Telling the Story of Us Page #4
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- 1999
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Nobody said it'd be easy.
Like the Andrews Sisters.
After "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy" ...
...before "Don't Sit
Under the Apple Tree."
Big career slump there.
Like the Andrews Sisters before
"Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree."
The Andrews Sisters?
They didn't stop
because of a few flops.
They hung in there.
The rest is history.
Don't sit under the apple tree
Why are you bringing up
the Andrews Sisters now?
-You're singing!
-It's an example.
They're in trouble,
and you're singing?
Dot, put out once in a while.
Your face won't be so tight.
Slut.
I don't know what their career slump
has to do with our marital problems.
What should we do?
Make matters worse by dwelling
on every little thing all our lives?
Is that what you think I do?
-You're a child.
-I just dwell on everything?
You're a 72-year-old infant!
There are real problems that we
haven't even begun to deal with.
Don't you think I know that?
What happened to you?
What happened to that fun girl
with the pith helmet?
You don't think I ask myself
that every day?
You beat her out of me!
There's no room here for her!
You think it's all fun and games.
So it's my fault you hang on
to every little thing!
It's my fault you can't
let go of anything!
It's my fault you turned
into your mother?!
F*** you!
-I still think that there's a chance--
-Ben, you love who we were.
You couldn't possibly love
what we've become.
at dinner tonight.
We can't stay together
just because we...
...get a glimpse of "us"
every once in a while.
It was less than 1 5 minutes ago.
All we proved is, if we're apart
for weeks at a time...
...we might get through a dinner.
That's not a marriage.
It's over.
A book about your grandmother?
Yeah. She was an extraordinary woman.
I'm sure she was.
Did she f*** a President?
No. Did she discover uranium?
A cure for cancer?
Nothing like that?
Why would anybody wanna read
a book about her?
She was 4'9" . She emigrated
from Europe as a little girl.
She worked in a sweatshop making
buttonholes 14 hours a day and yet...
...raised five kids and stayed married
to the same man for 57 years.
Dave, this will be the greatest
love story ever told.
Let me explain something to you.
Not as your agent.
This is as a friend.
Come here.
You see all these people?
They're getting into buildings.
They're driving cars.
They're crossing the street.
They're walking around.
Every single one of these people...
...is going to die someday...
...and they all know it.
Which is why...
...they regard the time they have
on this planet as precious.
There are things that take up
that time...
...even if they don't enjoy it.
They have to go to work.
They have to get dressed,
wait in lines...
...clean yards, get batteries.
They visit the eye doctor.
They're doing all these things.
Now, add that to the time they spend
sleeping and eating...
...and washing up and voting...
...and buying gifts for people
they don't like, and you see...
...why they're so choosy about
how they spend their leisure time.
You can understand why
unless she went down on somebody...
...really interesting, they won't
waste their valuable time...
...reading a book about
your f***ing grandmother!
So if I read you right,
you don't like the idea.
It's not that.
You know, I find the Ariana
much more fragrant than the Raphaela.
I'll keep that in mind.
-How you doing?
-Fine.
I never got a chance to thank you
for holding the camp bus.
Anytime you need a bus held,
I am your guy.
-Erin's teeth are looking good.
-Thanks to you.
I hope she remembers to wear
her retainer.
You know how kids are at camp.
The minute my Kevin gets off that bus,
it's "Goodbye, biteplate."
Is that for you?
When Deirdre and I divorced,
I decided to learn how to cook.
The Wok-y World of Thai Cooking?
I'm branching out.
I'm taking a Thai cooking course
this summer.
Really? I've always been interested
in Asian cooking.
Really?
Why don't you join me?
When I think about it...
...over the years there were
less and less moments...
...in the course of the day...
...when Ben and I actually made
real eye contact.
You are not gonna believe
what happened.
-What?
-He's almost asleep.
Maybe it was the stuff of life.
Who's taking Erin to school?
Who will pick up Josh
from his clarinet lessons?
After a while, there was
a disturbing comfort...
...in not having to deal
with each other...
...because somehow you just
get used to the disconnection.
Even at night, when we could finally
come together, we faced forward.
Yeah, we were tired,
but I think we were afraid...
...that if we faced each other,
there'd be nothing there.
We're learning Mee Krob next week.
Mee Krob.
I'll let you know.
I'll call you. Oh, you call me.
When we drove to the camp
for Parents' Weekend...
...I was scared to face the kids.
You'd talk about it with a best friend.
But Katie had been my best friend.
Now I didn't know what we were,
except Josh and Erin's parents.
What?
Nothing.
--is nothing?
This is not going to be easy.
The kids do not need to be burdened
with our problems.
They have half a summer left.
Like my plan was to burden
the kids with our problems.
Jesus Christ, will you give me
some f***ing credit?
I missed you.
I missed you so much.
I missed you both so much.
Dad, pull yourself together.
Dad, get off of me!
You guys both look terrific!
Show us your bunks.
Did you get your favorite room?
The Acorn Cabin?
Yeah, we did.
We got the Acorn Cabin.
God, I hate lying to them.
Me too. We're not even good at it.
Even if we were good at it,
they'd still know.
What is that?
What's what?
-The thing you just put in your mouth.
-It's my biteplate.
-Biteplate?
-Yeah. It's my biteplate.
-Why do you have a biteplate?
-For my bite.
What's wrong with your bite?
It's askew.
Askew?
Yes, it's askew.
So this would be an attempt
to de-skew it?
You order room service?
-What's the matter?
-Nothing. I'm okay.
Honey, are you okay?
I'm okay. I'm fine.
I couldn't sleep, so
I just wanted to sleep
with you guys.
It's okay. I'll call the camp
and let them know you're here.
Why is the bed made up on the couch?
Daddy was doing a little reading,
and I didn't wanna wake Mommy up.
Sometimes you just can't
climb out of the abyss.
I thought of last summer,
when we still hoped...
...that if we put ourselves
in some idyllic setting...
...we'd somehow get rid
of all the tension...
...jump-start our marriage...
...and rediscover why we fell in love
in the first place.
So last year,
after Parents' Weekend...
...we thought maybe
in a trattoria in Venice...
...looking at a beautiful sunset,
next to a bottle of Chianti...
...we just might find a set
of jumper cables.
How you doing?
Two Italian ices, please.
Honey, you don't have to say Italian.
We're here. They know.
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