Multiplicity Page #5

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- What? | - Nothing.

Go like this.

Can I just do something?

See what that does? It frames you | better. It gives you height.

Why don't you go relax | and let me finish cleaning up?

Why?

- Are you sure? | - I'm sure.

Freezer. Second shelf. | With all the other meat products.

Unless it's in a skin casing. | Then it goes lower... In the bin.

That was a great meal, honey.

- You cooked it. | - But you ate it.

Were you wearing that shirt earlier?

- This? Yes, sure. | - I'm losing it.

Dad, watch this.

- I'll show you "walking the dog". | - You just showed me before dinner.

I did? | That's right. I forgot.

You want to go get some ice cream?

Unless we already did.

- Doug, did you decide? | - Did I decide what?

What we talked about all evening. | You said you'd think about it.

I did. | I gave it a lot of thought.

What did you think?

Well, I gave it a lot of thought.

I think whatever you think is | probably the smartest thing to do.

Don't put this all on me. | They're your kids, too.

Can I say something? | Let's leave the kids out of this.

You want to go to Disney World | without the kids?

No. I don't want to do that. | That wouldn't be fair to the kids.

To go, just you and me, would be | stupid. When is it we're going?

- Christmas. I bought the tickets. | - Are you nuts?

- You told me to buy them. | - Not me.

- Not me. Not me. | - You're driving me crazy!

I call and you bite my head off. | At times you're as sweet as can be.

Then you're obsessed with details, | and now you don't even listen to me.

- What is going on with you? | - Nothing. Nothing's wrong with me.

You could have bipolar disorder | or multiple personalities.

Let's sail to Catalina.

- Drink wine and make love. | - Doug, you don't sail.

But I drink and make love. | The sailing... How hard can it be?

We can't just sail off to Catalina.

Let's be spontaneous! | We used to do stuff like this.

You're the one who wants to go | to Ecuador and throw harpoons.

- Doug, that's just talk. | - Let's do it. Why not?

Your job. My job. Jennifer's dance | recital. The Donaldsons' party.

- I'm not going to that. | - You said you were.

When you figure out what you want, | would you just let me know?

- Hello? | - In here, Doug.

Three?

- Can I talk to you for a second? | - Sure, Doug.

- What's up? | - I have to go away.

- It's a business trip. | - Business trip?

- I handle the business. | - He does. Steve.

Fine. it's not business. I need to | be alone and figure some things out.

You need to get centered. Good idea. | You deserve that.

- You have to be me night and day. | - What about rule number one?

Rule number one. Steve! | What's rule number one?

Rain Man, go floss yourself.

The rule stands. Remember when I had | a bronchial infection? You got it.

Cough. Tell her you don't want her | to catch it. Can you handle that?

- I have a sore throat and a fever. | - Do you want me to handle it?

- No. Thanks, though. | - I'm just trying to help out.

- Is he safe with that? | - We take the blade out.

We shave him while he's sleeping.

It's cute.

All right, I'm counting on you.

Hi. Walt.

- Where's your wife? | - She couldn't make it.

Don't you want to wait | until she can come?

- No. she'll come next time. | - All right. Come aboard.

Doug...

I'm sorry. I understand why you | wanted us to go away together.

It sounded romantic. But we don't | have to go away to make love.

- Are you all right? | - I'm coming down with something.

I've got a lot of phlegm, | and I'm burning up.

I think I have a fever. | We'd better not get close tonight.

- I'm not worried. | - I don't want you to get sick.

I just think... You know what? | Maybe if you'd not do that...

- Maybe I ought to sleep in the den. | - Just relax.

Hey, did you hear from your parents? | How are they?

I'm really feeling sick.

I'm going to make you feel better.

- You weren't that sick after all. | - No. I guess not.

That was so unusual. | I've never seen you cry like that.

That time when the souffle fell. | But besides that...

l guess I was just moved by it all.

- You know what I want now? | - No.

Graham crackers and chocolate milk.

- You want some? | - No, thanks. I've had plenty.

What have I done? | What have I done?

- Hey! Who ate all the bologna? | - Burglars.

- Did you eat everything? | - Count Chocula.

That's it. I'm starving. I'll sneak | in and get something to eat.

Doug, you startled me! | Change your mind?

Yes, I changed my mind. | I think.

Want some?

You taste good.

You taste pretty good yourself.

Remember when we used | to make love all over the house?

I remember.

Aren't you hungry? | Boy, I could go for one of these...

... canned hams.

Wait. I don't know if this is... | the worst idea in the world.

I don't think we should do this. | l have a really bad cough.

Of course it could clear up | in a second.

I want you.

I'm not so sure... Okay.

Grab that.

That was athletic. | Better than the Stair-Master.

I guess I got a little carried away. | Are you all right?

Shouldn't we go back upstairs?

- I guess. Here. | - Thanks.

Laura, I almost forgot. There are | some things I have to take care of.

- I'll be up in a minute. | - The kids.

I forgot to shut the windows | in the Volvo.

No problem. I'll get it.

Sorry about yelling!

Steve?

Oh, baby!

You're drenched. | I'm sorry. Come upstairs.

I don't know what I was thinking.

You're soaking. Come on | and get out of these wet clothes.

I'm sorry, I was so selfish.

Let me help you with those pants.

Again?

- My peepee. | - I see.

So much for rule number one.

A hell of a ride.

Maybe we'll get the onshore wind | tomorrow. That'll be easier.

You ought to sit up | or you'll start feeling ill again.

- I'm sorry I hurled on your dog. | - It's not the first time.

Some people really shouldn't sail.

Maybe not. I was pretty | miserable there for a while.

It wasn't just | the getting sick part.

When I was down there | with my head in the head...

My whole life actually | flashed before my eyes.

The funny part is... | I wasn't in it.

I've got to get back into my life.

I have no idea what the hell | you're talking about.

But good luck to you.

- 103. You're not going anywhere. | - You're not going anywhere, Steve.

- The building inspector's coming. | - You're too sick to go anywhere.

- Del King. | - Del? It's Doug.

- How are you doing? | - Not good. I can't make it today.

- Why don't you rip out my liver? | - You're being a little dramatic?

If we don't get inspected today, | that guy won't be back for a month.

I understand. But I'm really ill. | Can't someone else meet him?

Nobody knows this job like you do. | Get down here or you're fired!

Nice attitude. Del.

- He said... | - I heard him. I have to go.

- You can't go. | - I have to go.

- Maybe I'll lie down for a... | - Take care of him. I'm going.

Sorry, Steve, | that leg has to come off.

All right. | So these are the water pipes.

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