We Don't Live Here Anymore Page #3

- It's okay.

Thanks.

- Hi, Mom.

- Hey.

Mommy.

What?

- Mom, stop it.

- Okay, okay.

- What's this?

- It's a show.

Yeah. I know it's a show, honey,

but what show is it?

Space.

Do you wanna go into space

someday, sweetheart?

No. Unless...

I don't want to go to space

unless Daddy goes and you too.

Of course Daddy and I'd go with you.

Then, okay.

I definitely agree with this.

Houston, I think we got a satellite.

It's quite a sight.

That looks good, thanks.

The alignment key is obviously in place.

Go for rotate.

You can't write, you old f***.

Let's go for a run.

One goddamn page.

One page in four hours, that's sad.

Only three hours, 46 minutes.

Think I'd waste an entire four hours

on one goddamn page?

Let's run.

Take it you quit.

- Goddamn right, goddamn it.

- What's this? The eighth, ninth time?

The last time. They're pissing me off.

They're trying to kill me.

Cigarettes don't have souls, Jack.

They don't mean you any harm.

Easy, sailor.

You all right there, princess?

Yeah, I'm fine, you competitive prick.

You sure?

- You're a little screwed up this summer.

- Oh, yeah? Can you tell?

Yep.

- I should've worked this summer, man.

- Yeah. Maybe, maybe not.

I could use the money.

- Work more.

- A man should be able to live...

...idly for a couple of months

without losing his mind.

- Try writing.

- I have. I'm a reader, not a writer.

P*ssy, not a fighter.

Jesus, man. Just smoke it.

You're hopeless.

- You'll smell like an ashtray to Terry.

- Does Edith to you?

No. Not everywhere.

- I haven't touched one since Jeanne.

- Yes. Jeanne.

Got me smoking f***ing French cigarettes.

Make anybody wanna quit.

- Did you end up seeing her before she left?

- Yeah, I saw her.

Remember when I went to New York

to see my agent?

I was in Portland.

Oh, man.

Airport. Tears.

That was very romantic. I think about

running into her in Paris in 10 years.

Jesus, man.

What can I say? I'm dedicated.

I refuse to let anyone go unloved.

Betty!

Mom!

What?

- Mom!

- Don't hit her with that bat!

So why didn't you leave her, Hank?

Who?

Edith.

- Why would I?

- You're in love with another woman.

- Jesus, this isn't the Middle Ages.

- What? It's happened.

Men have left their wives

for other women and been happy.

- Until they start cheating on their new wife.

- Sure, whatever.

- It's no use talking to you.

- Why?

You're too nice to f*** somebody

without feeling love. Right?

- Right.

- So doing it with love in the mix...

...you'd use as proof you didn't love Terry?

- What, you been talking to my mistress?

Look, just love everybody you can.

Love your kids, love your wife,

keep the peace.

Then once, just once...

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