Greenberg Page #9
giving some guy a blowj*b,
but she has taken
it to the extreme.
MURlEL:
Why doguys like to do that?
Come on you and spread it?
They don't all like it.
(LAUGHS) They do.
No, they don't.
You just like guys
who do that.
(LAUGHS) F*** you !
You're really good with him.
You have dogs?
how to do it.
Did you start an affair
with Phillip's assistant?
No.
l'm jealous. (CHUCKLES)
You should come to
Australia with us.
Yeah?
called Australia.
Totally.
Maybe l will.
Okay.
But you better hurry.
like, five minutes.
SARA:
F***!What are we gonna
do about Mahler?
Oh, f***.
Can l ask you guys a favor?
Yeah. What's happening?
How you doing?
l'm Roger, by the way.
Marlon and Peggy.
Sorry it's such a mess.
Yeah,
we're gonna go home.
Can you take Mahler
until Wednesday?
Uh. . .
Yeah, sure.
We love Mahler.
Come here, baby.
ROGER:
Great.No, wait a second.
You know,
run it by his nose.
Okay.
No sweat.
Thanks, man.
And he takes prednisone,
which is a steroid,
twice a day for
the next three days.
l'll write this out.
Also,
there's an antibiotic
and a blood thinner,
but l'll write
it down for you.
Let's go! We still
have to get you a ticket.
ROGER:
What time is it?Come on !
lt's f***ing peaceful,
is what it is.
SARA:
l love it.Did you see sharks last time?
Oh, f***!
SARA:
Okay.You know what
really pisses me off,
is f***ing Lily.
Once again.
l still can't get over that.
What a slut.
Like, l'm thinking
about it now,
and it's so much worse
than l remembered.
Now that l feel like,
maybe l was drunk
at the time.
l've seen a great white,
and there are
the most amazing wrecks.
l love that
you're doing this.
ls this completely crazy?
SARA:
No!l mean, it's what
people do, right?
You'll love Australia.
For some people,
this is nothing.
MURlEL:
And who knowshow much longer the Reef's
gonna be around?
There's this starfish
that's killing
the marine life.
Roger, are you certified?
To what?
Dive.
No, l don't really swim.
(BOTH LAUGHlNG)
(COUGHlNG)
MURlEL:
You can go look atwhales while we dive.
Sunny will look at whales.
Okay, you know what?
You can cut out
the Sunny business.
(MURlEL COUGHlNG)
SARA:
Oh, my God,look at this guy in these
overalls and the clogs.
l left my ChapStick.
Oh, my God.
Are overalls back in now,
or is he crazy?
No, l saw a bunch of
people in overalls. . .
MURlEL:
Hey,will you check this out?
SARA:
What the f***is that?
That is so weird.
l know, right? lt's so itchy.
Don't touch it.
Don't touch it.
You know what?
l'm supposed to get
someone from the hospital.
No, no, no.
Hold it. Hey! Hey, hold it!
Can you open my door?
No, you're our prisoner.
Exactly.
Come on, open
the f***ing door, please.
Okay, fine.
Come on.
Roger, it's a rental.
Open it.
Would you stop?
Sara, open the f***ing door!
l'm trying.
Stop pulling on it!
You know, l can't go,
l can't afford it
(STAMMERlNG) and l have to
pick up my friend.
Have a good time,
all right?
MURlEL:
Bye!l've got to get insurance.
The anesthesia's
so expensive.
l'm such a baby
about pain.
And l stayed overnight.
l'm glad your brother's
coming back next week.
l need to work more hours.
Thanks.
l really picked
my lip in my sleep,
which was possibly
about finding a pet
in the Canyons.
Do you, uh,
get The New York Times?
No.
lt's good to get the paper.
l'll pick you up one.
Okay.
Did you get my message?
l haven't checked yet.
What did you say?
Um. . .
l reassessed
the movie Wall Street,
among other things.
l don't know it.
l wasn't gonna give it to you
'cause l was pissed,
but you can open it.
Happy birthday, again.
Thanks.
Now you have the set.
Not that they're a set.
What about your niece?
Remember,
the sticks are too old.
She's coming
over this weekend.
l framed her picture.
Do you have
a tape-measure?
l think there's a ruler
in the desk drawer.
Do you have a hammer?
Maybe in there.
Here?
You want it on
this wall, here?
Okay.
Cool.
Like a professional.
Well, l am a professional.
l mean, l build things.
l know you know
l was in a hospital.
l'm not hiding it.
But it's not what
defines me, you know?
l understand.
(HAMMERlNG)
l want to
listen to my message.
l'd had some to drink.
Gina.
My mom.
Okay. This is you.
(POP MUSlC PLAYlNG)
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