Frances Ha Page #7

...but everyone was a dancer

and not a semiotics major.

- That must be fun for you, though.

- And now I'm one of the adults.

- I keep thinking I'm gonna run into Sophie.

- [Father] Hi, honey.

[Mother] I got a picture of Sophie

and Patch in the largest dog park in Japan.

- I think I'd like that.

- I got a picture of them at a porn mall.

- Do you have enough money?

- Yeah. I mean...

I'm still in debt from Paris.

That was just stupid.

- I'm sorry we can't help you out.

- You help out so much.

I'll be okay. They pay me extra

to work the events.

- Oh, you aren't a good waitress. - It's not

waitressing. It's like pouring for donors.

- [Father] Are you choreographing?

- [Mother] Tom, we went over this.

At least you can't spend

money in nature.

- [Mother] Where are you right now?

- Nature.

We don't have to, like,

guide them personally, do we?

We just have to make sure

they don't f*** or die.

- Ah, good, because I'm having a

Walden's Pond moment. - You have a pond?

I found something out

about Walden's Pond:

It was five minutes

from his mom's house.

He used to go over there

and get supplies.

- So where are you?

- Here.

- No, where do you go to college?

- I don't. I'm not -

I'm done with college.

But I went here when I was younger.

Weird. For some reason, I thought

you had to be in college to do this.

Nope. I just wanted

to get out of the city...

and I knew the director of the summer

program, so she hooked it up.

They had room and board. I'm working

the events to make more money.

- You're super responsible.

- No, I'm not.

It wasn't that long ago

that I went here. I'm only 27.

- Are you with the program?

- Yes, I'm assisting.

- Great. So you're a teacher.

- No, I'm not.

- I'm an RA, but I'm also a dancer.

- I'm so sorry.

- For what?

- Resident assistants can't take class.

But I'm -

I'm not just an RA.

I'm so sorry.

I don't make the rules.

- I'm a dancer, and I went here.

- Sorry. I have to start class.

You're a really good waitress.

I'm not a waitress.

I just pour.

[Indistinct Conversation]

- You were supposed to be on duty

ten minutes ago. Shh! - I'm sorry. I -

[Sobbing]

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm just gonna sit here, okay?

You don't have to do that.

I'm just going to, though.

Are you gonna

study abroad there?

Oh, no.

I'm not a student.

There's no more "abroad. "

I'm half Japanese.

My best friend

kind of lives there now.

Are you done?

[Geese Honking]

Ma'am, you can't smoke here.

- Oh, sorry.

- No, don't throw it!

Goddamn it!

Famous, how?

[Man] She's a senator

or a congress woman or something.

- She's important.

- I should read the news more.

Your job tonight

is to follow her.

Just make sure she's taken care of. She

just gave a ton of money to the school.

So you don't leave

until she leaves. Got it?

When I went here,

it was all girls.

To meet a boy, we had to take

the f*** truck to Hoboken.

You went here? Excuse me.

You went to here?

- Yes.

- Oh, my God. That makes so much sense.

I knew you looked familiar.

You were on the freakin' brochure.

- I'm Frances. I went here.

- Nice to meet you, Frances.

You too. Sorry, sorry.

I'm not supposed to talk to you.

- I'm pouring.

- Ah, yes.

You're very inspiring.

Actually,

the endowment has grown.

Oh, you look so lonely.

I'll see you later, Karen.

You look like a painting:

The Lonely Boy.

I'm actually a painter.

- You're kidding.

- No.

What kind of painter are you?

[Woman Sobbing]

You don't care.

- You hate me!

- I don't hate you. I love you.

You bought the cheapest

auction thing. The cheapest!

[Patch]

I didn't even go here!

You gave a great speech.

I seriously can't believe you're an

independent, because that's bullshit.

Sorry.

Sophie, let's go.

I went here. I thought you were great.

I made him give money.

[Congress woman]

Good. Nice to meet you.

We live in Japan,

so it's, like, crazy we're here.

That's wonderful you came

all the way back for the auction.

I wish. No, we're in New York

for a funeral. His grandpa.

- I wanted to come here. He

drove, but it was my idea. - Ah.

- I'm sorry for your loss.

- It's okay.

- His grandpa had a psycho family

in Germany. - Sophie, let's go.

I loved meeting you.

A real honor.

This douche is my affianced.

- Ah.

- We're engaged.

You're engaged?

It's not... "engaged" engaged.

Right. What?

We're back for a funeral. I would've called,

but you were touring with the company.

Yeah, right, I was,

but I needed a break...

and I thought

it would be so funny...

to come back to the college

for the summer.

It is funny.

In a great way.

And, yeah, just making

extra money doing this kind of gig.

Yeah.

What a slut!

- Are you okay? Do you need some food?

- I'll just eat this.

- I really didn't expect to see you.

- Ditto.

It's almost hard to be happy about it,

because I didn't have time to anticipate it.

Want to get out of here?

I can't.

I have to shadow

this woman.

She's my ward.

- [Sophie] I want to drive.

- [Patch] No, you're too f***ed up.

- [Sophie] You're f***ed up.

- No, I'm not. I drank f***ing Perrier.

[Sophie]I'm not going beck to New York.

I don't want to go to the funeral tomorrow.

- You have to go! - I'm hanging out

with Frances. We're going to the mall.

- No, we're not.

- I'm bringing Frances to the funeral.

I don't want to go.

You didn't even know your grandpa.

You didn't hang out.

It's a funeral. It doesn't matter.

Get in the car!

If you're so broken up,

why did we go to the auction?

- You made me go!

- I don't want you here!

You were wasted!

And I wasn't going to let you drive.

- Goddamn it, Sophie!

- Frances, what do you think?

- About what?

- You don't need to answer.

- How sad were you really when

your grandpa died? - Pretty sad.

I wasn't, and I don't see why you should be.

Your grandpa was a cheating Nazi!

He was not a Nazi!

Take your feet off the dash!

Frances, where do you live?

- Chuggins.

- Is that a dorm?

- Yes.

- How the f*** do you get to Chuggins?

Oh, this is me, right up here.

My dorm.

Chuggins.

We never lived in this dorm.

I know.

It's like the life I never had.

Anyway...

congratulations

on your engagement.

And sorry for your loss.

You are so f***ing selfish.

- Good night, Frances.

- Don't talk to her. Don't look at her.

- She's my friend. She doesn't

even like you. - I like you.

I like you too, Frances.

[Knock At Door]

Hey. Hey, come in.

- [Sophie] Can I stay?

- Of course.

Come. Stay.

[Utensils Rattling]

[Door Shuts]

It's made in the microwave,

but it's good.

Thank you.

I hope it's okay

I borrow loungewear.

- Of course.

- I think I'm gonna -

Oh! Okay, okay.

Here. Sh*t.

[Vomiting]

I'm sorry I was so drunk

I threw up.

I'm sorry I live in a dorm...

and have a single bed.

Here. You lay on the outside.

Okay.

Lay on your back

and put one foot on the floor.

It helps

if you have the spins.

I used to throw up all the time

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