Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore Page #8

Honey, the Lord blessed you with talent.

You can sing.

I don't know about that.

You never heard me sing.

You got to be good at it. You had a job.

I used to be good when I was a kid.

But I'm not good anymore.

-My voice has a wiggle in it.

-I won't bullshit you.

You better get that wiggle out of

your voice or take up something else.

I'm so mad at David, I could just kill him.

I really could.

I could just kill him.

-Sounds to me like you love him.

-No.

I do.

MEL:
Flo, what the hell

is going on in there?

FLO:
Beat it. We'll be back in a minute.

MEL:
Vera's going crazy in there!

-Give us a minute.

-I won't give you a minute--

Open that door again, you'll run

a 3-legged race to the undertaker.

You don't know what's going on.

You want to get through the day

with just Vera?

Don't do this to me.

Will you please tell him....

Yeah, I know, but it's my life.

It's not some man's life

that I'll help him out with.

No, ma'am.

I can't help it. That's the way I feel.

What is it you want?

If I knew that, I wouldn't be out here

crying in the toilet, would I?

-Alice, have you seen this?

-Yeah.

-I made it myself.

-Did you?

Did you ever notice what it's made out of?

Safety pins.

Honey, that's what holds me together.

Now, the first thing you got to do

is figure out what you want.

Once you know that,

you just jump in there with both feet...

and let the devil take the hindmost.

If David comes back,

I'll give him a bust right in the mouth.

Mel, this is wrong.

It's supposed to have tomatoes with it.

MEL:
It's got a tomato.

ALICE:
No, a side.

Quick, please take my station.

No. You want to end up in the toilet again?

Please.

-No, ma'am.

-What do I say to him?

Tell him if he wants to keep his shoes

under your bed, he better straighten up.

ALICE:
Okay, I'll tell him.

ALICE:
Yes? What would you like?

I'd like to see you again.

I'd like you and Tommy to come out

to the place.

Or we could do whatever you want to do.

DAVID:
I know it's got to be different.

Yeah.

DAVID:
I think I understand you. I want to.

I want to try.

Please.

MEL:
Ready on the side of tomatoes.

God damn it, Alice, I said please.

Well, big deal!

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Just because you have good manners...

doesn't mean

I suddenly turn into Dale Evans.

DAVID:
Did I ever say that?

ALICE:
You don't need to.

I want you and Tommy with me.

What the hell do you want?

I sure as hell don't want to hear

you two fighting for the next 10 years...

I'll tell you that.

That's between me and Tommy.

What about you?

I want to sing. I want to be a singer.

I am a singer.

Anything I do from now on

has got to include that.

How good are you?

I'm as good as I am. That's how good I am.

Sounds like one hell of a gamble to me.

DAVID:
Sure it's worth it?

ALICE:
Yes.

Yes, I am. Definitely.

VERA:
Feels like fall today.

What about Monterey? Is that part of it?

ALICE:
David, you just don't understand.

DAVID:
God damn it! Explain it.

I was happy in Monterey, you dummy!

DAVID:
You were a little girl in Monterey.

You could be happy here.

Sure.

But I'm not gonna let anybody

stop me this time.

Who's stopping you?

Pack your bags. I'll take you to Monterey.

I don't give a damn about that ranch.

All right.

All right?

MAN:
All right, can I have some coffee?

ALICE:
All right.

TOMMY:
When we get to Monterey,

will you let me write to Audrey?

ALICE:
I think Audrey's a little mature

for you.

I don't think she's mature.

I think she's nice.

Mom, when are we going?

School starts in two weeks.

Yeah, I know. Look, honey...

I know I promised I'd get you to Monterey

before school starts.

If I don't, Monterey isn't the only town

in this country that's got a school.

-I might get to go to school here?

-Maybe.

Great!

You mean, you won't mind

if we don't get to Monterey?

It wasn't my idea. It was your idea.

Thank God.

I mean, if I'm going to be a singer,

I can be a singer anywhere, right?

You really love David, don't you?

Yep, I do.

I like him, too.

I just hate his taste in music.

TOMMY:
You always said

you could fight with somebody...

and still like them.

ALICE:
Now you're using your old noggin.

Thanks, pal.

My boy.

TOMMY:
Mom, I can't breathe.

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