Motherhood Page #6
AVERY:
Eliza?AVERY:
Eliza!What?
What the hell?
Why do you keep
hanging up on me, Eliza?
I'm not Eliza.
No, no, this is that woman who only
knows how to be banal, right?
What are you talking about?
If you don't even remember
writing that, Avery,
I'm not only leaving town,
I'm filing for divorce right now.
AVERY:
Leaving town?Where are you?
ELIZA:
I just turned --I'm on -- I'm on --
You're breaking --
You're breaking up.
Oh, God! Sh*t!
I can't hear you.
You're breaking --
There's a cop, Avery!
I don't want a ticket!
We can't afford another ticket!
AVERY:
Okay, I know, I know,
Look, Eliza, you can't leave town.
Too late.
AVERY:
Why are you so upset?
You told me
to be honest about that thing.
Well, there's honest,
and then there's debilitating, Avery.
And apparently
you don't know the difference.
Maybe I don't know the difference.
I mean, just ask Sheila.
Her opinion of me is not much better
than yours at this point.
What does Sheila
have to do with this?
Don't even ask.
I have to steer.
AVERY:
You know, you usedto like it when I was tough on you,
You wanted me to do that.
ELIZA:
Well, somehow "tough" gota whole lot less appealing today,,,
...when I had to run around
absorbing an entire's city worth
of random hostility.
Well, it's not like you don't
radiate your own.
The point is,
I had something to write.
Something important to me,
if not to you.
AVERY:
Yeah?So why did you go shopping
with your friends?
Because it was the last day
of the sample sale!
And I got a 380-dollar dress
for 40 dollars!
That's why, Avery!
Maybe I should just give it all up
and wear mom jeans.
What the hell are mom jeans?
It's not like you'd notice, anyway.
You wanna know
one of the few benefits of 9/11?
Excellent cell phone reception
in the tunnels.
AVERY:
Okay, Eliza?Just stop, okay?
And listen to me.
This isn't funny, really.
she gets home and you're not there?
ELIZA:
What does she care?She's got her goody bags
full of plastic crap
I bought against my better judgment.
She's got her cake
with the misspelled name,,,
...which I corrected myself.
She's got her purple cups
and plastic forks.
What does she need me for?
Are you serious?
I'm not only serious, I'm in Jersey.
You're in wh--?
Hold on, wait.
-AVERY:
Whoa, whoa, whoa!-What?
-AVERY:
Oh, my God!-What?
I think he swallowed something.
-Hey, hey!
-ELIZA:
Swallowed what?Avery! Avery, what did he swallow?
I think he's choking!
Avery, don't push your finger
in his throat!
You can stick it down further!
Yeah, right! Well, what do I do?
Yeah, well, we took that class
together, don't you remember?
No, no, I don't remember.
What do l--?
You have to stay calm.
Avery, please, please, just --
Put him over your knee,
AVERY:
I can't get himout of the stroller.
ELIZA:
Put him over your kneeand hit him three times on his back!
What do I do now?
I got him on my knee.
Hit him firmly on the back
three times!
Okay, hold on.
Oh, God! Come on!
Just spit it out, all right?
Avery! I can't hear you!
Come on! Come on, Lucas!
Spit it out, spit it out!
ELIZA:
Avery?What are you doing?
Avery?
Sh*t! Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!
Oh, Lucas! Lucas, I'm coming!
Oh, my God! Lucas!
Oh, my God!
ELIZA:
I'm coming!Yeah, it's fine. It came out.
AVERY:
It's fine,it was just a lollipop in --
It's all right,
What could possibly possess you
to give a toddler
Don't lecture me, Eliza.
I could just as easily lecture you.
Really? For what?
For doing all the idiotic errands?
For listening to mothers in the park
who need to be medicated?
While you get to go to work
with real adults
and have normal
adult conversation.
Oh, yeah, like having Morris
ream me out
because I had to leave work
to take care of Lucas?
You mean those kind of normal,
adult conversations?
You got an envelope at home today,
by the way.
Some messenger guy delivered it.
Oh, yeah, right.
He --
He helped me
carry my bags upstairs,
and so I let him
come in for a while.
You what?
I let him come in,
and he blew up balloons.
You let a messenger
come into our apartment
and decorate
for our daughter's birthday?
His name was Mikesh,
and he was just being nice.
He looked at me
like I was a person
who might still have something
worthwhile to say.
I always tell you that you have
something worthwhile to say.
You --
You need a stranger
to tell you that?
Was he good-looking or....?
He looked at me like I might still
How could you not know
Were you attracted to him?
Were you?
It's just that you never look
at me that way anymore, Avery.
Do you look at me that way?
No, not really. Not enough.
But I still love you, Avery.
I really love you, but --
But what?
It's just that
every day from the second I wake up
till the second I pass out cold,
my day, like the day of almost
is made up of a series of concrete,
specific actions.
And they're actions that kind of
wear away at passion,
if you know what I mean.
The actions
or folding underwear.
But they accumulate
in this really debilitating way
that diminishes my ability to focus
Bigger things like, you know,
ideas or...
...politics or dreams
of a better life.
Well, what would be a better life?
It wasn't always my ambition
to supervise a team
of fatuous liberal arts graduates
and edit their copy about traveling
to places that we can't afford
to visit.
When we had Clara,
I got a job with healthcare
and a little bit of flexibility.
It was a decision that we made.
We made the decision together.
So I got a job that I can tolerate.
No more, no less.
You're not the only one
who's made sacrifices, Eliza.
Well, that still doesn't explain
why you can't pick up your socks.
What do my socks
have to do with it?
Your socks have everything
to do with it!
Eliza, all I wanted you
to do in that piece
was to stop hiding behind irony
because it comes so easily to you.
I want to know
what you really think.
I want to know
what you really feel.
What makes you want to live
a life with passion,
no matter how many socks
you have to pick up.
What about that?
[ Children laughing and playing ]
[ Elizabeth Mitchell's "Jubilee"
plays ]
AVERY:
Come on, Coupon.
Come on, get out.
Oh....
Does Coupon have to be out here?
Ah, no, but Bodhi
just tripped over him.
Oh, is that Bodhi crying?
Yeah, it is.
Is Lily crying back in his face?
Unfortunately, yes.
Oh....
Did Sheila come back?
Not yet.
Don't worry.
You were right, you know?
Unbelievable.
About what?
About this.
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