Greta Page #7

Mom.

- Quiet down and give me the bag.

- What's wrong with you?

- Greta, stop it.

- Edgar:
What's going on?

- Mom, please.

- Stop making a scene.

- Edgar:
What are you doing?

- Edgar, I could use some help.

- Be careful. Don't hurt her.

- Come on now.

Mrs. Wocheski:
What the hell

is going on over there?

All right, just stop.

Everybody just stop.

(blaring)

Greta, get up.

Please, Katherine, sit down.

I'm sick of all this.

I'm tired of all this screaming

and yelling and fighting

and the police on my porch

in the middle of the night

and my wife upset

every 15 minutes.

I don't want to hear

another word

about this boot camp nonsense.

Dad, look,

with all due respect,

you really don't have

any say here.

Oh, yes, I do.

I earned it when you

dumped her on us this summer.

This kid needs love

and understanding and patience.

Do you hear yourself?

Where was the love and understanding

when I needed it,

when you let her

run me out of the house

because she didn't like

my boyfriend?

What? I never threw you

out of this house.

I simply said you couldn't live here

and do drugs.

You two have a lot of nerve

bringing my parenting skills

into question.

Stop it.

Mom, stop talking to them like that.

Okay, I will go

to the stupid boot camp.

- No, Greta, Greta.

- Wait wait.

- Greta's staying here.

- Dad.

- And so are you.

- No, I'm not.

We're gonna make this right.

We're gonna fix it.

We're gonna get to know

one another, this family of ours.

Dad, I have a job.

Well, you've got vacation time

saved up, haven't you?

Well, yeah, but that's for Bermuda

in the fall.

Oh, you're taking your daughter

to Bermuda in the fall, are you?

No, just Edgar and I.

Uh-huh.

No, you cannot make Edgar

spend his vacation here.

Edgar isn't invited.

This is between us and you

and Greta.

And if Edgar really loves you,

he can just do without you for a little while

while you save

your daughter's life.

When you put it like that,

I have to say...

- You're not gonna leave me here?

- Yeah.

You're leaving me here?

Yeah, this is the best idea

any of us have had.

You know, I think your dad is right.

This could be good for everyone.

- Edgar.

- See you in a couple of weeks.

- Edgar.

- You'll be fine, sweetheart.

Oh, this is grand.

Oh, this is gonna really

be helpful.

Go on, you two, yuck it up.

I don't even have

any clothes to wear.

Grandma's got some dresses

you could wear.

- Edgar:
Bye, all.

- You two are exactly alike.

And you...

Here.

Here he is.

Oh, yeah, there he is.

He was handsome.

I dream about him sometimes,

but he never looks the same.

You have his eyes.

Yeah?

And his brains.

Well, I'll try to keep mine

inside my skull.

I always loved

that picture of you.

God.

Oh my God.

What happened to your hair, Mom?

The 1980s.

It's huge.

Katherine:

Big hair. Big hair.

Grow up, girl

Grow up

You're not all that you were.

Greta:
Dear Mom,

I'll probably be home

by the time you get this,

but I don't care.

I just wanted to thank you

for the time we had together

and for letting me

stay down here.

Oscar Wilde wrote,

"To lose one parent

may be regarded as a misfortune.

To lose both

looks like carelessness."

I think he had a point.

It's not so bad here.

Really, it's not as bad

as you'd think.

Nice day for a walk

in the park

Nice day for a drive

through the city

This world is a warm,

sunny park

Nice day for a talk

with your girl

Nice day for your shop

to get busy

This world is

of no empty part

Please don't ask me

all those questions

I don't know

Please don't ask me

all those questions

I don't know

And when you wake up early

and the sun is shining

Are you ready for

the day that's coming?

It's coming

Yeah.

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