Greta Page #2

Wow. Okay, I'll give it to her...

Grams looked pretty.

(changing channels)

(turns off TV)

(tinkling)

Can I help you?

There's something majorly wrong

with the cable.

I think you ought to call

and light a fire under someone's ass.

We don't have cable.

Wait, say that again.

I said we don't...

What are you wear...?

Oh, look at you.

How do you survive

without cable?

It's really tough, Greta.

Sometimes we cry ourselves

to sleep at night.

You know, you can always

rent videotapes.

Videotapes?

Come on, who lives like this?

Oh, stop the histrionics, Greta,

for goodness' sakes.

There's so much to do

around here.

There's the whole ocean

right there.

Take my bicycle.

Ride along the boardwalk.

Then you won't have time

for TV.

So you want me to sacrifice

reality TV

for purely empirical

experiences?

Yeah, that's my

recommendation.

Fine.

Come with me

Come with me

On a voyage

To the bottom

Of the sea

In a sea

Of blue-green

We will find love

At the bottom

Of the sea

Unbelievable, inconceivable

Fantastic it will seem

But we'll be the first

The very first

To live such a strange

New dream

There we'll be

Lost and free

On our voyage

To the bottom

Of the sea

Come with me

On our voyage

To the bottom

Of the sea.

Greta:
They say that drowning

and freezing to death

are the nicest ways to die,

euphoric even.

I wonder how they would

know that.

The way I see it, what does

experience have to do with anything?

I mean, I've been served

by 1000 waitresses

and the job just doesn't

seem that tough.

I'm sure it has its nuances

just like anything else,

but I'll figure it out.

You're soaking wet.

Oh, come on, Lou.

I'd say the wet T-shirt look

definitely trumps experience.

Does he have

all of his shots?

Let me get you an application.

What the hell for?

It's a yes or no decision.

Not really. It's...

Hey, Lou, give her the job.

You're gonna give it to her anyway.

Zip it, Julie.

See, this is how it works...

you ask him something:

He pretends to chew on it.

He can't say no to nobody,

so you got the job. Don't worry about it.

I don't need your help.

I ain't trying to help you.

Hell, I don't even know you.

I'm trying to help my boy.

One more night that he's shorthanded...

he's gonna develop an ulcer

and it's gonna be problematic for all of us.

Get back to the dungeon.

I'm just saying, man.

I'm just saying.

I can start tomorrow.

Would you like me here at 4:00?

Um...

Or how about lunch?

Then I can learn everything.

It'll be all good.

Uh...

Great. See you then.

Hey, that girl's trouble.

I think I just hired her.

(chattering, laughing)

Oh my God, you guys

are still awake?

You do realize

it's past 9:
00, right?

You realize

that you missed dinner?

What happened to my dress?

Oh, I went swimming.

New York doesn't use that ocean

as a toilet, do they?

Is my hair starting

to turn green?

Greta, I really don't mind

you wearing my dress.

I do mind you going swimming in it.

Would you take it off, please?

Greta, your mother called.

You were supposed to let her know

you got down here all right.

Well, did you tell her

that I was still alive?

Why don't you tell her?

There's a phone on the piano.

- Are you taking that?

- Yes, I am.

- You're in deep trouble now.

- Come on.

- Gin.

- Oh, no.

It's me.

What do you want?

Karen:
I see you survived

the bus trip after all.

I'd rather have ferried

across the River Styx.

Grams told me about your little

to-die list.

You shouldn't scare her

like that.

She doesn't know you well enough

to understand.

How's my old room look?

Does she still have

her seashells everywhere?

It's a shell hole, Mom.

Why are you doing this to me?

Karen:
You know why.

We've discussed this.

I am trying

to save my marriage.

You would have better luck

trying to save

the polar ice caps, Mom.

Why is it that your marriage only works

when I'm not there?

Sweetie,

Greta, I know this is tough,

but try to make the best of it.

Take as much time

as you need, okay, Karen?

Sort things out,

shuffle them together,

do whatever the hell it is

you need to do

to try and save

this marriage, okay?

I'm here and I'm fine.

Don't even worry about me.

I'm fine!

Trouble

Oh, trouble, set me free

I have seen your face

And it's too much, too much

for me.

Greta:
If Dad were alive,

he'd let me drive the car.

And we'd do stuff like paint.

Maybe I'd be friends

with the kid down the street.

Mom and he would argue

about petunias instead of money.

If Dad were alive,

he'd teach me

how to play the guitar.

If Dad were alive.

If Dad were alive.

I drank your wine

And you have made

your world mine

So won't you be fair?

So won't you be fair?

I don't want

No more of you

So won't you be kind

to me?

Just let me go there

I have to go there

Trouble

Oh, trouble, please be kind

I don't want no fight

And I haven't got

a lot of time.

(jazz music playing)

No, I ordered the High Tide.

The Red Squall is mine.

You expect me to remember

what you ordered?

Figure it out yourselves.

You guys have had plenty of time

to look over this lousy menu.

So what's it gonna be?

Is everybody ready?

- No.

- I think we need another minute.

If I walk away from this table

without an order,

I'm not coming back

for another 20 minutes.

I hope by then

you've got it figured out.

I know what I want.

Yeah? Well, I see

who the decision-maker is here.

What will it be?

I will have the chicken breast.

What the hell is wrong with you?

You come to a seafood restaurant

and order chicken?

Well, the other stuff

is expensive.

That's because it tastes good.

Come on, Stacy,

order the lobster.

You can even pick it out

if you're feeling particularly sadistic.

Do you like shrimp?

We have a spectacular

shrimp cocktail,

if you don't mind ripping apart

their freaky exoskeletons.

They have a lot of cholesterol,

don't they?

Not half as much

as the lobster.

Oh my God.

Listen, you could die

on a car ride home tonight,

and you're worried

about a little bypass surgery

Relax.

You're gonna get the shrimp cocktail

and the poached lobster.

Who's next?

Not bad for a kid

learning the ropes.

Welcome aboard, Greta.

Thanks.

Hey, that seafaring lingo

that you do...

you don't do that

all the time, right?

Yeah, I want to see a collar

from now on.

This is a respectable place.

Aye aye, Captain.

Oh my God.

Hey, you got a car?

Seeing as I don't have a license, no.

Yeah, well,

why don't you stick around

a little while?

And I will get you home safely.

Uh, thanks, Voltaire,

but I can take care of myself

all right?

Anyway, I'm only 17.

What, are you, like, 40?

Hey, Lou,

what's a Voltaire?

Does Lou know that you're

feeding his food to the strays?

It's just garbage.

Lou know that you think

his food is garbage?

No, I mean it's going

in the garbage.

It's just a joke.

Hold on.

My name's Julie.

I'm Greta,

which is just a thinly disguised

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