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Riding in Cars with Boys Page #5
The most important day of my life?
Yeah.
Bev, I'm sorry.
No, not sorry.
Where were you?
- I was, I was at...
- No. Where were you?
- I had...
- No.
Where were you?
- Say something.
- You can't hide behind Jason.
- Yes, he can.
- I am invisible.
- Help me out, boy.
- Hiding behind Jason won't work.
Answer me.
I forgot.
You forgot?
You forgot?
You forgot?!
Haven't you had a dream?
- Yeah.
- Shut up, Lizzard!
I woke up this morning,
truly believing...
...that by this afternoon,
my life would be different.
Not only because it was my dream,
And now look at me.
It's 4:
00 in the afternoon,and I'm just another housewife...
...yelling at her husband
in f ront of the neighbors.
Yeah, that's me!
Wonderf ul!
Thank you, Ray!
You look smart, Mom.
You do.
You look really smart.
Come on, Bev.
it'll work out.
No, it won't.
And I'll adjust.
Should I have left?
I can't do anything right!
/t's family legend
and a huge deal in her book...
...the day she didn't get
her scholarship.
To me it's not about Ray's mistake.
/t's about how my mere presence...
...forever crushed
all my mother's dreams.
Is this a comfortable silence for you?
Yes.
Are we gonna do this all day?
You not telling me what's wrong.
Okay, I'll tell you.
But promise not to go crazy.
I won't go crazy.
I think I should transfer schools.
Instead of NYU,
I think Indiana might be nice.
- No.
- Let me finish! I've...
I don't want to hear it.
The answer is no.
Two years and you're finished.
You'll be a college graduate.
You'll have the life I dreamed of.
Vic, these are for Mimi.
Hi, Bev.
We'd like 17 delux e
Delite burgers, please.
No, make that twenty Delite f ries.
And 20 Delite cones.
Eleven dollars.
Twenty f ries.
Looks like Bev finally found
a job that suits her.
They're ready.
Ready? Here you go.
Hit it right there.
Hit the chief.
Right here.
Please, thank you.
No yelling.
And smile, okay?
Even if she is a real b*tch.
Mrs. Forrester.
Nice to see you.
Is Fay home?
I swear, I haven't smiled in a month.
Your mom taking the kids
to the movies is great.
Shut the door.
Play nice, kids.
- What are these?
- Ray gave me two of them.
What are they?
I don't want to see my skull.
to take them with him.
He says they're great to take
with someone you love and trust.
- Fay?
- Yeah.
- Do you love Amelia?
- Oh, man, don't get heavy on me now.
It's a real question.
- We didn't pick this.
- Romance took a strange turn for us.
- Yeah, we got knocked up.
I want to thank your mom.
Mrs. Forrester...
I'd love to forgive each other for
whatever keeps us f rom being close.
You've probably said
call you 'ice crotch.'
- Amelia.
- I'm taking Amelia to the movies.
- What about Jason?
I wouldn't want her to leave
without him. Let's go.
Bye, sweetie.
- It just fell out of my mouth.
- I want to stay here with you.
I'm having a hard time with you here,
and I need to talk to Fay.
- Go.
- I don't have anything to do.
Well, use your imagination!
Go.
So?
So? What was the question?
Do you love Amelia?
Yes, I love her.
And you love Jason.
- Right?
- Yeah, I love him, but...
You love him but what?
I don't know if I really love him
or I have to love him.
And it scares me to death.
Good people don't think this way.
- What's wrong with me?
- Bev?
Take my word on this.
You really do love him.
Sometimes we love people so much,
we have to be numb to it.
If we actually felt how much,
it would kill us.
That doesn't make you a bad person.
It means your heart's too big.
Good way to look at it.
Mom, help!
Stay calm, stay calm.
Don't panic.
- Get over here.
- Got him?
Don't pull him out yet.
He'll f reeze.
- I'm sorry.
- I'll get towels.
This shouldn't have happened.
From now on, I'll be more attentive.
- Do you know what that means?
- No.
Responsible.
You know what responsible means?
No.
I should have read to you more!
No! Come here!
I'm so sorry!
- I'm a terrible mother.
- Yeah.
Scoot.
Jason.
I love you.
Okay?
They're playing kickball.
Go play with them.
Adults inside, kids outside.
That's $20! You know how
much you can buy with that?
My parents always
bought stuff I hated.
The card is the real present.
I got carried away,
but it's a plan for your life.
Here, I'll read it to you.
- 'Dearest Jason... '
- Mom?
We'll catch up later.
Are you ready to go have f un?
Okay, good.
Go have f un.
Everybody, come in.
Hi, Amelia.
Davy, I got your stuff.
Get it later.
- The card was the present?
- It's a plan for my life.
- She's crazy!
- You guys be caref ul.
What?
Minimum wage is what,
one-sixty an hour?
I'll pay $160,
just to use your oven.
I don't think my parents will let you
use their oven to dry weed.
- Oh, Bev.
- I made it for him.
You did a great job.
You stayed up all night?
It looks delicious.
You hog!
Get me another beer.
- I'm way ahead of you.
- Make it two.
Bev?
Don't tell me you don't remember me.
Braces, short curly hair, pimples.
Tommy?
Wow.
- So I graduated f rom Berkeley.
- Berkeley?
Spent the year driving around,
seeing everything.
In a few days I'm heading back
to California to get my master's.
But I wanted to see you first.
- You wanted to see me?
- Yeah.
Just to say hi.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Bev! Hey, Bev!
- Ex cuse me.
- Tina!
- Bev.
You actually came!
- I'm so glad.
- Of course I came.
- This is f rom Joey.
- Joey.
Joe got you something?
Thanks, Joe.
- That's outside. Outside toy.
- Stop.
- Come in and say hi.
- I can't. Kevin's waiting by the car.
This is fiberglass.
I just came to say goodbye.
- What do you mean?
- Kevin and I are engaged.
- You're pregnant.
- No.
Kevin's been in school in New York.
He can't stand being away f rom me.
I wanted to tell you before
you heard it. I'm going to college.
Kevin's father got me into
that real good college in New York.
- NYU?
- Yeah.
- You're going to NYU?
- Yeah.
Holy sh*t. It's Jackie O.
Come here!
Fay, the divorce!
This is the only thing
my father ever gave me.
It's supposed to be lucky,
but it wasn't for him.
And it hasn't been for me.
Maybe it'll be lucky for you.
Maybe it's stupid.
I couldn't wrap it.
They're not stupid. They're great!
I love your guts, Dad!
I love your guts too, buddy.
Bye! I love you guys!
I'll call, okay? I swear!
- Bye, girls!
- Bye!
Come visit me in New York, okay?
Hey.
Sorry.
Did I scare you?
No.
What are you doing here?
I wanted to see if you were okay.
You okay?
Wanna go for a walk?
- Good. Come on.
Tell me what you're thinking
right now.
I'm 22 years old.
That's almost 30.
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