Stuck in Love Page #3

Let's go, Jason.

Let's get out of here.

Dude, I'm not going anywhere.

Let's go.

I'm not going anywhere.

That plan was genius, dude.

It was a joke.

It wasn't a f***ing joke.

It's not funny.

Get the f*** off me.

Hey, don't walk away from me.

Stop.

You're crazy.

Quit following me, Glen.

This is my house. I can go

wherever the f*** I want.

All right, big shot. Listen, I'm

leaving, all right, a**hole?

Get the f*** out of here.

Hey, a**hole.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Okay, come on.

Let me grab that.

Run, run!

I'm going to f***ing kill you.

Dude, dude, f*** yeah, man!

All right.

Later, man.

See you, buddy.

Later.

Hey, a**hole!

Boom!

I can't go home like this.

I'm a wreck. My knees are

all banged up and I'm high.

Yeah, we should probably

get some ice on those.

Can I stay at your house tonight?

Okay.

Hello?

Hi. Hi, it's me.

Hey, you okay?

Um, where are you?

I'm here.

I'm at home.

Oh, I've been ringing the bell.

I fell asleep.

Are you here?

All right, we need to put

our heads together.

Okay.

Bill, I can't sleep.

Okay, I'm driving around in my

pajamas in the middle of the night.

I'm like a crazy person.

I can't live like this anymore.

I can't either.

I've given her space.

I accept her hatred towards me as

some phase she's going through,

but this isn't a phase.

She has this amazing thing

going on with her life now

with this book being published,

and I can't share that with her.

She won't return my calls.

She won't return my emails.

She's-she's having

a book published.

She's busy.

Bullshit.

I can't get her to return my calls.

Bullshit.

She's petty and she's cruel.

Everyone's parents are divorced.

Big f***ing deal.

You get over it.

She fights with me, too.

We're not fighting.

That's the thing. I wish

I could fight with her.

Then I'd be an active

participant in her life.

She just abandoned me.

No, I don't think... She's abandoned you?

That seems horrible.

You are in a constant state

of denial about everything.

Bill, she acts like I don't exist.

I haven't spoken to her

in over a year

and you're not helping things.

Me? I haven't said one thing.

I... I... What did I...

You set a place for me

at Thanksgiving. Yeah.

So everytime she comes

home from school,

she sees you miserable

and moping

and she blames me.

I know she blames me.

I know she does.

I don't mope.

Oh, you mope.

You mope.

Say horrible things about me,

but don't try to win

her sympathy this way.

Hey, I made a promise to you

and I intend to keep it.

Oh, Jesus.

Bill...

That was a lifetime ago.

I release you from your promise.

Please... go on with your life.

Go get laid.

I get laid.

Great! You get laid? Mm-hmm.

Well, then, be happy.

I just want you to be happy.

I was happy with you.

You were the one

who wasn't happy.

Well, I'm happy now.

You don't look happy to me.

When? When you're sneaking

around our house at night?

I see you and Martin fighting.

Shut up, Bill.

Oh, hey.

Wait a minute.

Excuse me.

You know I...

I don't mean to be presumptuous,

but I wouldn't do that if I were you.

I mean, he sleeps

with a lot of girls.

You're practically guaranteed

to wake up with a rash.

Thanks for the tip.

I see you you getting

snared in his web.

You look like a nice girl and all, so.

I'm not a nice girl.

Well, in that case, I'm Louis.

Everyone calls me Lou.

Nice to meet you.

No? Okay.

Look, I don't want

to hurt your feelings,

but you're wasting your time.

What, talking is a waste of time?

We're not talking.

You're flirting with me.

And you're also cockblocking

your friend.

Huh?

Bon Jovi over there?

He's not my friend.

He's a dick, actually.

I'm just filling in on bass

for them tonight.

You're cute, Lou.

But you reek of romance

and good intentions.

I'm not looking for a nice guy.

I don't do boyfriends,

and I don't date.

All I heard was don't,

don't, don't, don't.

Well, don't keep people safe.

I'm going to go.

Okay, well, I'll see you in class.

Do we have a class together?

Advanced Fiction Writing.

I don't remember you.

Well, I remember you.

You have a book that's getting published.

Your dad must be thrilled.

You know an awful lot

about me, Lou.

We writers are an envious bunch, so...

What's his name?

His name is Pete.

Have fun.

I will.

Cool. You're awesome.

I didn't know you lived at the beach.

Shh-shh.

Keep your voice down.

I just don't want

to wake my dad up.

I'm going to go get

some ice for that.

There you go.

Thank you.

Sure.

Rusty?

Hey, Dad, what are you doing up?

Who's this?

Uh, Dad, this is Kate.

Kate, this is Dad.

Hi.

Hi.

What happened to your knees?

She fell. This a**hole pushed me.

Really?

Somebody pushed you?

Yeah, but it's okay,

because Rusty punched him.

Oh, good. Nobody should ever push

a girl and gel' away with it.

That's a good start, that ice.

We have some peroxide in here.

So, you are Kate.

Rusty's fold me a lot about you.

He has? Um...

We hardly know each other.

I just know he thinks

very highly of you.

Dad?

Sorry, sorry.

Are you staying the night?

Uh, yeah, if that's okay.

Okay. Your parents don't mind?

No.

All right. You take the bed

and she takes the couch...

Or the other way. You take the

couch and she takes the bed.

Whichever one.

Nice meeting you, Kate.

You, too.

Goodnight.

Sorry.

Your dad's nice.

Yeah, he's a good guy.

What does he do?

Uh... he's a writer.

Like a real one?

Yeah, he wrote a book

called Suit Monkeys.

Won some awards, had a bunch

of books published. Thanks.

Whoa, uh...

I didn't know you were going

to... I'll turn around.

Well, that's cool.

Is that what you want to do?

Uh, yeah.

I'm a writer, too.

So is my sister.

We write books

and stories and stuff.

Poetry?

Yeah.

Where's your sister?

She's, you know,

away at college.

Yeah, so I...

Wait, can you stay

with me a second?

Please?

Yeah, sure.

You can come closer.

I don't bite.

I have a question.

Yeah.

Was I the angel in the

poem you wrote?

Yeah.

I think you're going

to be very good for me.

Goodnight.

I love Christmas.

You strike me as one

of those people.

I am. I'm definitely

one of those people.

I love everything about it.

I love the lights,

the decorations,

how TBS plays A Christmas

Story 24 hours straight.

Presents under the tree

and the looks on my kids

faces when they open them.

Sitting by the fire with my

husband when they go to bed.

I get all depressed

during the holidays.

Yeah, well, you're divorced, Bill.

It's depressing.

Hey, can I give you

a little bit of advice?

Just from one f*** buddy

to another.

Mm-hmm.

You need to remarry.

Hmm.

Mm-hmm.

You're not getting any younger.

And if I were you, I'd be

on every dating website

signing up and just combing the

newspapers for personal ads.

I haven't been on a

date in 25 years.

Yeah, but what is that?

Listen, you're handsome,

you're successful.

You have a mild amount of celebrity,

which is really all a

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