The Break-Up Page #4

"The bathroom's a mess."|"Your belt doesn't match."

"Hey, Gary, you should|probably go work out."

Nothing I ever do|is ever good enough!

I just want to be left|the hell alone!

Really? Is that|what you want, Gary?

Is that what you want?|Yeah.

That's what you want?|Yeah.

Fine. Great.|Do whatever the hell you want.

You leave your socks|all over this house,|dress like a pig,

play your stupid-ass|video game.|I don't care, I'm done.

What?|I'm done!|I don't deserve this.

I really do not deserve this.|I deserve somebody|who gives a sh*t.

I'm not spending one more|second of this life|with some inconsiderate prick!

You're a prick!

(DOOR SLAMMING)

(DOOR SHUTS)

Addie, it just became|so clear tonight

how much he takes me|for granted.

What happened?|BROOKE:|Just the same old sh*t.

I asked him to do one thing|and he didn't do it.

Then he complained|that he had to do anything,

and I just felt like|I had no choice.

No, sweetie,|you did have a choice, okay?

And it sounds like you|made the right one.|You respected yourself.

But it's just not what I want.|I don't want to break up|with him.

I don't. I just want him|to say thank you. I want him|to want to do the dishes.

I just want him to want|to take me to the ballet.

I want him to get me|12 lemons! You know...

I just want him to care|enough about this relationship|to want to work on it.

Okay, you know what?|I'm putting on my shoes

and I'm gonna be there|in 15 minutes.|No, Ad. Don't.

Please, I really don't|want to see anybody.|I really don't.

But, look, I'm worried|about you, okay?

And I can hear you in there|banging around your dishes.

And I don't want you|getting out your Clorox|and your rubber gloves,

and taking this out|on the kitchen.|Look, look, look.

Okay. Tonight just...|It just got a little|out of hand,

and hopefully|he's just gonna realize

that he's got some changes|to make and he's gonna...

He's gonna come home|and apologize.

Okay?|That's what's gonna happen.

GARY:
I feel like, I don't...|You know, like, you dress|however you want to dress.

You know,|do whatever you want to do.

I'm done with|the relationship.|Whatever.

So, it's just kind of,|"You're done|with the relationship?"

Well, you're obviously|hurt about it.

She got to you. You're hurt.|I'm not.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.|She hurt you.

Will you look at me?|I'm not heartbroken.

I'm a little shocked.|I'm a little surprised.

Gary, you're devastated.|Now, what's the name|of the guy she's doing?

I'm gonna solve your problem.|What's his name?

What are you talking about?|Have you checked her e-mail?

I don't check e-mails.|I don't...

You can get a program|that records keystrokes.

It costs, like, 20 bucks.|Very easy to use. Okay?

You get a password, you check|her e-mail. You find out|everything about her.

That's how I found out|about the Puerto Rican

that Stacy was|running around with.|Okay.

You are reading|a little too much|into this situation.

There is no one she's|running around with, okay?

We had a fight|over the groceries|I brought home.

You're probably right.|She's probably not|sleeping with anybody.

No. Not what it's about.|Okay.

Maybe she's with|another guy, maybe not.|She's not.

I don't know.|I'm not Columbo. Okay?

But what we do know|is that she doesn't want|to be with you anymore.

I mean, I hate to be shitty|about it, and so cut and dry,|but let's face it.

She says she doesn't|want to be with you,|and I believe her.

Now, we gotta figure it out.|And you're gonna|need a place to go

and lick your wounds|while you get your head|right over this thing.

I don't need a place to go|and lick my wounds.

You're gonna stay with me.

I'm not gonna hear it.|Look it...

I'm not moving|out of the place.|Oh, you're not moving out.

No. I put money in the place.|I put half my money|in the place.

You're obviously not|the one calling the shots|in this case.

Yeah, but I own the place.

With her.|Yeah.

But it's not up to her|who gets to keep|the goddamn place.

If you find out|who she's sleeping with,|maybe we could leverage it.

I want you to listen to me.|You listen to me.

I'm gonna leave you a key.|I don't need a key.

Why?|'Cause she's gonna put...

She's gonna move out|of the place, Johnny.

Did she say|she was moving out?|She will.|She's gonna move out.

Oh, she's...|I'm gonna keep the place.

I'm not moving|out of the place.

I'll leave you a key.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR SHUTTING)

(TOOL WHIRRING)

Hey, how's it going?|LUPUS: I almost got it.

Yeah.|You know, I was thinking.

You know what you should do,

is you should find somebody|who looks like Brooke,

but even hotter and, you know,|bang the sh*t out of her.

What the hell's|wrong with you?|What?

Logs.|Just fix the damn engine.

I am fixing|the goddamn engine.|I need your tour logs.

I'm off the clock, okay?

Well, I cannot|file the quarterlies|until I have your log.

I'm going through|a little bit of a|life change here, Dennis.

I would really appreciate|a little bit of sensitivity,|please.

CHRISTOPHER:
I know they're|both French, but that has|nothing to do with it.

Because Manet was earlier|and... No. Monet and Manet|are very different things.

I'm sorry, I beg to differ.

Excuse me, sir, can I have her|call you back personally?

Yes. Okay, thank you.|Sorry. Brooke?

I am so sorry.|What?

Come here.

Oh, honey, your mom called|and told me everything.

Oh, Jesus.

Good morning, Marilyn.

Morning.|I'll go water the plants.

I understand|you had a long night.|Tell me everything.

BROOKE:
"Everything."|I couldn't possibly...

Then don't.|My time is pressing.

What I want is for you|to take the rest|of the day off.

Oh, no.|No, that's not necessary.

Who am I?

Marilyn Dean.|And where are we?

The Marilyn Dean Gallery.|And of whom is that portrait?

That is Marilyn Dean.|Yeah.

You know, your personal life|is your personal life.

But you look like sh*t.|And when you look like sh*t,

Marilyn Dean looks like sh*t,|and now it is my business.

And when it comes to my|business, I don't like|anything that's distracting.

So, I want you to take|the rest of the day off|to be sad

and then come back|to work tomorrow ready|to take care of business.

Got it?

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(ROCK MUSIC BLARING)

(POOL BALLS CLACKING)

Oh, hey, Brooke. How are you?

What the hell are you doing?

Well, my whole life,|I always wanted my own place|with my own pool table.

I finally got my own place,

but you would not allow me|to have a pool table.

I just kind of figured|I'd rectify that today.|And it does feel good.

I'm gonna go ahead|and put the four ball|in the corner pocket.

Nice.

I'm sorry, can I...|A little room for the|shooter, please?

It's hard to shoot|with someone standing...|Thank you.

(POOL BALLS CLACKING)

Wow.

Well, I guess he feels|threatened that you broke up|with him and he's acting out.

Okay, look, Brooke,|men are like children.|You know? And they...

(WHISPERING) Sweetie, it's a|figure of speech. It's Brooke.|And I love you so much.

And you're my man|and you know that.|You're amazing. I love you.

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