Mystic Pizza Page #4

Well, it's not, cos I don't have to

marry an a**hole. It's the '80s.

- Why would I marry an a**hole?

- Jo, come on.

You can't force me to do something

I'm not ready to do, Bill.

- Come on! I was joking.

- And until I am, if I ever am,

the answer is no.

- But it's just a joke.

- No!

Man!

A**hole.

There is no way in the world... He's sayin'

he brings in more than we do. No way.

Jojo, would you hurry up?

He's gonna see us.

- Hey, Bill! Get your dumb butt out here.

- Shut up. We shouldn't be doing this.

What has he got back here?

I mean, God, what a stink.

I told you he had a spare key.

Come on, let's go.

Wait, Kat. I can't drive. I'm too plastered.

There you go. This is so great.

This is just too great.

"Nympho," my ass.

Get a horse, you a**hole.

Hey, you guys. Where are we going?

- The country club.

- Yes!

- Come on. It's gonna be great.

- No, you guys. No.

- Why?

- Come on, live a little.

Kitty-cat Kat?

Sh*t.

We made it.

- Oh, boy.

- Can I have a smoke?

Yes.

Thanks.

- This is really the life, huh?

- Absolutely.

Hey, Dais? You wanna do the jitterbug?

Do I wanna do the jitterbug?! I lead.

Hold this for me, Kat.

Come on, you guys. Let's get goin'.

- Why?

- Cos it's boring.

It isn't boring, this is fun.

You gotta relax and enjoy yourself.

"Outta town."

Son of a b*tch!

I'm gonna kill him! I'm so stupid!

It's OK, Dais. Please?

- Gimme the keys.

- No, Dais, I'll drive.

Gimme the keys, Kat.

Gimme the goddamn key!

Kat... Daisy, you don't need the key.

What are you going to do with the car?

Jo, we gotta stop her.

- Daisy, no!

- Daisy, what are you doing?

- My car!

- It's beautiful.

- What are you doing?

- Greenwich, my ass!

Daisy, look.

Daisy, this is Serena Windsor, my sister.

Serena, this is Daisy Arujo.

Daisy.

Hi.

Hi.

How was I to know? You said

you were at your grandmother's.

My grandmother had a migraine. I called

you when I came back. You were out.

- I f***ed up.

- Yeah, but you gave it 100% effort.

- You're weird.

- I'm weird?

Think you can give us a lift?

- Bill.

- Hey.

I'm sorry for taking the truck.

I'm sorry for taking the truck.

That's OK. I'm sorry, too.

I took it off.

Guess what. My sister and her husband

are going to Marblehead for three days.

- Yeah?

- What do you mean, "yeah"?

Bill, we have the apartment

for three days and three nights.

- Yeah, well, I don't think so, Jo.

- What, are you crazy, Bill?

- Three whole nights.

- Yeah, I heard ya.

I don't want to.

Bill, I said I was sorry.

Your parents' place, my parents' place,

your sister's apartment,

the damn john at the pizza parlour.

What, Jake?

I'm tellin' ya, Jo, that I love you.

Doesn't that mean anything to you?

When people love each other,

they should make a commitment.

They should have a wedding, in a church,

with the blessings of God, for chrissakes!

Don't you get it, Jo?

I'm telling you that I love you.

And all you love is my dick.

Do you know how that makes me feel?

I...

I'm sorry.

Come on, let's go.

I'm finished, Jo. I can't do this anymore.

Let's go!

Hi, Manny.

Hi, how's it goin'?

What? What are you guys looking at?

You're three hours early.

- Yeah. So?

- Yeah, so you look kinda weird.

- What's up?

- Nothing. Nothing much.

You pregnant, Jojo?

Bite your tongue, Leona.

Somethin's goin' on.

It's just... It's just that

I broke up with Bill this morning.

- Oh, sh*t!

- No. It's no big deal. Really.

I mean, Bill and I haven't been

getting along at all, and...

I just couldn't do it anymore,

so I told him, and...

You know, he got real upset

and started to cry.

But I had to do it, you know?

Hey, it's OK. I mean, it had to happen.

I'm fine. In fact, I don't know,

I feel kinda good.

I mean, if you think about it,

Bill and I are so different.

Everything he wants, I don't.

The marriage, the kids, all that stuff.

I mean, I really want that stuff.

Real bad. I just don't want it now.

He doesn't understand.

If he really loved me, he'd wait.

But I guess if I really loved him,

I'd marry him.

Maybe I don't love Bill.

But I really do love Bill, though.

He really... He understands me so well.

No, no. You guys are right.

I don't need Bill.

I've got a lot of things going.

- Leona?

- What is it, honey?

One of these days you're gonna tell me

what you put in that pizza.

When you retire, right?

Absolutely. When I retire.

OK. So I could run this place, and...

I don't need Bill to do that.

And, Kat, you're not the only one

with brains. I could go to college.

I could take that course.

What is it? Economics.

OK. Thanks, you guys.

You guys are great.

You know, helping me out, supporting

me, telling me I made the right decision.

I think I have to go to the bathroom.

Men!

- Hi. I'm home.

- Hi. How's Mrs Farley today?

Oh, fine. She only called four times,

but it looks like we'll wrap it up on time.

- Hey, Phoebe.

- Hi.

Did you catch anything?

- She sure is in a good mood.

- She's excited about Mom coming home.

Yeah. Just a little while longer.

- What's she like?

- Who?

- Mrs Travers.

- Nikki?

- What do you wanna know?

- Where'd you meet her?

- At school.

- Yale?

Freshman year. It's funny to think

you have all that in front of you.

I look at the way you examine everything,

and I remember exactly how I felt

when I started Yale.

- How did you feel?

- Scared shitless.

But great. I mean, it was so exciting.

I felt like I was really gonna... live.

And you did, didn't you?

Yeah, sure. Here I am.

Aw, Kat. Stuff happens.

What can I say?

Hey, aren't they gonna kill you

at that pizza place?

No, they'll cover for me.

Hey, rascal. Come here.

Gotcha! And I'm gonna

squeeze you like a ball.

- Fly me.

- You wanna fly? OK.

Sh*t! Where the hell is Kat? She was

supposed to be here half an hour ago.

- Easy!

- Oh, yeah. She called.

They needed her baby-sitting.

She said you'd cover for her.

I'm supposed to have dinner with

Charlie's parents tonight. She knows that.

Sh*t!

- I'm gonna kill her.

- Take it easy. You're not missin' much.

My dad is not exactly a load of laughs.

- Your mom's gonna think I blew her off.

- My mother doesn't think. Don't worry.

- We'll do it another time.

- All right.

- I'll call ya.

- OK.

That's what you're drivin' these days?

Well, it smells a hell of a lot

better than the Porsche.

Right.

Hi, Dais.

Hey, I'm sorry I didn't show up.

I said I'm sorry. Why are you

being such a b*tch about it?

Right. I'm a b*tch and you're an angel,

no matter what.

Should have been stamped

on our birth certificates.

What the hell's the big deal?

You unload shifts on me.

Well, you knew I was supposed to meet

Charlie's parents tonight.

- Dais, I'm sorry. I forgot.

- Tim needed you, right?

Just what the hell do you two do

together? That's what I'd like to know.

- To you, it would sound stupid.

- It would sound pathetic.

Daddy boffing the baby-sitter is a really

old story. It happens all the time.

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