Mothers and Daughters Page #6

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girl from prep school?

I mean, ever since you

have been back in touch

with her, you have been just

completely off your path.

You mean, your path?

I have never, never

seen you so ungrateful.

Are you on something?

I'll bet that

she is on drugs.

You know, she always

seemed like a stoner to me.

Layla...

What is going on with you?

You know what, if you

must know, she called me

because she

needed a friend.

A real friend.

And you're right.

She is on drugs.

She smokes a joint twice a

day so that she can keep

one morsel of food down

since she's been shooting

chemo drugs for

her leukemia.

[scoffs]

Are we done, mother?

I don't wanna be

late for work.

Just, just...

Just wait.

I can't.

I have to go.

[scoffs]

If Kevin knew I was

discussing, he doesn't

know that I'm

talking to you.

Okay, sweetie.

Well how much money

do you need this time?

This time?

You know, god, this

is why we don't talk.

It's because all you

wanna do is judge.

No, no.

I wanna try to help you and

your father would want--

You can't tell dad!

Alright.

God, why would

you even do that?

Okay. I understand.

I won't.

You know, this is not

like the last time.

This is not a loan.

Okay.

This is an investment.

I get it. Fine.

You will get every

cent back and more.

You know, you and dad invest

in stocks all the time.

This is exactly like that.

Okay, it's exactly like...

So when do you need...

When do we need to um,

arrange the investment?

I get it.

I see what's going on now.

What?

What are you

talking about?

-God, I am such an idiot.

-What?

You're only doing this so that

you can get control again.

No, sweetheart.

I-I-I...

We want you back

in our lives.

I miss you so much.

You can't buy me.

Okay, it's a

business investment.

I get it.

I respect it.

Kevin and his brother are

getting into designer cakes.

Oh, really.

Cakes?

Kevin and cakes.

No, if you're gonna

undermine this, forget it.

No, no, no, no, no!

Please.

You know, I can't do this.

I can't do it.

I can't do it.

Well, it's up to you.

No, it's up to

you actually.

It's up to you.

I haven't seen you, my

child, for two years.

And now if I don't say

everything just exactly

right in some kinda

predetermined phrases then

you're going to hang up on me?

That isn't fair.

It is not fair.

Whatever I've done.

I didn't raise

you to be a bully.

God, what is your problem?

What is my problem?

Seriously, you

ask me that?

Don't you realize, life is

short and I love you and I

have not seen you

for two years.

And that's all my fault.

No, probably

it is my fault.

You know...

When you were born and I

saw you, I didn't know

that I could ever need

anything that badly, that

I could ever love

anything that much.

Just...

-My life just stopped.

-Mom.

I mean, when I held you

for the first time, I

didn't know if it was for

five minutes or five hours

or five weeks.

I mean, time just stopped.

-Mom.

-In a good way.

In a good way.

And I know I was

overbearing...

No, mom.

Yeah. I mean, it was just,

you were so perfect and I was

so proud of myself

for making you.

You weren't overbearing.

There was just so much--

Pressure?

Attention.

And it was just relentless

and overwhelming.

I just never

felt worth it.

Oh, sweetie.

My ninth birthday, I don't know

if you remember that party...

There were sixteen kids

and Mr. Marquee on the

front lawn, two peanut

allergies, and I think

there was some conjurer...

Right, uh well, when I

blew out my candles...

Two red, three

blue, four white.

Okay, rain man.

When I...

When I blew out

my candles...

I wished to be good.

And I know that my grown

up brain now says good

enough, but I will

never forget that.

You know, I wanna be good.

And it never came true.

But you were.

You were over

and over for me.

I mean, you

were my miracle.

You were my miracle and if

miracles are good, then

you were good.

You were good.

How much do you need?

32,000.

Wow, really?

For cakes? That's...

What are they,

designer ingredients?

You know, it's uh...

storefront, delivery

truck, mixers, and ovens.

It actually is a very

thorough business plan.

Yeah, yeah.

Um...

And this is really...

This is what you wanna do?

Sure.

No.

Of course not.

I want to go

back to college.

I want to teach

art history.

Well, then let's

do that then.

Let's do that.

It's easier

said than done.

No, I bet you could get

enrolled in the fall.

It's not about logistics.

It's more a question of

childcare facilities.

Oh my god, really?

Oh, sweetie,

that's wonderful!

You're not a touch

disappointed.

No, why would I

be disappointed?

Oh, I don't know because I

never exactly accomplished

anything spectacular.

Producing a daughter

is spectacular.

Well we don't know yet

if it's a boy or--

It's a girl,

it's a girl.

-Oh, you know that for a fact.

-I do, I would bet a designer

cake business on it, yes.

Why do you think that?

Seriously.

Have you met your

grandmother?

Uh, yeah.

Is she not the sweetest

woman in the universe?

Absolutely, no

argument from me.

Well, I made her life

miserable for years.

-Really?

-Yup, yup.

-She never told me that.

-No.

[laughs]

That is actually

really funny.

I needed to have you to

teach me how to be a

daughter to my mother.

Oh, god.

It's definitely going

to be a girl, isn't it?

[laughs]

And she is going to

torture me, but I guess

it's no more than

I deserve, right?

It's no more

than you deserve.

Hey, I'm home.

Who are you talking to?

My mom.

[soft music]

Excuse me, is

someone sitting here?

Miss Gray.

Rigby.

Of course, Rigby.

You mind?

No.

Hi, Doctor Conrad.

What are you doing here?

Eating.

Right.

Why are patients always so

surprised when they see

their doctors in

the real world?

Eating and

grocery shopping.

I guess it spoils

the illusion.

You know, we don't wanna

see our super heroes forced

to endure the mundane.

Mm.

I'm really sorry about the

diatribe about the man,

sperm, woman thing

the other day.

I kinda rant when

I get nervous.

Eh, it's fine.

How's the pasta?

It's really good.

-Hi.

-Oh, hi.

What can I get you?

Hm, a glass of Chianti

and uh, seafood marinara.

Thanks.

Rigby, such a cool name.

It's my mom's maiden name.

Her dad never had any boys

so you know the story.

Hm.

Oh, I'm sorry, did you

want a glass of wine.

Um, I thought I

wasn't supposed to.

Oh, I thought you

were going to um...

No, I am, yes.

I am still, I just...

I just thought

maybe I shouldn't.

Probably a good idea.

Can I ask you a

personal question?

Hm.

Does your wife ever mind

you working so closely

with other women?

I look at the body

clinically for a living.

I mean, lips can be used for

talking as well as kissing.

The hands for working

as well as touching.

The female organs for giving

birth as well as conceiving.

I mean, the whole

body can be sexual.

It's all about

the context.

I don't think I'd be too

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