Shoot The Moon Page #2

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Mr. Dunlap.

- What's all this, Willard?

- A little glamour, George.

A little icing on the cake,

a little pizzazz, a little hype.

Books are show business, too,

and, well, we do have the winner here.

Yeah, well, don't count your chickens.

He hasn't won yet.

- This must be the Mrs.

- Yes.

- Scott Gruber, publicity.

- Faith Dunlap.

I love the belt.

- Oh.

- Yeah.

- Okay, now, listen, here is how it goes.

- Here's how what goes?

- Patience, George.

- I want you to turn around...

Can I call you George?

George, turn around.

I want you to go back

to the head of the carpet,

and I want you to do

that walk-in again, okay?

What are you talking about?

From the top, you're gonna love it, really.

- Just try it, George. Do what he says.

- It's so phony.

We're gonna do a good publicity thing...

- For God's sake, smile.

- I am. I'm smiling.

This is George Dunlap.

The Court Game. Willoughby House.

That's Dunlap. Dunlap with an "A".

- And you are?

- That's George Dunlap and friend.

No, no, I'm not his friend. No, I'm his wife.

- Sorry.

- That's all right.

- Oh, look at that.

- Look at that.

- How fat she is!

- That's not nice.

- Your friend Tilly.

- Looks like Mom.

- God, she looks like Mommy.

- I thought that was Mom.

I thought that was Mom, too.

She has the same haircut and everything.

I thought it was her for a second.

- Oh, you look so pretty tonight.

- Oh, thank you.

- You're excited, aren't you?

- Yes, I'm very excited.

Oh, every time George comes

to New York,

you know, all he can talk about

is you and the children.

Oh.

When am I gonna get

to see these wonderful children?

Well, actually, I have some pictures here.

No, no, don't bother, darling.

I can just imagine how fabulous they are.

- Yeah.

- When is non-fiction anyway?

Doesn't he look like one of those guys...

Yeah, on TV shows. Yeah.

Yeah. Like, Dad meets somebody from TV.

That's pretty neat.

Yeah. I wish he'd shut up

and get to the good awards.

I know. Yeah. Oh, look. Oh, look,

there's how they vote for the awards.

- See the guy get the award?

- Look, it's a pen. Yeah, he won.

- That's pretty neat how it's a pen.

- Yeah. Oh, yeah!

- Now get to the next one.

- Oh, here it is, here it is!

Be quiet! Be quiet, Molly. Here it is.

And now the moment

we've all been waiting for.

May I have the envelope, please?

Oh! Okay! He's up. Be quiet, quiet.

And the winner is...

And the winner is The Court Game.

George Dunlap!

Look! Look at him!

Wait! Oh, God, look at him.

- His necktie's all unstraightened.

- Yeah, it is.

Doesn't he look handsome?

- Oh, God, he's happy.

- Yeah, he is.

Daddy looks so nervous.

Oh, look at his face. So long.

Why doesn't he say something?

Talk, Daddy.

I never thought The Court Game

would be so good to me and my family.

If it wasn't for us,

he never would have gotten this far!

And I would also like

to share this award with my friend,

my helpmate,

that most thankless of occupations,

writer's wife.

I mean, my wife,

a lady so aptly named Faith.

- That's Mom!

- Mom! There she is!

Oh, look at Mom!

- That's Mom!

- Oh, doesn't my belt look great!

Oh, Jesus.

Look, they're kissing.

Look at them kissing.

My darling!

Why aren't you sleeping in your own bed?

Mommy hurt her back in the crowd

and I'm all pumped up. I can't sleep.

- I don't want to keep Mommy up.

- You've been fighting again.

Aren't you even gonna congratulate me?

Congratulations.

- Bye, Mom. Bye, Mom! Bye! Bye.

- See you later!

Okay, see you later! Hurry up! Hurry up!

- Bye.

- Bye-bye.

- Oh! My barrette! My hair!

- Forget it! Go on! Just run! Hurry up!

Hold on! Oh, God! Wait, wait! Wait!

Marianne's worm medicine!

Honey, make sure

she takes one after lunch.

Mom, she doesn't eat lunch.

She's on a diet.

What do you mean, a diet?

Well, then, give it to her teacher, honey!

- Bye!

- Bye!

Oh, God!

- What's the matter?

- What's the matter?

- I can't find my glasses. Christ!

- Well, where'd you leave them?

- I left them right here!

- You sure they're not on your desk?

I'm losing everything.

I can't find anything anymore.

Can't even find a goddamn pencil.

What do the kids do?

Use them for pick-up sticks?

And when I do finally rescue one,

it's chewed over like a piece of licorice,

it's got a point like a gumdrop!

What do the kids do

with my pencil points?

Stick them in their goddamn Jujubes?

Oh, George, please stop.

Stop what?

I can't find my goddamn glasses.

Where are my goddamn glasses?

How can I be expected to work

if I can't find my glasses?

Then don't work, George. Just don't work.

I'm late on a Sunday piece.

I've got the cover.

They're closed tomorrow.

Don't work, don't earn money.

- That way, we can all starve.

- Nobody's starving, George.

No orange juice.

Not even a goddamn glass of orange juice.

I've got the energy of a $2 whore

in the morning. You know why?

The goddamn kids drink

all the goddamn orange juice!

Well, we ran out and I meant

to get some on the way back last night.

What? At 2:
00 in the morning?

has been perfectly fine for you lately.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the night before last,

George.

I was in town. I was working.

You were with your lady friend.

- My what?

- Lady friend.

Lady friend. What kind of a word's that?

It's like "f***ing," only you don't

tell anyone about it! That's what it is!

Do you want to talk about it?

Don't you think we ought to talk about it?

I said,

"Don't you think

we ought to talk about it?"

No, George,

I don't think I wanna talk about it!

I think we ought to talk about it!

And I don't want to talk about it!

And I wanna talk about it!

- I'm leaving.

- Good.

- I'm packing my bag.

- It's already packed.

What?

It's on the chair upstairs.

I packed it last night.

Hi. Yeah.

Are you the service or are you Dr. Moore?

Oh, you're Dr. Moore's nurse.

Well, I'd like to make an appointment

for Jill Dunlap.

Oh, sh*t. No, not you.

Damn.

Yeah, she hurt her foot

in ballet class last week.

She's limping and she's getting worse.

No, I'm sorry. She doesn't even

get out of school till 3:30.

Piano lesson's at 4:15.

No, her sister. Yeah.

Oh, 4:
45. That's great.

Thank you so much. Bye.

Hey, I'm throwing it out!

Hey, you guys, I said I'm throwing it out!

Go on! Throw your sh*t out!

I'm warning you, guys!

You get down here and eat breakfast

or I'm gonna throw this stuff out!

I don't want any breakfast.

Oh, hi, Molly.

- You getting out of bed, Mom?

- I'm tired.

You're never tired. Why are you so tired?

You slept in yesterday.

- I lost my sock and boot, Mom.

- Yeah?

- Your sock's in the bathroom.

- Oh, here.

Here's your boot.

Win a three-day, two-night vacation

at the magnificent MGM Grand Hotel

in Reno...

All right,

you have a 4:
45 doctor's appointment.

And sit down.

We're gonna eat breakfast. It's ready.

I don't want any breakfast.

What do you mean

you don't want any breakfast?

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