Hanging Up Page #5

5 You Can."

Actress is a "can't."

Like I read Vogue.

No wonder they're firing her if

she's running articles like that.

They're firing her?

What are you saying?

Carlo knows this fashion photographer,

and he said ad revenue is way down.

Who's Carlo?

Someone who happens to be important

to me. Anyway, he said she's history.

That is terrible.

I really feel bad for her.

No, me too.

Georgia. Fired.

She'll be devastated.

Does she know?

I don't know. Should we tell her?

I don't know.

Is that bad, coming from us?

- I'm not telling her.

- You should tell her.

Why do I have to do everything?

I'm not gonna do that.

This is, like, the 10th call

this week. Hi, Dad.

It's her!

How are you?

I have some news.

- I think it happened.

- They fired her?

- What?

- Are you sitting down? Oh, God!

Guess what? I am starting

my own magazine!

- What?

- Oh, my God!

- She was fired.

- How is this possible?

And guess what I'm calling it.

Georgia.

Really.

Didn't I tell you?

- So she was fired.

- Well, probably.

Let's just be happy for her.

We didn't really want her out

on the street or anything.

Did we?

She's gonna be more famous

than ever.

Thank God I'm changing my last name.

To what?

Moore. Madeline Moore.

"I'm Madeline Moore, hi."

You don't hate her?

The week her stuffing recipe came out

in The New York Times...

...even my bank teller was like,

"Are you related to her?"

She doesn't even cook!

Where did she get that recipe from?

It was mine.

No!

That's the most horrible thing

I've heard of.

It is, isn't it? B*tch!

- That's good. That's healthy.

- B*tch!

That is so healthy for you to say that!

Good! I hope you blew up at her.

Well, no.

You let her get away with anything.

I can't get mad at Georgia.

She's the only mother I've got.

That's pathetic. God.

This is the way I see it.

It's like we're on this racetrack, and

she's a Lamborghini and we're Hondas.

Even though we're these really great

cars, and we get really high mileage...

...anybody with any brains would rather

have a Honda than a Lamborghini.

Well, the point is,

no matter how fast we go...

...she keeps whipping around

that track faster and faster.

Okay, I am not a Honda.

It's just a metaphor.

Well, you can feel about her

however you want...

...but I'm not going through life

thinking I'm a jalopy.

You're not. I wouldn't be caught dead

driving one either.

- "They get high mileage!"

- It's a metaphor!

- It's a stupid metaphor!

- Well, I take it back!

If you weren't the only mother I've got,

I'd be mad at you for that metaphor.

I take it back.

And I need you too.

- Hondas get really good trade-in.

- Do they?

- I got chocolate all over your shirt.

- Really?

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dearJesse

Happy birthday to you

Wait! The hat, the hat!

Ready, steady.

Look at your daddy!

Show how old you are!

Five years old!

You did great! That was good.

Where the hell am I? Tijuana?

Hey, what are these midgets doing here?

Get out of my way!

What is this?

A convention of midgets?

Trick or treat, it's very sweet.

42nd Street.

- I've seen him worse.

- Worse than this?

Hey, hi. I know you.

Miss Mouse, right? Miss Mousy.

- Miss Mousy.

- Why don't we go into the other room?

I ran away from Cleo.

- Come with me.

- You know what I mean?

Let's go into the kitchen.

I don't want to go to...

You go to the kitchen!

Get out!

You're coming with me.

Let go of me!

You're coming with me now!

My cake, Mommy. My cake!

Here, here. Come here.

Come here.

Please stay.

It's Jesse's birthday.

You go with your Aunt Maddy.

Just take over.

Help her hand out those party favors.

My dad.

Who wants a party favor? Come on,

Jesse. Let's see what we got.

Come on, come on.

- Give me a drink.

- I'm not doing that, so forget it.

- I'll make him some coffee.

- Cleo, answer the phone!

Who is Cleo?

This is my home, all right?

You just can't come into my home...!

Cleo, answer the goddamn phone!

Lou, why don't you try

the call later on?

I know you.

You'd like to screw the little

Miss Mousy, wouldn't you?

I know what you're thinking.

Get out!

What are you talking about, "get out"?

A father comes to visit his daughter,

"get out."

Your mother was right about you.

"Throw that one back."

What?

That's what she said. She took

one look. "Throw that one back."

She was right about you;

"Throw that one out!"

"Dump the creep." You bastard!

Just get out!

Just get out, you bastard!

You're just awful!

Hateful bastard! Get out!

How could he say that?

Thank you very much.

It's okay, baby.

Thank you, wonderful daughter.

"Bastard." Thank you very much.

Thank you very much!

What happened?

What did Dad do?

What did he do?

Did you see him?

He's a drunk, Maddy! Damn it!

He's just... He's out there.

He's living a crazy, sick,

demented life.

He's never setting foot

in this house again. Is that clear?

Ever.

Oh, God!

Here.

I just feel awful.

Cleo, answer the goddamn phone!

Cleo, answer the goddamn phone!

- A mini-stroke.

- What?

- Dr. Kelly swears he'll recover.

- That's good news.

Dad wants me to call Mom, and I...

I just can't. I won't...

Now, please. You'll be all right.

- What? What's the matter?

- Omar.

Omar who?

He's just a doctor who's gonna

slap me with a gigantic bill.

That's whyyou have to force Dad

to sign a blank check.

What?

lfhe has a maxi-stroke, we can get

everything out ofhis bank account.

He could need round-the-clock care.

I can't deal with this right now.

Call me later, sweets. Bye.

Hello, coffee machine.

Come on.

Oh, come on! Come on! Just work!

Something just has to goddamn work!

What are you doing? Crashing,

banging all the time. See this?

This is a coffee machine in a hospital,

and it doesn't work.

The people who come here need to have

some coffee when they're waiting.

You are still at large.

- My God.

- I'm very sorry.

It's nice to see you.

Where are you going?

What are you doing?

My father had a mini-stroke.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

But you have...

Excuse me.

- What do you want?

- Hi, Kim. What's wrong now?

Don't ask me. I'm returning

your call. Hello?

- I called you?

- Yes, you called me.

I'll probably be here for a while...

...so would you please make sure

to pick up Jesse from the school...

...give him his snack, do not forget.

Did you call the Nixon Library?

Why would I do that?

Why?! Because the party

is tomorrow, Kim.

And call Georgia and make sure

she's got her plane ticket.

God! Unbelievable person!

Where are you going?

What are you doing?

Thank you.

Did you decide about the car?

Yes.

- Very expensive.

- Very expensive?

You don't have to tell

my insurance company.

Maybe you have to tell

the insurance company.

Mercedes mechanic very honest but...

Very honest. I'm sure about that.

Tomorrow he's going to give me the...

What do you call it?

- Estimates.

- Right.

I can't believe I remembered that word.

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