A Quiet Little Marriage Page #2

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for a second?

Listen, you know,

some things are private.

Can you take the mask off

for me?

Do you know

what I'm talking about?

It's not always good

to talk about everything.

My mom says it's good to talk.

Okay, yeah.

You know, I just don't think

she means, like,

at show-and-tell.

Can I hold on

to the bathing suit?

All right, go have fun.

What... what do you call these

again, Olivia?

Snaps, Dad.

They're your favorites,

gingersnaps.

Right.

Well, they're delicious.

No, no.

You finish them.

They're for you.

That's okay, June.

You give those to the baby.

She likes cookies too.

Dad, I'm Olivia.

And June was your wife.

I know.

I know who you are.

That's right, Dad.

You know me.

Hi.

It's like we have a second pet.

Hi.

Mmmm.

I guess you had a good day.

It was terrible.

Lucky me.

Oh, wait.

Hey.

- What?

- I'll meet you in the bedroom.

Hey, hey.

Hey, wake up.

Stop!

Stop!

Jackson!

I thought you were a cop, man.

What the hell

are you doing here?

We were sleeping.

Get out of the car.

Hey, I'm sorry

about this morning.

You know, Jackson,

it wasn't just us.

You woke up

the whole neighborhood.

Ah, well, we were gonna

come in last night, man,

but your lights were off.

Okay, so we had to sleep

in the car.

You know the point is,

you just shouldn't be driving

like that.

- I know that.

- Obviously, you don't.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna be late.

Looks great.

Thank you.

Can you try

to eat something, babe?

Please.

It's good.

Looks good.

You guys have a paper towel?

Okay.

We've had to keep him

in his room all day.

Well, you can't keep him here

as a prisoner.

Dad, just sit down

and behave for a second.

I thought you said routine

was important.

It is important.

But his behavior is escalating

as time goes on.

Livy!

Just hold on, Dad!

I'm having a conversation!

It's okay, Bruce.

Safety is our

most important concern.

Well, he can be in the garden

if I'm with him, right?

Of course, he can.

I'm not a child.

You shouldn't talk about me

like I'm not here.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Do you want

to go to the garden?

Okay.

Let's go.

We're fine.

I didn't mean to.

I know you didn't, Daddy.

Hi, Bruce.

- Hey, babe. I'm sorry...

- Hey.

- Olive.

- Is everything okay?

Can you just take him to

the garden for me for a second?

Sure.

Dax.

Come on, Pops.

Let's go take a walk.

He didn't mean to.

We have to talk about options.

Your father either needs

or we're gonna

have to sedate him.

I'll think about it.

We're not equipped

for violent residents.

He's not violent.

Punching is violent.

If it happens again,

we're gonna have to ask you

to find someplace else.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry he hit you.

It's the disease.

I just need

a little bit of time.

Then he's like,

"Mr. Dax is the best.

"Mr. Dax,

he grades my test.

Mr. Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy,

was he?"

That's what it sounded like.

Hey, play something on vinyl.

All right.

Hey, what do you want

to drink?

Mmm, red wine.

No wine.

What?

No.

No beer.

What?

We do have this.

Oh.

Okay,

Mr. Award-Winning Educator,

your secret's safe with me.

You're so beautiful.

No, no.

You first.

No, me first.

Me first.

You can't get it?

I can get it.

I'll get it.

No, stay.

I know where matches are.

I know where matches are.

I'll get it.

I know where matches are.

I'll be back.

Found some.

I got it.

Wow.

I'm gonna make

the best breakfast in the world.

Eggs, toast, bacon,

orange juice.

I'm gonna make smoothies.

I make the best smoothies

in the world.

- And potatoes.

- And potatoes.

They're made

from old sweaters.

What is it?

A bear.

It's a bear.

And all the of money

that we make from selling them

will go to the Sparrow Rock

Elementary School.

Oh.

Little kids made them.

No.

Actually, I make them.

Oh.

Very nice.

Hey, baby.

Hey.

Chocolate.

Thank you.

It's a little melty.

Ice cream always makes me

think of Disneyland.

I didn't know

you went to Disneyland.

Yeah.

My mom took us, kind of.

How do you kind of

take someone to Disneyland?

One summer...

I must have been about seven...

Jackson started collecting

these coupons

for half off tickets

to Disneyland.

Mm-hmm.

And my mom got really into it

with him

and collected all summer.

And then when they had enough,

she talked Frank

into driving us all down.

So all five kids...

Frank's three girls,

me, and Jackson...

loaded into

the back of Frank's Caddy.

Mm-hmm.

And we drove for hours,

no AC,

totally hot and sweaty.

You know?

But no fights.

We were all excited

and on our best behavior.

Uh-huh.

And then when we got there...

Half of the tickets

had expired.

Frank got really pissed off.

He started a shoving match

with the guy at the gate.

We all had to load back up

into the car.

I can still remember

the way Disneyland looked

getting small through

the back of the windshield.

That's, like, the saddest

thing I've ever heard.

Everybody was crying,

and Frank was yelling at us

to shut up,

and my mom was a total mess.

But then, you know,

she told Frank to pull over.

She grabbed 40 bucks

from her purse.

She marched us

into Baskin-Robbins.

Any kid could have as much

ice cream as they wanted.

Jackson got a banana split

the size of his head.

I always just liked chocolate.

I love this.

Hmm?

I said, I love this.

Me too.

Oh!

Ah, f***.

Hey, buddy.

What the hell?

You're late.

I'm sorry, man.

They were talking to me

and asking me questions.

I think I got this job.

Well,

that's great, Jackson,

but you promised

that you wouldn't be late,

and now I'm late.

Okay, well, get the car,

go to work.

I got trash.

Go, go, go.

Uh, are you guys

having a kid?

No, that's... that's not...

I mean, we're not.

It's, um...

Yeah.

We're not.

Didn't she tell you about it?

No.

I mean, I knew about this.

It's just... it's nothing.

All right.

Well, I won't say anything

to her.

But, um, actually, man,

I kind of wanted

to talk to you about...

She's not pregnant.

Okay.

You know, there was just

a slipup

with the birth control.

She's fine.

Yup.

Fight, fight,

fight, fight, fight!

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

That's enough.

Your mom's stupid.

I said that's enough!

Come on.

Kids, sit down.

Well, it's our first time

trying Thai,

so I hope the flavors

are all right.

- It's delicious.

- It is.

Really, really good.

Thank you.

Really good.

Thanks.

This wine is excellent.

Oh, good.

I'm glad.

You don't want any?

Mm, no,

I'm still nursing,

so I can't.

Can't do it.

Because everything I have

will go right to Mathilda, so...

Oh.

Wow, no alcohol for...

what is that, a year?

That's a long time.

You're such a boozehound.

No, I'm just saying,

it takes patience, you know?

He just likes the wine.

Here, let me top you off.

You are a little bit

of a boozehound.

Thank you.

All right, well,

give me some more.

It is a long time, though,

'cause you know,

you're pregnant for 9 months

and then nursing for 12.

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