Better Than Chocolate Page #5

No, I'm not.

Get out.

Make me.

Are you happy now?

Let's go home.

Get out!

Stop it!

- Are you okay?

- She's not a woman...

She should be

in the men's washroom.

She is a woman

and she's our friend.

- She is not a woman.

- Yes, she is.

- No!

- Now, you say you're sorry.

- She doesn't have to.

- Say it!

Sorry!

"Sorry, Ma'am. "

Sorry, Ma'am.

Thank you.

Hm?

This is a great place.

And it's very private.

Do you really like boys?

I mean...

Soft centres, hard centres...

I like all the chocolates in the box.

Hold on...

Relax.

Bite me.

Yes!

- Come on in.

- Thank you.

I'll take your coat.

Thank you.

Would you like some tea?

I have Mint Dreams, Cranberry Mist,

Lemon Zip and decaf organic Earl Grey.

Yes, please.

Lunge.

- Frances?

- Um-hmmm?

Here.

- I just...

- What's wrong?

I think I need

a little more time.

Oh...

Oh... okay.

Okay.

I'll get your coat.

- I had a really good time tonight.

- Shh, shhh, shhh.

Call me.

'Night.

Good night.

Batteries...

batteries...

oh there, there's some.

Good morning, Margaret.

I've made coffee.

Everybody decent?

Mom?!

Oh...

I made some coffee.

So...

I wanted to ask you about...

how should I put this...

about the box that I found

underneath your bed last night.

The box...?

Oh, the box!

You know...

I should go.

No, oh, no...

you should stay.

All right...

the box..

Mom, about that box...

Because, I...

I was surprised that a girl your age

would need all those... implements.

Mom,

they're not mine.

What?

They're not mine. They belong

to the woman that I'm subletting from.

She does these

safe sex demonstrations.

Oh, my God.

Mom, did you...?

- Mom, did you?

- Yes.

- Yes?

- And why not?

And actually the experience was very...

liberating, it was very liberating.

So, Margaret...

now you tell me,

what's going on here?

W- what?

Well, there's something

going on here.

That's...

I mean, are you...?

Do you actually

think you're in love?

Well...?

Well?

Well.

Mom...

I'm tired of you always running my life

and criticizing me.

- I don't...

- Criticizing the way I look.

I don't run your life.

- The way I dress.

- Let me tell you something...

I would love to run your life.

Somebody should besides you.

Oh, so you're admitting it.

Well, I would do a better job.

Oh, right, because you're

running your own life so well!

You think because you're young

everything's gonna work out.

Well, that's not true.

You f*** up now and you're going to...

- Me f*** up...?

- f*** up your entire life!

Look at yourself!

- Leave it!

- Let me help.

Leave it.

I'm fine.

I'm sorry.

She asked you

if we were in love.

My mother doesn't need to know

everything in my life.

Well then, f*** you!

I'm going to go and get Paul.

I am not going to be sticking around.

It's not that I didn't try to help,

I have tried to help.

I have tried in every way I could.

But if that's how she feels...

Here you go.

Thanks.

I will not stay

where I am not wanted.

I mean, you try and you help someone

and this is the thanks I get.

If that's how it's going to be,

then that's how it's going to be.

I've had it with working

my fingers to the bone.

Here, let me get

the door for you, Tony.

Hey, Judy,

what do you think of this?

My sister-in-law

gave it to me, f***.

Oh, it's beautiful, Tony.

Ah, it's a piece of garbage,

but it's better than the other one.

Hey...

watch your back there, my love.

Okay, put it over here.

Come on here, put it down.

What are you, stupid?

So, why didn't she

just tell Lila?

It doesn't matter.

It's over.

Listen to me, Kim, if you leave now

you will be making a huge mistake.

I mean, you two have it made.

You love each other...

it's as clear as day...

and love is not

that easy to come by.

Well, how about

you and Frances?

Are you okay?

Not really.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

She's the one making the huge mistake.

That's for sure.

Come on, Judy,

you're one in a million.

Thank you.

And what do you get?

San Francisco?

That's what she said.

Right.

Oh, sweetie, why didn't you

just tell your mom?

I suddenly felt ashamed I wasn't

sleeping with "Mr. Snugly" any more.

What?

I gotta go to work.

No, sweetie, stay right here

and you get yourself together,

- you take all the time you need.

- Thank you.

Oh, sweetie.

It's gonna be okay.

It's about time.

I want you to clean up this mess.

Hello?

A**hole!

Hi, Frances.

I'm sorry about the other day.

Yeah?

I came to tell you...

I found this.

The Film Classification Board

is coming here.

They're going to impound

your videos.

I stole this for you.

Sh*t.

- They're coming here tonight.

- Tonight?

They love coming at night

because of the overtime.

They'll be here

just before closing time.

Yeah, well...

look Bernice, thanks.

Yeah, that's okay.

"Officers are to search the premises

and seize any videos...

which could be classified

as obscene materials. "

I give up.

Maybe they're right.

Look at this place.

Yeah, it's obscene.

That's the point!

We can hide the videos.

They'll just come back for them.

Call your lawyer... call the newspapers!

They want obscene?

- Maggie... speak to me.

- They've got it!

Margaret and I never fight,

but all of a sudden, I'm the bad guy.

Well, don't you worry

about a thing, Lila.

You and Paul can stay here

as long as you like.

Oh, and then so Paul calls to say

that he's not coming home last night.

And you know,

that's just so unlike him...

and, you know,

I'm really... I'm worried sick.

I mean, what's gotten into him?

I'll get that, sweetheart.

Hi... Special Delivery

for Mr. Jeremy Squires. He has to sign.

Jeremy? I think you have

the wrong address.

- I'm Jeremy.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Judy.

I'm Jeremy Squires.

Thank you.

Have a nice day.

You're Jeremy?

Why don't you come inside, honey.

Just come inside.

I'm Jeremy.

You're a man.

No, no, no...

not really.

Not ever.

I was born into a man's body,

but I've always been a woman.

And, well...

after the final surgery...

I think I need a little drink.

Help yourself.

"Dear Jeremy,

thank you for your invitation.

But your mother and I

won't be able to visit with you. "

Oh.

"We're sorry but, in the future,

I think it's... best. "

What is it?

My father's lawyer will be

in touch with you about the sale.

So, they're not going to come?

But... well, they bought

you this place.

Yes, well... apparently

this place is a...

a "get lost" contract.

Well...

Sh*t, sh*t,

sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

You know, I'm feeling

a kind of a rage.

A nasty kind

of bubbling-up kind of rage.

Thank you.

I'm too old for this.

No...

you are not too old.

You are pissed-off.

See...

rage gets trapped

in the body...

and it can make

you feel old and tired...

that's why you have

to let it out.

Like this.

Li-la! Li-la!

Li-la!

- I can't.

- Come on, come on.

Yes, you can.

And remember...

Scream. Let it out.

Let it out.

Li-la, Li-la...!

Oh, my God!

Here we are!

Here we go...

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