Mortal Thoughts Page #2

They tell him to take a walk.|Cool off.

Still, you were encouraging her|to do something?

That's natural.

You sympathized with her predicament.

You see another woman abused.

You think something should be done.

I told her to divorce him.|Throw him out.

I don't know.

I mean, you have two friends, married,|who are at each other's throats.

He verbally and physically abuses her.

She says over and over|she wants to get rid of him.

You don't take it seriously?

I watch The Honeymooners every night.|I don't take that seriously.

One of these days, Cynthia, pow!|Right to the moon.

I'm gonna get some water.

- You need the toilet?|- No, thanks.

All right, so?

- Give me five minutes.|- Would you get me some goddamn sugar?

I work all f***ing day.|As for the rest of us...

You cut f***ing hair!|You cut hair!

What the f*** do you do?|You sit around all f***ing day.

No, you go get it!

Here we go.

There you are.

Jimmy expects everybody to do|everything for him. Jesus Christ!

Cookie.

Go next door and buy him some sugar.

My nails are all wet.

What? So go like this.|Come on.

No appointments, right?

Of course not. Who'd go to a shop|with lunatics running around upstairs?

He's gotta go.

Did you order this?

- No.|- No? I'm gonna send it back.

- We're not going tonight?|- We're going.

I'm just not taking that animal.|He should die in his sleep.

We're short.|We should wait till next week.

No, no. I got some put aside.

I'll get Arthur to watch the kids.|He won't wanna go anyway.

The hell with both of them.|lt'll be like old times.

Here. I hope he chokes on it.

I don't need you today,|so you could take off.

You're a real pal, Joyce.

What are you doing?

There. Why don't you|give him his sugar?

I'm not gonna give him that.

You wanna give him the sugar?|You give him the sugar.

Nice doggies.|You wanna give him a smooch?

Mommy, this looks like Buttercup.

Yeah, you're right, it does.

So now we wait.

You didn't do it.

Yes, I did.

What are you, nuts?

Come sit with your brother.

I can't believe you.

Hey, there, Cyn. What's up?

Want some tea?

- We gotta talk.|- Did Joyce send you up here?

You gotta learn to control|your temper.

It's not good|how you fly off the handle.

I don't "fly off the handle"|for no reason.

But you gotta learn to talk,|not yell.

You don't wanna be|intimidating everybody.

You used to be|such a happy-go-lucky guy.

Hey, I'm happy...|I'm very happy-go-lucky.

I don't intimidate you, do I?

Well, James, you can be|a little overbearing.

Cynthia, you see? You see?|Here's what I like about you.

I could talk to you.

I cannot talk to Joyce.

- I can talk to Joyce.|- Maybe you should...

because you're one of the last|five people in Bayonne that can.

- Got enough sugar?|- You're gonna start with the sugar?

I like tea. Okay?

I like coffee.|I can't take it without sugar.

We've been married five years.

I know her three years before that.|Can't she figure it out?

How hard is it for me to get some|goddamn sugar in my own house?

You look in the f***ing cabinet,|you go, "We need some sugar".

Then what? You take a pencil,|a piece of paper.

S-U-G-E-R, this is what we need.

You go to the store, you say,|"What do I need? A one-pound box?

Maybe that big five-pound sack?|Low-cal? NutraSweet?"

Whatever you need,|you bring the sugar home.

But, no. Can I get some sugar? No.

We can have this argument|about it.

Five minutes later, I don't even know|what I'm yelling about.

You wearing a bra today?

- What?|- Is Cynthia there?

We're talking up here.

- Did you get the sugar?|- I got it.

Thank you and f*** you.

Oh, sh*t.

We had an accident.|Cynthia spilled the tea.

Hold on. Hold on.|Let me get the Dustbuster.

Come here, look out.|Watch out.

You get out of the way.

Wait. You have a little sugar on you.|Let me tidy you up.

- Get that off of me.|- Let me see your tits.

I won't let you look at my tits.|Joyce is downstairs.

- I'm not gonna say nothing.|- Well, I am. She's my best friend.

lsn't that what best friends are for?

Jesus Christ. I gotta go.

All right. Let me get the door.

Open the door.

Show me your titties.

Open the door.

What are you gonna do? Scream?

Wait. I'll do it for you.|Help, Joyce.

Jimmy wants me to show him my titties,|but I don't want to.

- I got customers.|- F*** them. Let me see your tits.

- Why are you always doing this?|- Because you're so beautiful.

You smell so good. You look good.

I gotta get out.|Get your f***ing hand out of there.

Jimmy, don't do this to me!

- What the f*** is the matter with you?|- You f***ing mooch. F*** you!

Go ahead. Run down there and tell|them what I did. I hope you do.

I don't wanna see either|of your faces up here again...

or I will not be held responsible|for what I do.

I didn't think that she'd do it.

But James would be dead|if you didn't stop it.

I thought if I hadn't stopped it,|that she would have.

lt was a sick game.

What did she say about the sugar?

She said, "You dropped the sugar?"

I said, "Of course,|what'd you expect?"

And she said, "You see?"

Meaning?

Meaning, "We could've got rid of him|and you didn't".

Did you hear what you just said?|You said "we".

- "We could've got rid of him".|- I didn't.

- You did.|- No, I didn't.

Yes. I could play it back for you.

Well, so? That doesn't mean anything.

Everything means something.

lt doesn't mean what you're saying.

What you want.

All I want is what you have|to give me. That's all I want.

When you left the shop...

what arrangements were made?

- I don't wanna go.|- You sure?

You can. I can get a sitter|or my mother.

Don't put your fire engine on Daddy's|work. I'll tell Santa not to come.

Come on.|Let's go watch Fraggles.

Daddy will let you stay up|a little later.

Don't threaten her, Arthur.|She'll resent you.

She resents her mother going out|and leaving her alone.

Don't put your feelings on her.|If you wanna come, you can.

I'm up to my neck in work.|I gotta get a new pitch ready.

- I've gotta get out.|- You was going to go over it with me.

I'd be very happy to go over it|with you tomorrow.

I don't know why you|associate with them.

Let's not insult each other's friends.

He hangs out in the playground.

Your friends talk about who|bought this, who bought that.

They turn around|and screw you in a minute.

There's a Hungry Man in the freezer.

The bottle's in the fridge.|Heat it up if he wants it.

And would you take out the dog?

- Watch your little brother.|- If he starts drinking...

take a cab home.|- He's not going. Bye, sweetie.

Get your little brother.|He's going up the stairs.

This is gonna be great.

Guess who?

Cynthia, what's up? Looking good.

What are you doing here?

We're partying, baby.|Joycie, turn the radio on.

- You broke it.|- I didn't break the radio.

I was showing you it wasn't fixed.|I'll just have to sing.

Everybody was kung fu fighting

It was a little bit frightening

Those kids have expert timing

So James actually did go with you?

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