The Dinner Page #2

I could ever love another child.

I mean, not with everything

we went through with Michael, no.

Mm-mm.

I don't want to love another child.

I wish I had your clarity.

- Does that make me a horrible person?

- No.

It adds a lot of pressure,

you know.

I can handle it.

Pressure on Michael.

Can't be healthy for him.

Hey, oh. Hey.

Hey, buddy, what is it?

Shh, it's okay. You're safe here, all right?

No one's gonna harm you.

Rick! Michael!

Get down here.

- What did you guys do to Beau?

- Nothing, Mom.

Paul:
How am I racist?

You know, it's fascinating.

You do realize you're accusing a child

of playing the race card.

Exactly, it's just, it's...

I get it, but I don't have to like it.

- I'm not a racist.

- You don't know him.

Well, I'm not a racist.

At best, I'm--

Do you think we should have given

Michael a brother or sister?

Perfect-ish. Okay?

- And you can work on yourself.

- [laughs]

Who is the blind guy that said,

No, "wonderful," yeah.

- Oh, man, now I'm gonna be up all night.

- Google it.

- That's cheating.

- [chuckles]

It's got to be hard on Barb.

- A needy, self-centered, little sh*t.

- Well, he's hardly ever home.

I don't mean Stan.

I mean, Beau, the kid.

You know, running for public office.

Bullshit, Stan.

Elitist, self-serving,

just like mother raised him.

Stan is for Stanley.

I teach public school.

I give them money sometimes,

for, you know, whatever.

And I'm--I'm not racist.

My mother and Stan. Jesus.

Well, it was, um,

Like some trophy.

Right there on the staircase.

I was, like, 11 years old, and I...

I said, "Get a room, you two."

And she lost it. She just...

What was his name?

Press called him the "blind cowboy."

[exhales deeply]

Hey, stop.

Stop.

That was kind of outrageous

what you said to her.

It was worth it, though.

It got her attention.

Mm-hmm.

But you weren't really unconscious,

were you?

- Mm.

- Mm.

It was a beautiful moment.

Oh.

Thomas Gore.

The blind senator.

F*** Google.

F*** Google.

[chuckles softly]

[pop music playing]

Mr. Lohman. Are we okay?

Are we okay?

I don't know, Heinz.

I don't know.

Do you have kids?

- No, I don't.

- Why not?

I think it's more selfish to have kids

than to not have them.

Yeah.

- Right?

- Yeah. Sure.

We were duped into having kids

by our genes

- That's what I think.

- Kinda dark.

[sighs] You chose well, Heinz.

Who are the f***ers?

The... the kids?

People who want you

to have kids?

Would your genes like a cocktail

while you're here?

Absolutely, no problem.

Coming right up.

Yo, let's get some beer

before we get the cab.

I'm tired.

- The door's busted.

- I mean, you only had, like, three.

What happened?

That was f***ing quick.

- What's going on?

- There's somebody in there.

Smells like sh*t.

It's disgusting.

Oh, sh*t.

- Is he dead?

- I think so.

- Paul--

- Turns out, hitting the head

All right.

I guess it's just the three of us.

That's probably better.

Thank you. Thanks.

I can't be a father again.

I can't do it.

You know, she's young.

She uses it as a distraction,

That's why I think it's good

she's talking to another woman about it.

- So sorry.

- Yeah.

Okay.

All right. Well, just check

and make sure these dates work.

Oh, she's terrific.

There's someone with a sense of

commitment, dedication. I'm serious.

And for the record,

I didn't even know those boys

were going to the party that night.

- Does Katelyn know?

- Yes, she knows.

And I'm assuming that Claire

knows everything?

I don't, uh... I don't get you,

Nobody.

Oh, my. Uh, well, my bad.

Heinz, I thought we were friends.

- Stan:
I'm so sorry.

- Heinz:
Yeah, that's okay.

He'll be back.

His first wife Barbara left him

to go live in an ashram in India.

She lost it.

You'd think it would make him

more humble, but no.

Yeah, well, anyway, we haven't

heard from her in a while.

The only reason I'm telling you this

is, uh, as a warning,

Everyone falls for Stan.

Once you fall for him,

I can't protect you.

He's not my friend.

Not even voting for him.

In fact, I'm not voting at all.

Ever.

See, history is either a lie or a bore.

Now I have no one to talk to.

Kids needs to be entertained

in order to learn,

I was wrong.

History can't compete

with video games, YouTube,

Twitter, Facebook, Instagram,

Kik, Burn Note, Whisper,

Yik Yak, Skype,

90m,

You see, kids,

history can't compete.

History is over.

Everything is happening

in this second.

[cellphone buzzing]

- Paul:
Hello.

- Dad?

No, no, I need it now.

It's okay.

I'll just come and get it.

Don't worry about it.

Hey, do you mind giving me

a ride someplace?

Katelyn:
Oh, Paul.

I am a monster for keeping

your wife away.

Yes, you are, Kate.

Yes, you are.

You never complain, do you, Kate?

I mean, honestly,

I've never seen anything like it.

That's how my father raised me,

for better or worse.

I don't have anything

to complain about.

I mean, we all don't.

We're blessed.

I just--just, I just want everyone

to be happy.

Is that so outrageous?

Of course not.

I'll be in in a second.

Beau:
Hey, Beau here.

Tonight's okay.

Claire:
Hi, love, it's Mom.

I'm on my way home.

Dad and I are going out

to a restaurant

Your father doesn't know

about tonight

I'll check in with you around 10:00.

Please don't stress.

Dad?

Hey. Hey-hey.

I thought I'd meet you outside.

Were you just on my phone?

I just was trying to call you.

How were you trying to call me

on my own phone?

Again.

[nervous laugh]

Rick:
You really think he's dead.

Michael:
I guess...

- L don't know, that's really horrible.

- It's not horrible. Don't be scared.

- Rick:
Come on.

- [all arguing, indistinct]

Rick:
Just do what Michael tells you.

God. Jesus!

Let's get out of here.

Jesus.

Come on.

Get the f*** up.

The guy's probably deranged.

- Oh, you're such a f***--

- Beau, come on.

[chuckles] Look.

We still need the cab, jeez.

Look at this, really a piece of sh*t.

Hey! Why don't you get up?

Hey, stink-o!

Smells like rotten eggs.

Probably got some

f***ing food in there.

Hey, mister. Get up!

There's one of you

and there's two of us.

Leave me alone.

- Oh, sh*t.

- What do you want?

What are you waiting for?

Get out of here.

Get out. Just f*** off.

- Woman:
Get out of here.

- No, don't. Come on.

Woman:

You don't know what the f***--

- Leave me. You go and leave me alone.

- Holy sh*t.

- Garbage to garbage.

- You f***ing sh*t.

- Oh, look.

- Oh, f***.

[woman sobbing]

- Michael:
You looked, didn't you?

- Paul:
I did. I know. I saw.

This is getting weird

It was just supposed to be a joke.

You threw a burning match

at her as a joke?

She shouldn't have been there.

I mean...

The whole place stunk, Dad.

She yelled at us.

I mean, you would've done

the same exact thing.

What did she do?

- [Anna continues, indistinct]

- Um, I...

She's got to go. Get home and...

- Are you being serious?

- Hey, Michael Lohman,

I can't tell.

Time is what we need.

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