All We Had Page #2

They have jobs.

And houses.

They'll survive

no matter what we do.

So get your sh*t together.

The door's unlocked.

I'll be out in a minute.

Hey.

-Mother:
Did they see us?

-Ruthie:
No.

Oh!

Sh*t!

Ruthie:
Where are you going?

Go on.

Come on, mom, we have

to get out of here!

Mother:
It's not going, ruthie!

It's not mov-- sh*t!

Ruthie:
Hurry!

Mom, you can't just go backwards

the whole time!

Mom, what are you doing?

Pull over!

Mom, you have to stop.

Mother:
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

It's not going, ruthie.

- Mom, please, don't freak out!

Mom, stop!

Chill out, please!

Mother:
Oh, my god.

Sh*t, sh*t...

It's okay.

Mom, it's okay.

What are you doing?

Gotta go back to the diner.

-That diner?

-Mm-hmm.

Why?

Ouch!

Our car broke down

outside of a diner

right after we ripped them off.

If that isn't the lord's

work working,

I don't know what is.

Grab my purse.

Here.

So, we'll just go in

and tell 'em...

Yeah.

Confess. Come on.

Oh, great.

I have the cops on the phone

right now.

I'm sorry.

Put yourself in my shoes.

What would you expect me

to do?

Mother:
I don't know

if you've ever been hungry.

I don't know what to do anymore

except keep running.

But we can't,

because our car broke down.

And we have nothing.

I mean, you can go ahead

and call cops, that's fine,

but they're just gonna

send me to jail

and they're gonna send my kid

to child services.

Do you know what child services

is like?

It's rough!

It's really shitty.

My uncle Marty has a bad heart,

and a stunt like that,

you could have killed him.

Shh, shh!

I'm sorry.

Sometimes...

I do...

I make bad decisions

to make up for some other

bad decisions,

and I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.

-I just --

-you're a thief.

Look, mister,

superheroes don't fly

or look like Jesus.

They drive broken-down cars.

They take their kids with them

no matter where they go

or how bad things get,

and sometimes they make mistakes

just like anyone else.

We're sorry.

Pammy, hang up the phone,

would you, please?

My mother always said

that desperation brings out

the worst in people.

So, I think

if you treat people right,

you're gonna have a good life.

You know anything

about waitressing?

Woman:
Ma'am,

i didn't order this.

So sorry.

Ohh, the coffee's hot.

Woman:
Miss.

I'm sorry, we're still waiting

for our drinks.

Woman:
Can I get some ketchup?

You done with that?

-F*** you, fag!

-Suck my dick, tranny!

F*ggot!

Marty:
Hey, punks!

Get outta here!

Ruthie:
Bullies exist

in every town.

Big and small.

People hate

what they don't understand.

Mother:
Ruthie, wake up.

Wake up.

-Ruthie:
What?

-Mother:
Come on.

-Mother:
We have to get up.

-Ruthie:
Oh, what time is it?

Mother:
I think it's about 5:00.

Ruthie, sighing:
It's so early.

Mother:
I know it's so early.

-Ruthie:
It's so early.

-Mother:
Come on.

Mother:
Gotta get going.

Damn it.

I think the world's

a crazy mess.

Me, I'm simple.

I still listen to my mother.

And when I die...

She's gonna be waiting for me.

I don't lie to people.

I come in every morning.

I open that door.

And every night, I close it.

You know, I'm simple.

You have a prodigious talent.

You know --

you're one of the best

dishwashers I've ever seen.

Did you know that?

You are.

I can't afford to lose you.

I'm gonna give you

a dollar raise,

right here, right now.

Huh?

Whaddya say to that?

You gotta rewash that, though.

Just put it back in.

It's perfectly clean,

but now it has to be rewashed.

Tell you what, go get ready for

tonight's dinner shift, okay?

Okay.

Cute kid.

I've always wanted

a daughter like that.

Not as clumsy, all right,

but she...

She'll do okay.

-Pat sajak:
900.

-T.

Work smarter, not harder.

Man:
Yes, they're talking

about fantasy football,

and it's like nobody even goes

to games anymore.

All right, Lee, Lee,

that's enough.

May I get a refill here?

Sure.

You... you're a goddamn beauty,

you know that?

Would you wanna get a drink

with me in the back room?

Does that sound like something,

maybe, we'd wanna do?

I can't, I'm working.

Well, maybe some other time.

Marty:
Jeez, Lee!

-Lee!

-Don't stop eating.

Come on, come on.

It's all right.

Thanks, Pam.

I'm outta here.

My apologies to the lady.

Pam:
I will let her know.

Ohh!

How's that retainer working out?

It's great, thank you, Lee.

Lookin' okay.

Pam:
Did you want a... napkin?

Lee, this is way too much.

Lee, groaning:

I'll see you guys.

Marty:
Hi. Shouldn't

have traded Manning.

It was a big mistake.

Um, don't forget my cut.

Here, this belongs to you.

Do you mind?

Sorry.

This is where uncle Marty

takes his catnaps.

That man could sleep

through the entire

"Judy at the palace" record.

During a Sunday morning rush.

But it should be

pretty comfortable.

Thanks.

-Yep.

-Thanks.

No problem.

Hey...

Mother:
Oh! This is nice.

Oh, I like stretching my legs.

All right, how much?

-Mother:
Hand it over.

-Ruthie:
Okay. Um...

A few dollars.

All right?

We'll sock money away until

we can get the car fixed.

And then we'll get back

on the road.

Okay?

Ruthie?

Don't trust these people.

Especially Pam.

Pam's just mad at you.

She's nice.

She?

The nice ones always end up

being the biggest a**holes.

-You don't know that.

-Uh, yes I do.

Trust me.

It's like those, uh...

You know, those sayings,

like, uh...

"Sh*t happens."

Or, uh...

"Life is just one damn thing

after another."

It's like that.

You know, those...

You know, really smart people

wrote those.

It's not like just

stupid sayings, ruthie.

Well...

Really smart people usually

end up killing themselves.

Which is sort of like

not finishing a book

after you've started.

The right ending can make

the whole story fall into place.

You just have to keep reading.

I don't even know

what you just said...

You're really smart.

Thanks.

Wherever we end up, we're gonna

find you a good school.

Ruthie:
Having a place to sleep

allowed us to dream.

Did you know that this aluminum

can would still be here

in 500 years if we just

threw it away?

Really?

People use like 800 billion cans

a year, ruthie.

For a while, I would have

this nightmare

that the whole world turned

into nothing but aluminum cans.

Then, I discovered that you

could make things out of them.

Like jewelry.

Who's that?

That's Vic.

Sells real estate.

Always tips pretty well

after a big sale.

Looks like he's buying what

your mom's selling today.

-Hi.

-Hi.

You get some sleep, okay?

Ruthie:
My mom was better at

loving men than choosing them.

With every new town

came a new boyfriend.

-Mother:
Hah! That's amazing.

-Vic:
Yeah.

Ruthie:

My mom was wrong about Pam.

The more I got to know her,

the more I realized

she was just like us.

She became... my friend.

What's your favorite color?

-My favorite color?

-Yeah.

Do you know when oil

falls out of a car

and is in a puddle,

and it's like six colors

put together?

Yeah. Yeah, I've seen that.

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