Peace, Love, & Misunderstanding Page #3

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I insist.

- Thank you.

- I hear Tara works at the

coffeehouse on Tinker Street.

Perhaps you will find

sufficient time and atmosphere

there, hmm?

What do you think, hmm?

# You're not the first to go #

# You're not the first

to make me want to say #

# I told you so #

# Now you're begging

my forgiveness #

# Like I'm the Lord above #

# You're not the first

to come back to my love #

- Jake, she's not here.

Why don't you go ask them

when she's working?

- Why'd you get so mad

at Cole the butcher?

- The answer's in the question.

- What does that mean?

- It means, he butchers animals

for a living.

So I have no patience

for anyone

who has no compassion for

anything outside of themselves.

- But you think he's hot,

right?

I mean, you want

to procreate with him?

- Right?

Don't you?

- You're so weird.

- I know.

- She was sitting

on my computer.

- You haven't told me yet

how Mark is.

- We're getting a divorce.

- Aw, what happened?

- Well, he just stopped...

I don't know,

and I just stopped caring.

- I'm sorry.

- Can we just leave

the chickens outside?

Okay?

Thanks.

Mom, it reeks of pot

in here!

Come on.

Get down.

Get off.

Get off the couch.

God.

Hmm.

Who is it?

- It's not for me!

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- You remember my daughter,

Diana.

- Like the goddess.

- It's Diane.

- Very nice to see you, Diane.

- And then Hendrix comes onstage

and starts to play,

and my water breaks.

- Oh, my God.

- It's like she was being

summoned from the womb

by Jimi's guitar.

- I hate this story.

- That is awesome.

- Uh-huh, but it wasn't until

he started playing her song

that Diana reared

her screaming head.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What was her song?

- Guess.

- Gypsy Woman.

- What do I look like?

- Voodoo Child.

- Oh, man.

I can see why you'd say that,

but no.

- I'm really disappointed,

Jude.

You're usually more intuitive.

- All right, all right.

Let me think.

No.

No, really?

- Oh.

- The Star-Spangled Banner?

- Yeah.

God.

- See, my Diana was always

destined for conservatism.

- Patriotism, and there's

nothing wrong with that.

- Hey, patriotism inspired

by Hendrix?

There's bound to be

some surprises.

- In truth, there is no record

of my being born at Woodstock.

- I don't need a record.

The truth is writ on my soul,

among other places.

- Mom, we don't need to hear

about your other places.

So, Jude, what do you do?

- Uh, what, a man can't live

on protest alone?

- He crafts furniture.

He's got really amazing stuff.

- Wow.

So you're a carpenter?

- That's very sweet.

Well, something like that,

yeah.

- Mmm.

Did you go to college?

Diana, don't interrogate him.

- I'm not.

- No, It's all right.

It's all right.

Um, I never was much

for school.

When I was young,

all I wanted to do

was play guitar and sing.

I just wanted to be a musician.

- Then you grew up.

- Diana!

- I'm...

- Jude's a fantastic songwriter.

- Oh.

- Your mother is very generous

with her superlatives.

- Well, she does have

a soft spot for musicians.

- I just couldn't do it.

I couldn't do the thing

where you say

this is mine

and this is yours.

I couldn't stand the thought

of seeing my kids

only three times a week.

Oh.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

When there's a death,

you get a funeral.

It's horrible, but you get

to wear a black dress,

and people bring you food

and...

- I do like a good casserole

now and again.

- But when a marriage dies,

you get endless debt,

paperwork,

and just a life

you don't even recognize.

- I don't mean to change

the subject on you or anything,

but this is perfect.

- I used to swim here.

When my mother had

these epic parties,

I would come down here

and swim at 2:
00 or 3:00

in the morning.

I couldn't take it anymore.

- You see there?

I knew there was some hippie

in you.

- Take it back,

or I'll sue you for slander.

- Why you always

got to fight with me?

- I'm a lawyer.

I have to keep my fists up.

Oh, um...

You know, I'm--

I think you misunderstood me.

- Yeah, no.

I didn't.

- Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

How is it?

- Ah, it's your turn.

- No.

Okay, don't look.

- All right.

- Oh, my God.

Okay, here I go.

I...

Oh, I forgot to let go

of my dress!

Yes, you did.

- It's amazing.

- Not bad.

Not bad at all.

- And then the Dead

came back

at the top

of the second set.

And out of nowhere,

it starts to pour.

People went wild,

screaming and

embracing the elements and...

And then Jerry...

I'll never forget it.

I saw Jerry.

He was looking over at me

with this twinkle

in his eye.

He didn't say anything.

It was just this...

Jerry look.

Before I know it, he launches

into Cold Rain and Snow.

People went crazy!

Their faces were covered

with this mystical alchemy

of tears and rain.

And then they go

into Box of Rain,

and then they segue into

Looks Like Rain.

I swear, I could have taken

Bobby right then and there.

Oh, my goodness.

- Well, I-I think

I'm gonna go read upstairs.

- Yeah, I'm kind of tired.

- Oh, honey!

- But it's your last evening.

Don't go.

It's--it's early.

Oh.

Have you ever seen

a grow room?

- Whoa.

Mom would freak

if she saw this.

- Yeah, well,

that's why we're gonna

practice discretion, right?

- Can you smoke it

like this?

- Oh, my God.

You're an idiot.

- No, you--you--

No, you let it dry,

until it looks like this.

- If I think my mouth's wet,

then why am I so thirsty?

- I've--I got some more

French fries in the freezer.

- French fries in the freezer.

- The Grateful Dead...

Joan Baez...

Anything reggae.

You're not serious.

- Oh, I'm absolutely serious.

- You don't listen

to any of them.

- The soundtrack of my youth.

- You know what I think?

I think you need new ears

to listen to old music.

All right, um...

# I pulled into Nazareth #

# I was feeling about

half past dead #

# I just need a place #

# Where I can lay my head #

You don't know the words?

- Oh, I know the words.

- This is beautiful.

- Yes, it is beautiful.

- It's so beautiful.

- Beautiful.

- Good night!

- Oh, my God.

It's your mother.

- Hide the food!

- No, hide the weed,

you idiot.

- It's raining.

- My little peacocks

are safe.

- Mom would have lost it.

That is so stoned.

- The important thing

is to be intelligent about it.

You know, it's okay to toke

a little hay from time to time.

You stay away

from the brown stuff.

That's what took down

Janis and Jimi.

Nothing with needles.

Nothing up the nose.

Jake, you hear me?

- Yeah.

- Oh, oh, I suppose

my little chicks

are getting ready

to fly the coop.

I thought we were peacocks.

- Mom, how would you feel

about us staying

a couple of days?

- Yay, yay!

- Would that be all right?

- Well, what about your job

at Fascist, Fascist,

and Fascist?

- Fascists vacation too.

- Mom, I'm cool to stay.

- Good.

- You can't just usurp our lives

like this.

I have stuff to do at home.

- Oh, it's just for a week.

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