A Little Bit of Heaven Page #6

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- Nothing.

Have a good day.

Well, there's a pretty little girl

such a pretty little girl

I think she lives

around the corner from me

sometimes is see her walking

past my window as I stare out vacantly

Shut up! I hear you!

Pretty little girl are you in love?

I always see you out on your own

Really? A**hole.

God!

I'm scared.

I'm scared to death.

Of what?

- Of dying.

- Everybody dies.

What are you really afraid of?

I didn't have enough time

to do all the things I wanted to do.

- Like what?

- Buy a house!

Have a baby.

Find somebody who loves me.

You have that.

Or, you had it.

How do you know?

He could just have said all that stuff

because he felt sorry for me.

He doesn't strike me as someone

who loved you out of pity.

You should try again.

- I don't know what his issues are.

- I don't care what his issues are.

- Do you love him?

- Um...

Do you love him?

- Do you?

- I do, I do, I do.

- Say it in a complete sentence.

- I love him. I love him.

L... love him.

I really do.

I really love him.

Maybe you should go back down

and tell him.

- I can't go back down. I'm dead.

- You're not dead.

The car didn't actually hit you.

Aside from a little headache,

you should be fine.

Ah! Oop.

Ohh!

Ohh.

Oh look, he's right here.

- Mom? Hey.

- Right. Okay. I'll wait for you outside.

Thank you.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- What happened to you?

- A street hit me in the face.

- What?

- Can I talk to you?

- Yeah.

- Okay. Come on.

My whole life I've been so afraid

of guys lying to me,

not being there for me

and ending up Shafted like my mother.

Somewhere along the line

I decided to take charge of my life,

and to never let anybody

ever get close enough to hurt me.

- Ever.

- Okay. Okay.

And then you come along.

With your nose in your books

and your yo-yos and your

spouting off ridiculous jokes like:

"My Mom sat on my... face.

- So you can see how I missed it.

- What?

What? You missed what?

You're my third wish.

I love you.

Put your turn signal on. Don't make me

guess which way you're gonna go.

Just surprise me.

Remember when I was little how I

used to masturbate all the time?

Do you remember when we went

to that rug store

and I hopped up

on one of those rolled-up rugs?

Then you gave me

a two-week time out

and told me never to touch

my jingle bells again.

Yeah, I remember that.

You know?

My whole life I think that was

the only time you were a bad Mom.

Yet I was such a sh*t.

You're a daughter.

That's your job.

Will you help me plan my funeral?

Sure.

I don't want it to be some sombre affair.

I want it to be a celebration.

I want to put the

f-u-n back in funeral.

Hi.

Listen, you've been a real b*tch lately.

Really mean and ugly.

I just want you to know

that I don't appreciate it.

- You don't?

- No.

Because I've done nothing

but support you

- through this so-called difficult time.

- Well, it has been hard.

Please- listening to you

going on and on about

feeling sick and "I'm too tired"

and "Oh, that Vinnie

really rocked my world. "

- He was awesome wasn't he?

- He was.

- So back to you.

- What?

Your behaviour has really

made me angry. It has.

But you wanna know what makes me

blow my top, see red

and makes my blood boil

is the fact that I'm gonna miss you.

So much.

Do you think I could have

that dance now?

No.

That ship sailed so long ago.

You know?

I thought you'd never ask.

You're just scared.

- Break it down.

- Take all that. Aw. Take that.

Woof. Woof.

I mean it's so high.

Hi, Marley, it's Dad.

I'm coming into town tonight

and I'd like to see you.

I'll call you once I get to the hotel.

Hope you're doing well.

Bye.

He sounds like he's making an effort.

Its too little too late.

Mmm.

Go ahead.

You know, I don't know the guy,

and he might be as big a schmuck

as you say he is,

but, um, it might worth

listening to him.

Some people have a hard time

opening up about their feelings.

Low blow.

Goal!

The Penne Arrabiata sounds good.

Oh thanks, but I'm trying to lose

a couple of pounds.

- What are we doing?

- What do you mean?

Making chit-chat like nothing's wrong

between us. I hate it.

- I'm trying to have a nice visit.

- By not saying anything?

- What do you want me to do?

- Nothing. It's fine.

- No. I'm here aren't I?

- Yes, Dad, physically you are here.

- Marley, come on. I'm trying.

- Give the man a trophy.

He's trying.

Could we have just one pleasant meal?

Just one and then talk about this later?

- Fine.

- Thank you.

No. It's not fine.

I don't know if I have a "later".

So we need to talk about this right now,

or I walk out the door

and may never see you again.

Marley, wait!

I don't know what to do, kiddo.

Tell me what to do.

Dad, I don't want to have to tell you.

And I shouldn't have to tell you.

Do you remember that time

probably 20 years ago?

You said:
"I'm glad

God brought me into this world,

but I wish it was

from a different father. "

Do you remember that?

And yet I said nothing,

because I didn't know what to say.

But it killed me inside.

And now my little girl is very sick

and I can't fix it.

So please tell me what to say,

because I can't have you

hating me like this anymore.

I love you so very much, Marley.

Just tell me what to do.

You just did it.

Thank you.

Renee?

Renee!

I know you're in here, so I'm just

gonna say what I came here to say,

which is:
I'm sorry.

It really hurt when you started

distancing yourself, but it's okay.

I get it.

A new baby coming

and me... leaving.

It's not fair having to be so happy

and so sad at the same time, is it?

Our friendship is one of the best things

in my life.

I'm sorry I'm not gonna get

to know that little boy.

But I know he'll be beautiful.

Just like Cammie.

Oh, my God, that little girl is amazing.

So, please, when she gets older

tell her that I loved her

like she was my own.

Bye.

You sure you still want to do this?

Yeah.

baby

Wooo! Oh, my God.

it's been a long day

things ain't been going my way

and I need you here

here by my

Wooo! Yeah!

all the time

baby, the way you move me

is crazy

it's like you see right through me

and make it easier

you please me and you don't

even have to try

oh, because you are the best thing

you are the best thing

you're the best thing, baby

you are the best thing

you're the best thing

that ever happened to me

baby, we've come a long way,

baby

you know, I hope and I pray

that you believe me

- Same as ever?

- Yeah.

Really?

Hey, what are you gonna do

after I'm gone?

Hum?

Come on. You got on my case

about not opening up.

I just don't like thinking about it.

Julian, I need to know

that you're gonna be okay.

Oh, my God.

We should talk about

what we're feeling.

- Now I've created a monster.

- Yeah, you have.

So?

Um,

so... this old man

he goes to the doctor,

and he brings his wife along.

It's the yearly physical,

so the doctor says:

"I just need a urine sample,

a blood, a sperm and a stool sample. "

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