Love of My Life Page #4

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it'd be stupid not to

cash the cheques, right?

And this advice might

change your life.

I get wiser every year.

I don't want my life changed.

Richard,

leave Kaitlyn alone,

she doesn't like advice.

And anyway, you're not wise,

you've just got a nice prose style.

Richard:
If this man you love

does something to hurt you,

give him another chance.

Oh god!

Don't

change the locks and

throw his clothes out of the window.

We're not living together.

What are you even talking about?

I am talking

about your mother

shutting me out of her life

instead of giving me another chance

and therefore ruining all our lives.

Kaitlyn:
Well, if my mom

had thought that way,

I wouldn't exist.

I'd be an only child.

Tom:
I wouldn't.

Well, then I'd be alive, but

I'd be eating pizza somewhere else.

[Ringing]

It's not important.

Nothing is important but my Gracie.

Where were we?

Please don't go back to where we were,

please, please.

Maybe some things aren't

meant to be discussed

while eating pizza.

She doesn't like being called Gracie.

She prefers Grace.

She doesn't like being called Gracie

by other people because Gracie

was my pet name for her.

She has wonderful memories

of being called Gracie.

Intimate memories,

passionate memories.

Memories that she doesn't

want tarnished by newer

less significant husbands

calling her Gracie.

Horrible memories.

Like this one right now.

[Ringing]

Sorry.

Hi.

Uh, no, no, I'm in Canada.

I flew home last night because-

um-

What?

Yes, I know where my dad is.

He's sitting right next to me.

Oh, f***.

She can hear you.

Richard:
I can hear you, yes.

Yeah, uh huh.

I know, I know.

What-what can I say?

Uh huh.

Yeah, well.

Do you want to know why?

Do you want to know why?

Because she is the love of my life.

That's why.

Grace:
"She was

humiliated to find herself

a mere victim of feeling,

as if she knew nothing

except through that medium".

[Soft Piano Melody]

Just cleaning out the fridge.

Mhm.

Hey, I'm not the stupid husband, Gracie.

I'm the smart one.

God.

And you were always telling me

I wasn't good enough.

Why didn't you

give me a call when you

lowered your expectations?

Don't say things like that about Tom.

Where were you all those

nights he was looking

after the girls while I

was finishing my degree?

Oh, yeah, I was just

obsessing about my writing.

You mean, f***ing.

Stop.

I'm just

too tired for another

middle of the night argument.

Look, if I really am dying,

can't you let me die in peace?

Truce.

[Sighs]

Just tell me you don't still hate me.

Too exhausted to hate anyone.

If you're so tired,

why don't you go to sleep?

Because you're afraid

you're not gonna wake up?

[Snickers]

You got something on your face.

No, no, there.

Oh, jeez, I'll get it.

Here.

I haven't got anything on my face.

It's just your excuse to get near me.

You can't blame me for trying.

I mean, it's not over 'til it's over.

Yeah, it's not a football match,

it's my life.

And mine.

I'm so glad that you kissed me.

Because I feel

absolutely nothing.

No regrets,

no what ifs.

We were right to split

up. You can go home now.

You don't feel nothing.

You look really disappointed.

What did you expect,

for it to play like a sex scene

in one of your novels?

The sensitive but

manly hero kisses her,

she can't resist, who could,

at the touch of those magic fingers.

She's writhing in ecstasy.

"Take me, baby!

Right here on the kitchen floor."

Yeah, alright, Gracie,

you know I hate this, don't do that.

Just one last f*** from the literary genius

so I can die a truly satisfied woman.

Would you stop it, alright?

Unzip those pants, baby,

and show me something really worth dying-

Right, that's it. I'm just going to bed.

Jam yesterday,

jam tomorrow,

and finally,

jam today.

And you're the smart wife.

You just outmaneuvered me, didn't you?

Do you think you could clear all this up?

I-I would but,

hey, I'm dying.

Don't throw away our last chance, Gracie.

Your last chance came

and went years ago, honey.

So, Mom's happy you're in love.

Thrilled.

She's meeting him tomorrow.

Maybe I could meet someone too.

You don't have much time.

Please.

Boys love me.

It can't just be a hookup.

But what if I think it's forever

and then we break up after-

It's not like she's gonna know.

I better get to work.

It's almost noon, Dad.

Yeah, it's just

I don't feel like working.

I don't know how your

mom is managing it.

I thought you were all going out.

Kaitlyn:
She should be

flying to Machu Picchu.

I'll never forgive myself

for making her go to

Disneyland instead.

Zoe:
You were eight.

It's not your fault.

Tom should have known better.

I would have taken her to Machu Picchu.

Ah, come on.

Everybody loves Disneyland.

Peanut?

You remember me videoing

you dancing with Goofy?

Da-dada-da

da.

Yeah.

Yeah, we had a great time.

Well,

apart from the food poisoning.

Hi.

Do any of you have a ladder?

Uhhh, yeah.

Yeah, I think so.

You asked for this?

Oh, thank you, yeah.

Just leave it there.

Are you sure you're okay, Grace?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Machu Picchu.

I went there.

Did you?

(Chuckles) I just went to Disneyland.

Architecture 101.

Well, maybe you're right.

We're in a bit of a rut.

We could use some inspiration.

Or

depressing reminder of

what failures we've become.

But they're beautiful.

Hey, hey, careful.

You don't want to black out again.

[Ringing]

I'll let you take that.

Yeah?

You need to come home.

I'm busy.

It's an emergency.

Is it what you would consider an emergency

or what I would consider an emergency?

Well, at this stage in your life,

everything's an emergency.

Tell me what it is or I'm not coming.

[Sighs]

We need to talk over some

things about Zoe.

You wouldn't be using

our daughter as part of

a lame scheme to seduce me, would you?

Of course, not. Jesus!

What do you think I am? My god.

(Stuttering) I'm-

Oh, sorry.

I'm sorry I-

I apologize.

Alright, I'm coming.

[Playful Music]

Richard:
Come upstairs.

Ah!

Thank you so much.

I could really use a drink.

What happened to the bed?

[Chuckles]

Was there a window open or something?

Richard.

You know when Grace

left you,

how did you survive?

What are you doing home?

Oh, yeah.

I cancelled all the classes, I just...

I was just not concentrating.

I keep thinking about-

I keep thinking...

I keep thinking...

I just don't think I can live without her.

[Crying]

Can I have some more champagne?

Thanks.

[Crying]

I'm back.

Richard:
Come upstairs.

If this is like the time

I came to pick up Zoe

and you had sent her

to a friend's house and

covered the bed with rose petals

to remind me of the time

we had sex in the garden,

I'll be really pissed off.

[Crying]

Darling.

Sweetheart.

It's going to be okay.

It's alright.

You'll get through this, buddy.

Was nice, though,

that time in the garden.

Could I have a little

more champagne, please?

Thank you.

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