Every Day Page #3

He's taking 17 prescription drugs.

Seventeen.

Anything good?

We could start a side business.

The Procrit alone costs $900 a month

and that's not even one

of the ones they cover.

Ouch. Okay. No more work day,

okay?

No, no more, no more doctors.

No more meds.

No more, no more irritating

bowel disorders.

Irritable bowel syndrome.

Okay. No more bowel

anything. Okay?

I told Jonah he could go

to the prom.

[stammers]

I thought we were gonna present

a united front on this one.

He needs to be with other kids

like him, Ned.

Okay, but he doesn't need to be with

guys who are ten years older than him.

He's just gonna get hit on.

There are plenty of chaperons.

Who'll what? Follow him into a bathroom

when he gets a blow job in a stall?

He's not going there for sex.

He's gonna be with his friends

from the G S A.

How do you know

what he's gonna do?

We don't even know what he's doing.

He's on that

computer all night.

I have no idea who he's talking to.

Do you know who

he's talking to?

If we're too controlling,

he's just gonna act out in other ways

that'll end up being even worse.

You mean if I'm too controlling.

(Ernle)

God damn It I

I'll go.

I'll go.

He's my f***ing father.

can it be sooner?

His gums are bleeding.

That would be great.

Yes. Thank you so much.

Wai-wai-wai-wait, wait, wait.

Could you hold the elevator, please?

(male volce)

Sure, ma'am.

Great. Thank you so much.

They can see you next week.

Yeah, what about the urologist?

Every time I pee, it stings

like a son of a b*tch.

You should feel my balls.

Oh.

[groan]

He's 13. What do I do with

a f***ing 13-year-old?

You play catch with him.

No, you play catch with him.

The only balls

I touch are Randy's.

And even those I'm

getting bored with.

It's not about

what you do, Garrett.

This is about

you two bonding.

And it's only for

a couple of weeks.

Oh, his son's so angry

since the divorce.

And then Randy phones him,

he gets angry, then he's crying

and then he hangs up.

It's torture.

Fantastic first script.

Applause for Brian.

Give it up,

let's hear it.

Those sorority girls,

they're nasty.

I love 'em.

This is good.

Very testosterone.

Very male.

Little tweak.

Not too bad.

F***ing fantastic

first script.

Thank you

very much.

How's yours

coming along?

Oh, good. You know.

No, I don't. That's why I'm asking.

It's just, I'm in the thick

of it still.

Can't tell yet.

But I think good.

[imitates Ned's voice]

That's reassuring.

[violin music]

You should work

on your legato.

It's an Italian word.

It means to bind, to tie together.

[clears throat]

From the Latin, ligare.

I'm just learning it.

You're learning it wrong.

Your bowing's jerky.

Did you ever play the violin?

I know what good

musicianship is.

I was a percussionist

in high school and the Army.

I listen to Ellington and Basie.

It's not just about the notes.

He's just beginning it, Dad.

It's a very difficult piece.

If you learn it wrong,

it's twice as difficult.

He's playing for enjoyment.

He's not planning

on being a professional.

Well, I guess then it doesn't matter

how well he plays.

You were never able

to take criticism either.

I think it depends

on how it's given.

There's no easy way to give it.

It's like medicine.

You just take it,

if you really want to get better.

Night.

What am I gonna do with

his son when he comes?

Randy says he's

a real boy-boy.

I have no idea what a boy-boy

talks about.

What do you talk

about with your son?

Uh, clean your room, shut down

the computer, things like that.

[deep sigh]

How long have you and

Randy been together?

Two and a half years.

It's a record.

Except when I was 15 and I fell

madly in love with a seminarian.

How old was he?

Twenty-five.

Must have been weird.

I mean, you know,

the whole age difference.

Some gays like 'em young.

Night, Garrett.

[violin playing]

(Jeannle)

He was supposed to call me back by six.

[smoke alarm beeping]

He increased the dosage

and so now he's getting dizzy.

He also is complaining

about constipation.

You know what? If you could

just have him call me back

that would be great.

Ow, God! Damn him!

[beeping continues]

Don't you have some homework to do?

[door opens and closes]

[beeping stops]

You okay?

Mama burnt dinner again.

We spent five hours at the VA

waiting to see someone.

Flnally I just left.

I had to pick up Ethan.

So now I'm taking him

back there tomorrow.

(Ned) It's okay.

I didn't want lasagna anyway.

I can't do it all.

Chauffeur him to the doctor

pick up Ethan, go shopping,

make dinner

try to resuscitate

my nonexistent, f***ing career.

It's fine. We can order out.

You can never have

too many burritos.

(Jonah)

I'm off

Hey, hey, whoa-whoa-

whoa-whoa. Come here.

What?

You're going to

the prom like that?

Yeah, it's a dance.

It's not like a formal thing.

Don't they have

a dress code or anything?

I think he looks fantastic.

Thanks.

You look great.

You look hot.

Knock 'em dead.

Have fun.

I want you to change.

Ned.

I think he should change

or he can't go.

This is what people wear

to a dance.

Why don't you just

go in a jockstrap?

You're being ridiculous.

[horn honks]

You can sorta see

the outline of your

penis in those.

Will you shut up?

You can't go dressed

like that. I'm sor--

I'm gonna tell Ashley's

mother you're not coming.

Okay, fine, fine.

I'll change.

Thank you.

A**hole.

Hey! Hey! Say that again

and you're never going to a dance.

He can't go dressed

like a hustler.

What's a hustler?

That doesn't concern you.

Will you go to your room, please?

You're overreacting.

If that was your daughter,

would you tell her, uh

that, uh, she looked

hot and to knock'em dead?

- I want him to enjoy himself.

- No, no, no.

But, but if it was your daughter

going out dressed like that,

you'd be, like, bye, honey.

Nice tits. Have fun at the dance.

He's not our daughter,

he's our son.

Who's gay. It's the same thing

except you can't get pregnant.

He's not stupid, Ned.

No, but he's horny.

That makes people stupid.

Is it some pedophile

you're worried about

or the thought of him doing it

with another boy?

Have you even told anybody

that he's gay?

I'm off.

Is that better?

Yes. Thank you.

You look nice.

My sweater looks good on you.

Great. See ya.

I'll pick you up in front

of the hotel at 11:30, okay?

[door closes loudly]

Did that sweater

look that gay on me?

[dancing music]

I have to get something to

drink. Okay.

(Ernie)

Who Is that?

It's Ethan.

Come here.

Hey.

Hey, do me a favor,

would ya, pal?

There's some, some

pills in the kitchen.

Go get 'em

for me, okay?

I don't know where they are.

I'll ask my mom.

No, no, no, no. I don't wanna

disturb your mother, okay?

Look, I, I, I bother

her too much as it is.

Besides, we don't want

her to get mad at us, huh?

They're in a cabinet

over the fridge.

Little, uh,

little white pills.

I'll, I'll give you a dollar, okay?

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