Hysterical Blindness Page #5

and we are out having a....

Hi, Mrs. Tuchinsky.

Yeah, Beth's right here.

Hi, Ma. l was on my way home.

Listen, Amber's exaggerating

the whole thing.

l have not been in a bar

every night of the week.

Okay, l am.

l am a good mother.

Okay, l'm coming right now.

Okay.

Bobby.

-Let's just go.

-All right.

-You really goin'?

-Don't worry about it.

Maybe l can swing by when l get off.

Got a porch light or something

you can leave on for me?

Yeah, okay.

l can't believe she's doing this to us.

She's right, Deb.

l can't go leaving her alone anymore.

What?

lt's no big deal, it's just Ollie's.

lt's not like it's gonna change my life.

C'mon, Amber's waiting.

-l'm not goin'.

-Why?

Maybe l want another drink.

Here, just take my car.

-l got to go, Deb.

-Fine.

-Bye.

-Bye.

-You're back?

-A Screwdriver.

You got it.

See you later.

Hold on.

You okay?

l'm fine, why?

No reason.

Good.

You ever work here in the afternoon?

Once or twice.

lt's so different,

all men sittin' around drinking.

How would you know?

My father used to come here.

Yeah?

You came here with him?

l came in looking for him.

But he must've changed everything

in his life because l never saw him.

lt's a shame, Deb.

Another Screwdriver.

This song is so great.

Where you been?

-What?

-l've been right here.

-Good for you.

-Thanks.

What are you doing?

l'm out having a good time.

-Are you alone?

-No, of course not.

-Where you been?

-Around, you know.

No.

Look, l got to go hang out

with my buddies, so....

Have a drink with me first.

C'mon, l'll buy one.

-No.

-One.

-No, they're waiting for me, so l got to go.

-All right.

-l'll be right here, okay?

-Okay.

What are you doing after?

l don't know.

Anything.

You want to get laid?

Yeah, okay, l'm up for it.

Okay, good.

l'll be back when l'm ready to go, okay?

All right, cool.

Yo, Deb. Seen you talking to him.

-Yeah, l know.

-Looking good.

Yeah, he is good.

-Something special.

-Okay.

l just really feel like dancing again.

Excuse me.

-What's up? How you doing?

-Just dancin'.

-l really feel like dancing.

-Yeah?

l just want to party all night!

Too bad there's no dance floor here.

l don't need one. Do you?

-Dance with me.

-No.

l don't really want to, l don't want to.

-Why don't you want to dance with me?

-What? l don't know.

l think we should sit and talk for a minute.

Why?

Why not?

Why don't you want to sit down

and talk to me?

l'm not looking for someone to talk to.

Thanks.

That is nice.

Thanks a lot, that is real nice of you.

Great.

Just walk away from me.

Rick.

What, l mean, you don't know me?

l'm going home with you tonight,

and you don't know me?

Calm down, all right?

No, you don't understand.

l've been thinking about you.

-Me and you could really hang out together.

-l don't know what you're talking about.

Come on, just sit down with me.

-You okay, buddy?

-Yeah.

-l'm going home.

-You're what?

Rick, just talk to me.

Just talk to me.

-Deb, are you okay?

-l'm fine. Hey, Rick.

l just want to make you filet mignon.

You should sober up.

-What happened?

-Can l have a glass of water, please?

What's wrong with me?

l really want to know.

Maybe you don't see things so clearly.

F*** you!

l love you, Mom.

Mom?

My God.

-What the f***?

-Deborah!

Where'd all this come from?

-Value City.

-My God.

-Where'd we get the money?

-l saved up.

What?

You mean, this is really ours?

Yeah, l guess.

l can't believe this. This is amazing.

My God.

Sit down, already.

Doesn't feel like mine.

That's okay,

we'll get used to it being so nice.

Yeah.

Sure.

-l'm quitting smoking.

-Yeah?

Yeah.

Good.

You know, if you wanted to, Deb...

we could start having parties out here

like we used to in high school.

We could play Neil Young and Bruce.

All the people would stop by.

-We would have to get beer.

-Yeah.

And we'd have to get lawn chairs.

We can't just be sittin' out here on the steps

like a couple of kids.

-Definitely. l like that idea.

-Yeah, me, too.

-Hey, Ma.

-Hi, honey.

Oh, God.

Look. What's she....

Hey, Amber!

What?

Are you gonna do your new routine?

You want me to?

Yeah.

-Okay.

-l'll watch this time.

-Promise.

-Great.

Go, Amber!

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