Nothing in Common Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1986
- 118 min
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- Wait. Can we talk a minute?
- No, we can't.
You told me you liked scuba-diving
and you raised seahorses as a kid.
- Yes, I did.
- And you like to... Oh!
Tell me, are you involved
with anybody?
Yes. No.
Well...
Does self-involved count?
No phone calls.
I left expressed orders
not to be disturbed.
You've reached David Basner.
I'm looking for new voice
for commercial voiceovers.
And you could be it if I
like this, your audition.
So leave your name and number.
Ready? Action.
It's Max.
Max Basner, your father.
Maybe you heard of me.
I thought you'd like to know
your mother left me today.
- What?
- Oh, you're there.
Yeah, I'm here.
What is this about Mom?
You got a girl there?
Anybody you know?
That's funny.
What is this about Mom?
I'm not talking English, huh?
Thirty-six years of marriage
and she walks out.
She took clothes.
She took pots, pans, the blender.
It's 12:
00 at night, and I'm alonewith a meatloaf wrapped in tinfoil.
Dad, I'm sure this is
a misunderstanding.
It's not a misunderstanding.
A misunderstanding, you take
a toothbrush, not the blender.
Well, look, I'm...
I'm in the middle of something.
Can I call you back?
Did your mom leave your dad?
I guess so.
People just can't seem
to relate anymore.
Bye-bye.
Hello, Mrs. Packanak.
How are the birds?
- Who is it?
- David.
You know where the key is.
Good morning.
You all right?
Never felt better.
So, what's going on?
I got a horse here
that cannot lose.
- Something burning or am I crazy?
- You're going crazy.
How do you like what your
mother did with the furniture?
Your mother's a thief.
She took the sofa,
the easy chair, the dining table.
I gotta eat off the card table.
I started to shuffle
the toast this morning.
What is this?
Oh. It's a steak.
You want a steak? I'll throw
on another one for myself.
I don't want a steak.
What's with you and Mom?
I can never find the ketchup.
Where does your mother
hide the ketchup?
I haven't lived
here in 10 years.
She kept the peanut butter
on the top shelf. Try there.
Oh.
Here it is.
Your mother hated me using ketchup.
She couldn't cook.
You know, the dog didn't die.
He committed suicide.
Now that's a piece of meat.
You had breakfast?
You want anything?
So...
Mom left?
Do you see anyone else here?
You gonna tell me about the situation
or are we gonna play 20 questions?
I told you on the phone.
She walked out, she left.
Do you know where she is?
Who cares?
I'm better off without her.
Hmm.
She was some bundle of fun,
that one.
My sides still hurt from laughing.
This isn't your problem.
I don't wanna waste your time.
Look, be fair.
I heard from you
three times this year.
"Merry Christmas,"
"Get me hockey tickets,"
and now
"Your mother has left me. "
I know you wanna leave.
You been here 10 minutes already.
What, you got a blond
on the other pillow?
A redhead with tight jeans
with the name across the ass?
When I was a kid we didn't
need any name, just an ass.
Go on, get out of here.
The whisper on the wind
As she slips through the door
The softness of her touch
Let her put in on
Cut, cut, cut.
What is going on here?
What's down here?
- Why are my glasses on the set?
- What's the matter?
Listen, honey,
it's "Jeu de paume. "
- It's not "Jeu de roller-derby. "
- What do you mean? He moved.
You're ripping this man's face off.
Let's take five.
Take a break, folks.
Seven minutes before lunch,
he takes a break.
You said yes to the Sony,
no to the drunk driving.
- Jane wants to see you.
- I'll be right back.
- Janey, talk to me.
- Lunch tomorrow is at Spiages.
The jacket-no-tie meeting's
pushed to 2:
30.- Donna call back yet?
- No, but I left three messages.
Someone claiming to
be your mother...
- Wait. My mother?
- She said she was.
I wouldn't know,
I didn't know you had parents.
Get her on the phone.
There's just an address.
Stop by after work.
After work?
I've got seven layouts.
- Okay, Rog?
- Yes?
- We can't break this long.
- Break's over.
Thank you.
Now start nodding.
The client sees me telling you that the
smoke is not gonna cover the product.
Find out exactly where this is.
I rented the upstairs apartment
from Lucille.
You remember Lucille, she was
our cleaning lady when you were 6.
Oh. My mind was so cluttered
when I was 6.
Say hello to Lucille, David.
- Oh, hello, David.
- Hi.
- So good seeing you.
- Nice to see you.
- Meet my husband, Arthur.
- How do you do?
Oh, yeah, I remember Lucille.
I just thought she
was a little taller.
After 36 years of being married,
you pretend the whole
thing didn't happen?
Is that it, Mom?
Is that what your father said?
I just walked out
all of a sudden?
No, he didn't say anything.
We just looked for ketchup.
Well, I'll tell you
what happened.
You have no idea what it was
I mean, there was
nobody to talk to.
He'd come home and there
was still nobody to talk to.
I'd check his club chair.
That's how I knew if he was home.
I didn't leave because of the yelling.
I left because of the silence.
It's okay. You don't have to
tell me the whole thing.
David, it took every ounce of courage
I could muster to walk out that door.
That's right.
Who is to say that amoebas
don't make noise?
The whole point of this acting exercise
is uninhibited body motion,
uninhibited speech, sound.
Open it up.
Open it up.
Michael over here is making
very, very good amoeba noises.
- Zachary, Nancy, what are you doing?
- Making baby amoebas.
You wouldn't know how.
I would prefer asexual reproduction,
if you don't mind. Thank you.
Is this a required class,
Amoebas 101?
David.
Professor Donna Martin.
Fancy seeing you here,
or anywhere.
Whoo!
Open it up.
Open it up.
Use your vocal capacity.
Did I forget something?
You promised you were going to
come to my play, David. Remember?
Why don't you just admit to me
that you hate experimental theater?
- No, that's not true.
- You do, David.
I was doing an experiment to
see if I could enjoy it without
- actually being in the theater.
- Actually being in the theater.
I'm sorry.
No foreign amoebas, please.
Better.
Are we working you
too hard, Bubba?
- All right, take five.
- I gotta go to the bathroom.
There's a lot I'd like to
get through this hour.
Let's make this only a
15-minute "take five. "
Good work. Very nice.
Good amoeba-ing.
Nice.
Very good.
Oh, good book?
That's nice.
You were the best, Bubba. So far.
- Ms. Martin?
- Is he your boyfriend?
He's an old flame,
an old high-school flame.
Look closely, girls. This is what
you want to avoid later in life.
I don't know, David.
The problem is my parents
were divorced when I was 10.
The only advice my mom gave was
"Don't live in the same city. "
What crappy advice.
I can't get my parents to move.
I didn't mean that they should move.
I meant that...
You know what my
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