Angie Page #3

- She's not, Pop, no offense.

- She raised you since you were seven.

- Stay outta this!

- Angie, don't start, huh?

For over 20 years,

that woman tried to get you to like her.

- Now at least show her some respect.

- I ain't wearing her dress!

How the hell did you get

so goddamn selfish?

That woman saved my life

when I was married to your mother.

She helped me through the

worst period of my life.

You were seeing Kathy when you

were still married to my mother?

- Forget I mentioned the whole thing.

- Were you seeing her?

- Gimme the goddamn box!

- Everybody, calm down.

- Take it easy, Ange. Calm down!

- Let me go!

Ow! Jesus!

I'm bleedin! What are you,

out of your mind?

Come on, everybody.

Good. Make a line.

Keep together.

Maria?

I saw that!

Let's go, come on.

It breaks a lot of rules,

this picture.

Empty space on the left.

The pair of them looking at the short

side of the frame, but it works!

All this emptiness reinforces

their isolation. Don't you think?

Are you all right?

Yeah, I will be...

if you leave.

God.

Excuse me!

Excuse me, ma'am.

There's no eating in the museum.

- I'll have to take those. - Trust me.

You want me to eat these crackers.

- There are signs posted. No food or beverages...

- Pal, if I don't eat these...

- you're gonna have a new kind of modern art

on your floor. - I don't make the rules.

- Then I'm going to have to puke on your paintings.

- I have to ask you to leave.

Hey, get your hands...

- Calm down, please! - Take it easy, pal.

The lady's feelin' nauseous.

An extreme reaction to Degas,

I will admit. If it had been Picasso...

- You know this man?

- I've never seen him before in my life.

She's waiting for a formal introduction.

Could you do the honors?

- Get off me. Why don't you throw him out?

- He's not eating.

Here we go, outside.

Thank you very much.

- Have a nice day.

- Your museum's overrated.

And the guards at the Whitney

could kick your ass.

Look, it was interesting

meeting you.

Have a nice life. I'm sure

it'll be a short one.

We haven't met.

My name's Noel. Yours, please?

- Ralph. - If we're giving real names,

mine's Denise.

- Are you lonely or horny?

What's your problem? - I'm Irish.

Which often gets confused

for lonely and horny.

- You seemed to really like that

Degas painting. - Yeah, well...

it looks like a lot

of marriages I've seen.

- So, you some kind of artist or something?

- I'm an international lawyer.

- You?

- Brain surgeon. Mount Sinai.

I remember you from right

after the accident.

- You said I didn't need that

cerebral cortex. - That was me.

Shamelessly obvious pass,

but can I buy you dinner?

Denise, just 'cause I get thrown out of

a museum, don't mean I'm a cheap lay.

- Dinner and a movie? I'm kidding!

- I gotta go.

Just hang on a minute.

Let me give you my number.

Here you are.

Come on.

We could get thrown out

of the Guggenheim together.

All right, you,

leave right now...

and I won't use this Glock

nine millimeter I'm holdin'...

to blow your face through

the back of your head!

Not, "Gee, honey,

great to see ya!"

But it's the most you said

to me in about a week.

Vinnie, you idiot!

My God, you scared the sh*t outta me.

Angela, what the f***

is goin' on here?

I go to touch you

and you pull away from me.

- I call you on the phone, you don't

want to talk to me! - Vinnie, go home.

I just... I gotta have

some time to myself.

- Oh, come on with that bullshit!

- Why is that bullshit?

You don't know everything.

You're not Carnac the Magnificent!

You don't know what's goin'

on inside a person's head.

- The eggplants are comin' very nice.

- Yeah, good.

Don't put too much water on 'em.

- How's the tomatoes?

- Good! Good fruit.

Hi, Pop.

Hi, Kathy.

- Hi, Ange.

- Angie! Ah, listen...

Garden looks beautiful,

Kathy. I mean it. You got the touch.

Listen, I never really said congratulations

about Vinnie and the baby.

- It's okay. - No, it's not. The baby

outweighs everything, Angie.

It's a miracle

from God.

I just hope you realize

what a precious gift it is.

Pop, I'm sorry

about the other day.

Cooled off real nice, huh?

God must've finally won

a game of cards.

Pop, I know you don't wanna

talk about it, but...

why'd you have an affair

on my mother?

Why do you gotta start,

Angie, huh?

Did you love her?

Angie, you can never understand

what it was like livin' with her.

Finding her in her

nightgown in the snow...

dancin' with

her lips all blue.

So she danced in the snow.

Maybe she liked it. Maybe she loved life

more than you and...

Angie, I can't talk

about this, all right?

She's gone.

We have a life here. That's it.

- Fine. I understand.

- No! No. Some things just end, Angela.

- This is one of 'em.

- Fine.

Exhale, turn left.

Again, way up.

Lift, exhale.

And lift.

And back,

hunching forward.

Left arm, right.

Let the shoulders...

Look at her. Nine months pregnant,

she goes on tape wearing white spandex.

I don't know. I like this tape.

They don't work you out so hard.

Gimme that back!

I'm gonna kill you!

Hey, what is going on

in there, huh?

- Nothing.

- All right, so just relax, okay? Relax!

Oh, they are gettin'

so weird!

Richie took the little one,

turned him upside down like a mop...

and practically did

the floor.

- What's this?

- This is a guy.

- A guy guy?

- The "guyest."

- Angela, what're you doin'?

- I met him in that museum.

He's a real nut job, but he's cute.

He's from Ireland.

- I just don't know if I wanna call him.

- You're pregnant.

You're getting married. You're carrying

around some foreigner's number...

in your pocket like it's gonna burn too

big a hole to be lost in the bag.

I think you wanna call him.

You're gonna end up on Oprah.

I've been avoiding Vinnie like the

plague. He don't know what to think.

Well, he's not

the only one, darlin'.

Very nice! I leave you

five minutes, I got a big mess.

- You paint these?

- Depends.

- Do you like them?

- Uh, depends. What are they?

That one is

"Rush Hour in Manhattan."

Uh-huh. I do like 'em.

So'd you paint 'em?

I modeled.

That's me on the left.

I used to be thinner.

I can't believe the elevator opens up

right into your apartment.

So cool.

I'm a little nervous. I haven't had

a morning after in a long time.

You?

I got up and cooked!

I feel like me mother.

Next I'm gonna vacuum.

- Are you tellin' me you've

never done this before? - Never!

But, uh, could you hurry it up, please?

I have to be back at the Met at 11:30.

That accent lets you get

away with a shitload, huh?

It's a crap accent.

Yours is the ace one.

Hey, so, just because

I get thrown out of the museum...

- don't mean I'm a cheap lay.

- Good. Very DeNiro.

- Thank you.

- Can you do mine? Go on, give it a try.

- No.

All right.

Pink hearts, yellow stars,

orange moons, green clovers.

Magically delicious!

What have the Irish ever done to you

to make you hate us so much?

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