Foxes Page #4

You don't know him.

He's a much older guy.

You been sticking your nose in

somebody's neck, and I don't know him?

- God! We used to be friends.

- Come on!

Hey, sis.

What are you guys doing here?

Mother!

What are these guys doing here?

God, what a cry baby.

I'm gonna get furious at you.

- "I'm gonna get furious at you!"

- Sissie!

Put 'em up.

Okay, kids! In the kitchen, quick!

Scoot!

- Hi, Jeanie.

- Hi, Mrs. Axman.

What's the fuss?

Mom, you know I don't want

a bunch of kids at my party.

Okay, okay. Your friends

aren't kids anymore, huh?

Mom! I don't expect you to understand.

Come on. You know and I know that

that's malarkey, Miss Smart.

- Jeanie, turn that off, will you?

- Sure.

We'd just as well sit down and talk out

the ground rules of a few things

before your friends get here.

- I don't want a lecture now.

- I didn't say lecture.

In front of Jeanie and everything?

Jeanie, you want a beer?

There's a keg in the kitchen.

No thanks.

Let's all sit down.

Mom, I'm trying to get my head

into having a good time, okay?

If you're gonna go and spoil it...

Come on and laugh a little,

for damn sake!

Dad and I got the keg of beer, which I still

can't believe, but damned if we didn't.

When the party gets started,

we're gonna go on to bed.

You'll have the house.

What if I told you some of

the people don't drink beer?

They drink other stuff.

What people? You mean

your high school friends?

Well, they drink Scotch and

tequila and stuff like that.

You drink Scotch, Madge?

No. But I could if I wanted.

I could drink it for breakfast.

You drink Scotch, Jeanie?

No. I don't like Scotch.

They're bringing Scotch tonight?

Maybe. I don't tell them what to bring.

I'm not their mother.

Well, well, it's gonna be some party.

Maybe Dad and I should

go out of town tonight.

That way everybody wouldn't

have a mother around.

You're just going to make it impossible!

Everybody could get real drunk

on Scotch and have a free time.

A real sexual time, maybe.

- Did you call me?

- No!

Go to the kitchen, Sissie!

- I want to hear!

- Go!

It's so unreal. Why do they

always have to talk about sex?

It's not me, it's you. Your friends,

they're all talking about it.

They're having affairs in

junior high school. Oh, my God.

You don't think that we can

have any serious emotion, huh?

That any of us can experience

something really deep?

Jeanie, she's been in love since she was 12.

And I'll bet you don't even believe it!

I don't want you to think

I was born on another planet.

When Dad and I were going together,

we experimented.

Yes, we did. More than once.

I can't lie to you.

Mom, you don't have

to get into this, okay?

But I always wished that we hadn't.

That we waited.

You don't understand. I have.

- I've waited.

- What do you mean?

I mean I'm a virgin.

What's wrong with that?

- I hate it.

- Thank God!

Sissie, bring your mother a beer!

Come on, Mom.

What're we gonna do with her?

We're not gonna have a party.

We sure as shooting are!

Madge says were not.

If you don't come out and say hi to

your friends, I'm sending them away.

If I send them all away,

you are going to have to

call everyone and apologize.

And until you do...

You are making me furious, Madge!

Until you make an apology on the

phone to everyone of your friends

who comes by here tonight,

you are grounded!

You can bank on it!

Yeah. I think Angel's

real cute, you know?

That punk movement, they're a bunch of

retards with safety pins in their faces...

- But Angel's good.

- Yeah.

Gotta go home. The party's off!

Where's Madge?

- She's grounded.

- How come?

She's a virgin.

Hi.

How was the concert?

Fine.

I saw Dad.

How was he?

Fine.

What's wrong, Mom?

I just read this frigging

page five times.

How come you're not asleep?

Because I have a test tomorrow.

And I study for my tests.

Your dad thinks that if I get a degree that

I'll be smart enough to leave him alone.

Did you do your homework?

I don't have any. It's the weekend.

I got this crazy idea that

you'll go to college,

you'll read a lot of books.

You'll become this brainy person.

You'll know how to talk to

neurotics like your mother.

How's your friend?

- Sam?

- He seems nice.

He's with his wife.

- Ex-wife. He's divorced.

- That's cool.

He's taking me to lunch tomorrow.

Did he take you to dinner last night?

What does that mean?

Nothing. Forget it.

I'm a 40-year-old woman and I'm

sitting here reading Plato again.

It's insane!

No, he didn't take me

to dinner last night.

And he didn't take me to dinner

tonight like he said he would

because his ex-wife called

and he wasn't free to go.

So he apologized.

What for?

Sure, I should have had dinner with him

first and found what his intentions were.

If they were honorable or not.

I was too busy throwing

myself at some guy.

Like all the other divorced,

desperate UCLA undergraduates.

But I did it 'cause it felt good,

'cause I wanted to. Okay?

Okay.

Sh*t. I'm sorry.

I can't focus again.

You gotta get your prescription checked.

I know. I keep meaning to.

Right there.

I would've loved Plato.

He and his friends,

none of them liked to wear shoes.

"Thus far I have been speaking of

the fourth and last kind of madness

"which is imputed to him who,

when he sees the beauty of the earth

"is transported with

the recollection..."

...the manager of the Shoe Stop shoe store

on Hacienda Boulevard in La Puente.

Good morning, Shoe Stop. May I help you?

I have a hobby. I like to chew on shoes.

- It's something usually I do at

home, but... - You like to what?

Chew on shoes.

Today is my day off

and I wondered whether I

could come down to Shoe Stop

and just chew on some of the

shoes down there for a while.

Get out of here or I'll

personally kill you.

I don't take them home.

I mean, I'm not gonna wear them.

Is it going to be noticeable?

If another customer comes in

and wants that shoe to wear,

is it gonna be noticeable

that somebody nibbled on it?

Are your shoes that quality shoes that

somebody's gonna care that much?

- Don't.

- Yes, they are.

I mean, we don't carry junk here.

You do have terrific prices down

there because it is self-service.

Yes.

The shoes would sell

elsewhere for $20 or $16.90?

- Yeah, that's correct. - I'm at a

pay phone right around the corner.

Why don't you let me come over...

All right. Why don't you come over now?

I have some shoes at the back.

We'll talk about it.

I mean, if somebody's gonna eat shoes,

they might as well eat the best. Right?

That's right.

Jay? Are you leaving?

Just to New York. For a week.

I've been calling your place for weeks.

I couldn't call back.

Well, why? I mean, I was like dying.

Mom thinks I'm going with Terry.

She likes him 'cause he smiles a lot.

It's obnoxious.

What's wrong with me?

You know.

The age thing.

- For a change.

- I'm 16.

Doesn't matter. I mean,

my grandmother was having babies at 16.

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