Angie Page #2

puppet head pushed so close to me...

I can see the cracks

in her tongue.

- She's asking me...

- What are you gonna do with your life?

Three years old! I was this close to

bursting into tears...

when suddenly out of nowhere my mother

picks me up like a super hero.

Angie, some stories don't fit

inside a person's mouth.

Some stories just have

to tell themselves.

That's what she said.

I guess I'll just have to let

my story tell itself.

- Angela Scacci...

- Scacciapensieri.

I've been seeing the same

gynecologist since I'm 14.

But, Jackie, my boss,

she says this Dr. Gould, he's the best.

Don't be nervous.

He's one of the top men in the field!

He treats

the mayor's wife.

- No kiddin'?

- Yes!

# What I did for love

What I did for love #

Good morning, Doctor.

Hi.

# What I did for love #

Miss Scacca...

- Angie.

- Dr. Gould.

- How ya doin'?

- Please sit down.

All right.

- Are your periods always regular?

- Usually like clockwork.

Every 28 days.

I got your name from Jackie Short...

Schwartz. She's my boss.

I just, um, didn't want to go to the same

gynecologist as half my neighborhood.

- Go ahead and lie down.

- All right.

Place your legs in

the stirrups, please.

Scoot down, please.

Come on down

a little further.

You know, Jackie was my date

at my senior prom.

No kidding?

So... you think you might

be pregnant, huh?

Yeah.

Please don't feel self-conscious

about my height.

Oh, God, no,

of course not.

I-I-I think it's nice

you don't have to bend or nothin'.

I always think gynecologists

must have such back problems.

- Ow, Jesus, Angie!

- Hold still.

- That one don't got a head.

- Yeah, it does. It's a real juicy one.

It could fill an eclair.

- Ow! Ow! That's enough.

- All right.

You're a very weird girl.

It ain't a sportin' event.

- You set the alarm?

- Yeah.

- Come here.

- Vinnie, we gotta talk.

- We'll talk tomorrow.

- No, listen to me.

- Angie, you know how beautiful you are?

- Vinnie?

- Oh my God, Vinnie.

- Talk to me. Go ahead.

- I'm gonna throw up! Get off!

- What?

Oh, God!

- Are you all right?

- I'm fine.

It wasn't you, I swear.

You were great.

Oh, yeah. If I make a girl puke,

I know I showed her a good time.

What's wrong? You got

like a virus or something?

You know what that's from? It's

from all those elevators in the city.

You keep breathing air that's been breathed

through somebody else's nostrils.

- And it makes you sick.

- I'm pregnant.

- You're what?

- I'm pregnant.

For real?

Yeah. Remember that

time at Pop's house...

Angie, that is

so f***ing wonderful!

- We're gonna have a baby!

- Vinnie, no! Put me down!

- Or we won't be able to sleep in this

room neither. - I'm sorry.

- Put me down quick.

- I'm sorry. Here.

Lie back, relax.

Okay?

- You all right?

- Uh-huh.

- Oh, man, this is great! When's he due?

- December 25th.

December friggin' 25th! The baby's

gonna pop out like Jesus Christ.

That is f***in' unbelievable.

That is so f***in' unbelievable.

Vinnie, please, the neighbors

are gonna hear.

Who gives a sh*t? I want 'em to hear!

I want everybody to know!

- Hey, I'm havin' a baby!

- Way to go, Vinnie!

We're gettin' married

right away, Ange, okay?

It don't matter if it's

a boy or a girl or whatever...

'cause whatever we have this time, we'll

go and have the other one the next time.

Next time? Calm down.

This one ain't even born yet.

Angie, I'm gonna

make you happy.

I swear it.

Anything.

- Thank you. Thank you.

- Oh.

Saltines.

My sister when she was pregnant with the

twins and had the morning sickness...

- she said the saltines helped her.

- Oh.

So tomorrow I'm gonna go out

and get you a dozen boxes.

- You want something now? - No, no, Vinnie, please,

I'm just scared, okay?

Promise me we're not gonna turn out

like Tina and Jerry, okay?

Tell me we're special.

We're special, baby.

You make us special.

I know that.

But enough's enough. Angela, I mean,

you can be special and normal too.

A house, a crib,

a nice normal life.

I mean, I can't wait.

Can you, huh?

Oh, boy.

- Pop.

- Hi, Ange.

I've got some good news.

Me and Vinnie are gonna get married.

- You and Vinnie?

- We're gonna have a baby.

You're havin' a baby?

Ahh!

Oh, I'm so pleased!

That's fantastic!

Hey, come here! She's going to get

married. She's having a baby.

- It's a breast pump!

- You are gonna thank me for this.

Let's make a toast

to the baby.

To the baby.

You're gonna love it, Angie,

the whole thing.

- It's the most beautiful experience

a woman can have. - Damn straight!

Except for the water retention.

My hands swelled up so much...

I had to go to a jeweler

to get my rings cut off.

Forget the hands. How 'bout the way

your breasts swell up?

- I leaked so bad, I ruined 12 blouses.

- Oh, my God.

That stuff,

it doesn't come out.

Stop it! You'll give her nightmares

for the next seven months.

- It really is a beautiful experience.

- Of course it is.

Oh, I'm...

When I was born, my mother, she pushed so

hard she had a B.M. right there on the table.

Ah, I'm gonna uh...

I gotta take a walk.

- Angie, don't listen to them.

- I'm sorry!

So, when are you gonna

start gettin' big?

You're gonna look so sexy

when you get some meat on your bones.

Hey, look, baby names.

Will I be sexy when my breasts are leakin' and

I'm having bowel movements on the table?

- What?

- Nothing.

What about Joey or Johnny

if it's a boy? Johnny or Jimmy?

Or Debbie if it's a girl?

For those

you need a book?

For instance, all right?

What about Marie

after my grandmother?

The woman who said I was a slut, who'd chew

your heart up and spit it on the pavement!

It's just her way,

all right?

- How come we never go to a museum?

- Don't start with that.

It's a nice day out.

I don't wanna think about a museum.

These pictures ain't so hard. You

can see people in 'em and everything.

That broad needs

to get laid.

Come on, fatty,

I'll buy ya a Carvel.

- Pop? - Hi, Ange. I called before.

You weren't home.

- Come in.

- How ya doin'?

- I'm all right. How are you?

- Good, good, good.

- What's in the box?

- A present.

- Yeah?

- Open it.

- A wedding dress.

- You ain't bought one yet, have you?

- No.

- Oh, good.

It's the one your mother wore

the day she married me.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, Pop!

- Isn't it beautiful?

Here. Look at

the rest of it.

- Look at all these beads.

- Whoa!

Angie, now that

is a wedding dress!

Excuse me, Frank.

Sorry.

I think it'll mean

a lot to her...

if you wore it

on your wedding day.

My God, Pop. I can't believe

you saved it all this time.

- Oh, honey, baby.

- Thank you.

You don't throw out

a thing like that!

You can let it out too!

I mean, don't worry.

- I told her, she's gonna look sexy fat.

- Shut up.

Your mother doesn't know

I did this.

When she sees you walking down the

aisle, it's gonna mean so much to her.

- This is Kathy's dress. You said my mother.

- Of course, she is your mother.

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