Garden State Page #6
I pushed her.
So there that is.
- Shut up!
- F*** off.
- No. That's the truth.
- Why?
It was just a complete
freak accident, you know?
It's one of those things you replay
a million times in your head...
and you see how clearly it was
My-My whole life, she was
depressed for no reason.
And... one day,
you know...
I was a little kid.
I was nine years old...
and I just
hated her for that.
And... I pushed her.
And it was innocent.
I was just completely frustrated.
- 'Cause...
- 'Cause you couldn't make her happy?
Yeah! F***, yeah!
And any other time, you know...
any other day, she would havejust
yelled at me and sent me to my room.
But this day...
on this particular day...
the door of the dishwasher...
had fallen open...
the latch on it was broken.
And it would just
randomly fall open.
That f***in' latch,
you know.
It's really amazing how much of my life has been
determined by a quarter-inch piece of plastic.
But...
So, anyway, she, uh...
she fell back over the door...
and, uh, hit her neck on the kitchen counter,
paralyzing her from the waist down.
- Wow.
- Still want to compare f***ed-up families?
But your mom was in the wheelchair
long before you left.
Yeah. Well, I was nine.
So they sent me to therapy
and put me on these drugs...
that were supposed to
"curb my anger,"
and I've been on some
form of them ever since.
And when I was 16, my psychiatrist dad
came around to the conclusion that...
it probably wasn't the best environment
for me to be growing up in, so...
he sent me to boarding school.
- And I haven't been home since.
- Until now.
- For her funeral.
- Till now for her funeral.
I can't believe the retarded
quarterback's a pill-popper.
- Jesse?
Where's the sauna?
- I'll show her.
- No, I-I got it.
- No, you get her a towel.
- Wait. Wait.
Want a ride, sweetheart?
You're in it
right now, aren't you?
- What do you mean?
- My mom always says that when she can see...
I'm, like, working something out in my head,
she's like, "You're in it right now."
And I'm lookin' at you,
and you're...
telling me
that story, and...
you're definitely
in it right now.
I think you're right.
I am in it.
Okay. I mean, whatever. All right.
Can we just change the subject, okay?
Let's just... Let's just
talk about good stuff.
- Good stuff?
- Yeah, like "glass half-full" sh*t.
- What do you got?
- Got a little buzz. Got that.
- What you got?
- I got a little buzz goin'.
And I like you.
So there's that.
I guess I have that.
I can tap-dance.
You want to see me tap-dance?
I would love
to see you tap-dance.
- What are you doing?
- You collect Desert Storm trading cards?
F*** yeah. Those things
are collector's items, man.
You have any idea how much
those things are gonna be worth one day?
- Really?
- Hell, yeah. That's just like an investment.
I have lots of little investments
all over the place.
One day I'm gonna sell all of'em
just f***in' live off of it.
So, like how much
is this one worth?
- Which?
- "Night Vision Goggles."
I don't know. Mint?
Uh, two, maybe three.
- Dollars?
- Yeah.
It's too early. You don't sell 'em yet.
Don't you know anything about investing?
I'm gonna
live off that sh*t.
If you have a complete set,
it's worth, like, thousands.
- So do you have the complete set?
- Almost.
The corners are bent on my "Friendly Fire,"
and someone stole my "Wolf Blitzer."
Now, look.
Whaddya got to do today? 'Cause, uh...
I got you a little
going-away present...
but, uh, I gotta kind of
track it down first.
- So can you give me a ride?
- Uh, yeah. I just, uh...
- What?
- No, nothin'. I just, uh...
Say it. Speak.
I kinda told Sam I was gonna
hang out with her today.
- So, uh...
- She can come. I don't care.
I can't believe we're in
f***ing Handi-World.
I really don't want
to be in Handi-World.
We're getting money
for your present. Don't look so guilty.
- How do I look guilty?
- Andrew Largeman?
- Oh, no. Benson.
- Oh, no.
- Who is that?
- Just don't give him your number.
Hey, man. What's up?
- Holy sh*t!
- How's it goin'?
- I haven't seen you since, like, junior year.
- Yeah.
- I thought you killed yourself.
- What?
I thought
you killed yourself.
- That wasn't you?
- No, no. That wasn't me.
- Who killed themselves?
- That was the Gleason kid.
- Oh.
- Oh, and Tina.
- Tina who?
- You remember Tina.
- She was anorexic, did gymnastics...
- Oh, gymnastics Tina?
- How'd she do it?
- I don't know. She wasn'tJewish. I didn't bury her.
I think it was sleeping pills.
Or that car in the garage thing. I forgot.
- Uh, sorry, this is Sam, Karl. Karl, Sam?
- Hey.
- Hey.
- I gotta go find that thing.
- Uh, you two stay here. I'll be right back.
- Is it heavy, or... Okay.
- Hey, weren't you on a TV show or something?
- Yeah, it was just this show.
So, uh, you're like
workin' here. That's cool.
Only for a little while.
I'm opening my own business.
Actually, I should
talk to you about it.
I'm lookin' for smart people
like you, Large.
- I should get your number.
- Yeah, definitely. That'd be... That'd be cool.
I'd like to talk
to you... both...
about a good opportunity
for you and your loved ones.
We all have dreams.
I know I do!
I'd like to talk to you about an exciting
opportunity that people are talking about.
- We gotta get goin'.
- Oh, okay. It was good to see you, Karl.
- Hey, I should get your number.
- Yeah, definitely.
Well, I'll call you because
I think he has it in his book.
Nice to meet you.
Why is it always the losers that get
caught up in the pyramid schemes?
Why can't it be some charming, hot girl
nagging you incessantly to buy some sh*t?
- Is that what he's doin'?
- Yeah. It's detergent or some sh*t.
Why are you buying knives?
I don't need knives.
- I'd like to return these.
- You got a receipt?
- Actually, no. They're a gift.
- Why are you returning these?
- They're not sharp enough.
- They're not sharp enough?
No. Not for what
we need them for.
- They couldn't cut cans.
- You bought them to cut cans?
No, but in the commercial,
it said if I wanted to cut cans, I could.
- With these knives, I can't.
- It comes with a sharpener.
- Did you try it?
- Yeah. They're just...
- I don't want them. They're not sharp enough.
- Okay.
A major loophole in the Handi-World
return policy is that they permit returns...
without receipts
on items below $40.
So, how often do you go?
I hit every employee once,
and then I wait until they hire new ones.
Luckily, nobody stays at
Handi-World for very long.
- Except for Karl Benson.
- You know, Mark, it's my last day in town.
- If you need money, I could loan you some.
- I don't need your money.
- I'm making my own right now.
- F***, takeJesse's. The guy's a millionaire.
I don't take anybody's money.
Okay, Andrew?
I make my own.
Favors are bad news.
The only thing worse than a favor
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