Margaret Page #4

Are you still mad

at me about the test?

What's going on, Lisa?

Because maybe

the bus driver

is completely

devastated as it is,

and I'm just gonna

be this rich girl who

calls up the cops to

ease her conscience.

What does your being rich

have to do with anything?

You know what I mean.

No, I don't.

I don't mean literally rich. I mean

rich compared to the bus driver.

Lionel? I'm going

to need five minutes.

I just thought you

wanted to know that

there's a lot of

people out here

and it's kind of

hard to breathe.

You better close

that door now, Lionel.

I'm sorry, I gotta

let these guys in.

I don't want to leave you hanging.

Look, if you're hurting,

we could get a cup of

coffee after school.

I'd do that.

Hey, does this

dress make me look fat?

Um... A little.

Well, there's nothing

I can do about it.

Where are you going?

The opera.

Why are you

going to the opera?

Turns out he's

a big opera fan.

Anyway, don't you

think it sounds kind of fun?

We should all go sometime.

No, thanks.

Why not? I bet

you'd like it.

I don't like that

kind of singing.

You like classical music.

Yes, that's true, but I

don't like opera singing.

When have you ever... It's

like their entire reason

for existing is to prove

how loud they can be.

I don't really find

that all that interesting.

Yeah. I know what

you mean, but it's not

all like that.

You like The Magic Flute.

Okay. I guess I'm wrong.

I guess I do like

opera singing.

I just didn't realize it.

What is the matter

with you?

Nothing at all.

Why are you pushing this? I

don't want to go to the opera!

Yes, okay.

I'm not pushing anything.

All you have say is,

"No, thanks."

I did and then you

were like, "Why not?"

So then I told you, and then

you started debating me,

like you assumed

that I've never

thought this

through for myself,

which I have, many times!

Okay, well that was a really

contemptuous assumption on my part.

I don't actually

like the opera that much

myself, but I'm

trying to expand my mind,

maybe that's wrong.

I'm sorry. I guess I'm a little

nervous about you guys meeting Ramon.

Why? What's the big deal?

Why are you so

influenced by

what Curtis and me...

...what Curtis and I think?

Hey, why does everything

I say annoy you?

Jesus Christ,

I'm just sitting here.

Here, you be me, and say

anything and I'll respond to you

the way you've been responding

to me this whole conversation.

Go ahead,

you say something to me...

No! I'm not gonna do that.

Why not?

Because it's dumb!

I'm horrible.

I get your point!

Oh, okay. Whatever.

Was that supposed to be an

imitation of me?

Mmm. Okay, withdrawn.

Are you coming to

my opening night?

I will if I have to.

You're a little c*nt,

you know that?

Yes. You're a big c*nt.

Okay, let's not start talking

to each other that way.

You just called

me a c*nt, Mom.

I'm sorry I said that...

Why? It's refreshing.

If you're saying you're not aware

you've been really annoyed with me,

or really irritable

with me and it doesn't

matter if I express

it exactly accurately,

because you know what I'm trying to say.

Not really.

If you're really saying that

you're completely unaware of that,

then I have to say I don't think

you're being honest about it.

Now, maybe I'm

doing something horrible

to you without

being aware of it,

but I have a show opening in two

weeks, I'm really nervous about it,

I'm seeing a new person

and I'm obviously anxious about

you and Curtis liking him,

you were involved in this

horrible, traumatic accident,

you're going on this crazy horseback

riding trip with your father...

Oh, my God! ...which sounds like

a recipe for disaster to me.

And on top of

everything else, Lisa,

ever since I told

you about Ramon,

you have been

treating me like I'm insane.

I think you're exaggerating.

Now, what am I supposed to do?

What am I supposed to do?

Just stop whining

about everything!

It doesn't matter.

None of it matters at all.

You've been in

a million plays,

you always get freaked out

because of what some dumb critic

is gonna say

about your dumb play.

I don't frankly

give a sh*t about Ramon

or who you're going

out with this week.

I never go out with anyone.

I don't care!

Don't talk to me like that!

I've barely had a date

for the last two years!

Yeah, but I don't care about any of it.

It doesn't matter.

Your boyfriend doesn't matter. Your

play doesn't matter, except to you.

I don't care about New Mexico,

because to tell you the truth,

I'm probably not even going.

What do you mean? Want to

know something else, Mom?

There are more

important problems

in the world than

our relationship.

There is a whole city out there

full of people who are dying,

so who gives a sh*t if I

like your f***ing boyfriend?

It is so trivial.

Why are you bothering me

with all this?

It doesn't matter.

Well, should I

have him come up now?

Or should I

have him wait downstairs?

Do whatever you want.

I don't care.

Lisa, I don't even know

what we're talking about.

I know you don't.

That's the problem.

Oh, give me a break.

Everything is all right?

Oh, yeah. Oh. I'm so excited

to be going to the opera.

I don't think I've really gone

more than one or two times.

I wish it wasn't Norma,

but still it's fun to go.

What if we went to see

something else instead?

You don't want

to hear Norma?

Oh, no, I don't mean that.

I just meant,

wouldn't it be funny

if we walked into one

of the other events?

Like, what if we

just went to see

the Daniel Goldfarb

play instead?

I think

you will enjoy this.

It's beautiful.

Shh.

This is the dumbest

book I've ever read.

- Yo.

- Hey, Paul.

Hey.

It's Lisa Cohen.

Yeah, how's it going?

Okay. What have

you been up to?

Seeing some

questionable movies,

and not deciding

where to go to college.

Sounds good.

So, I was just thinking...

This is gonna

sound really queer,

but by any chance would you

want to meet somewhere

and, like, take away

my virginity?

Um... All right.

Really?

To what do I owe this

inconceivable honor?

Actually, it's because

of my deep,

passionate feelings

for you, Paul.

That's pretty

much what I figured.

Do you wanna give

me your address?

Oh, um...

It's 252 West 85th Street.

Okay.

All right. I'll be

there in like a half hour,

or more.

Okay.

All right. I'll see you. Bye.

- Hello?

- Hey.

What are you up to?

Writing my Lear paper.

That's impressive.

Not really.

I've just never

known you to be

so devoted to

your studies before.

So, what did you do tonight?

Actually, Darren, I don't really

feel like talking right now.

Okay.

Okay?

Yeah. I'll talk

to you later.

Okay.

Okay, bye.

Bye.

Hey.

Hey, come in.

I think I just

alienated one of

your neighbors by

smoking in the elevator.

Really? What

did they say?

She basically said there was

no smoking in the elevator.

That's original.

So, this is the living room.

Very livable.

We like it.

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