Venus Page #3
-I owe you thousands.
Over the years,
you've been more than generous.
-I haven't forgotten.
-No.
Can't the children contribute?
Can't we Iook after ourselves
in our old age?
(EXCLAIMING)
-Sammy's gone.
-He has?
-Yeah.
-Christ.
Big picture of him here
-Another one down.
-Yeah.
I wonder how many Iines I'II get?
A paragraph.
Lo, here comes Caesar.
for someone who's just picked up
his disability check.
Oh, God.
-Hello, Iove.
-Hello, Donald.
Thank Christ she's asleep now.
She's drunk all my best Stoli
and the Scotch!
She even put away the Drambuie
I was saving for your Christmas visit.
God, no?
of halibut yesterday,
but she didn't know what to do with it.
Dear Jesus.
Her notion of cooking is to stick a plate
of virtual sick into the microwave.
-Well, can't you call the police?
-That's a very good idea.
Oh, or just kill them, kill the young.
Exterminate their disgusting happiness
and hope.
This is not f***ing funny!
I've got high blood pressure.
I could die at any moment.
-Why doesn't she just go back home?
-I rang my niece. I begged her.
I wept more than Antigone.
I said I'd pay for the taxi
to wherever, you know.
Martha said there is no job
in the countryside.
There must be some demand
for barmaids and prostitutes.
Yeah, I mean, even in the country
they need young women to Iap dance.
-What? What?
-What do you know about that?
You can Iearn a Iot from the television.
Look, the fact is
Martha just doesn't want her back.
But to unleash her on us Iike this,
you know.
-Maliciously.
-MAURICE:
Exactly.-It's pure evil.
-DONALD:
Of course it is.-Evil.
-Did your niece do it deliberately?
What? What?
You men are Iaughing at me.
-Let's think about this collectively.
-Yeah, please, please, please.
-Thank you.
-We hate to see you suffer, Ian.
Oh, please, Maurice,
you're fond of women, all women,
and you're resourceful. Help me.
You couldn't have come
to a better man.
A scientist of the female heart.
-A professor of p*ssy.
-That's it.
F***ing shut it, Donald!
You're really getting on my nerves!
"F***ing shut it, Donald!
You're really getting on my nerves!"
-F***ing shut it.
-F***ing shut it!
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-He's at doctors.
-Good.
What?
MAURICE:
After scouring the earthon your behalf, Jessie,
I'm here to announce
I've got you a job.
-Liar.
-It's true. Modeling.
-You've done that?
-Yeah. PIeased?
-I said you could rely on me.
-Well, what sort of clothes is it?
Do you think I'II get to keep them
at the end?
-I'm not sure about that.
-Why not?
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