The Dinner Page #3
Time is on our side.
We got lucky.
You're gonna spin out, okay?
You just need to stop talking.
Oh, okay.
All I am saying is,
we'll get through this.
- You and me, right?
- Yeah.
I didn't throw that ball.
I got this.
[somber music playing]
[glass shatters]
Paul:
I'll pay for the damages.Shop owner:
He did it on purpose.Just tell me the truth.
You have no idea what we're going
through right now, okay?
He's sorry. He said as much.
That ball is like
his best friend.
Sh*t happens.
Things gets broken.
You f***ing kidding me?
- Goddamn it!
I remember you.
Because you killed her.
I don't want to be with sick people.
Uh, no, listen.
[knock at door]
Doctor:
Oh, you're looking pretty today.Are you expecting guests?
Any minute.
- Is she going to die?
- What? No, no, I'm just saying--
See how fast we can go.
[laughs]
Okay, give me the phone.
You got to get rid of that footage.
She smokes?
You told me she didn't smoke.
- What? About Mom's cancer?
- No, about the ATM.
Why the hell did you and Rick have to
post that goddamn stuff online?
- Are you listening to me?
- Jesus Christ. Yes. I am.
You can't walk away from this.
That video will haunt you
God!
Anna is gonna take me home
[engine starts]
[car radio playing rap music]
[car door slams, radio stops]
Sweetheart,
what are you doing here?
Dad stole my phone.
How much do you know?
How much do you know?
Paul, maybe you should go inside.
I'm not hungry and don't talk to me
like I'm a retard.
Go.
[engine starts]
[radio plays]
I thought you were on my side.
You have to know
that first and foremost,
I was afraid you wouldn't
be able to handle this.
- Honey, it really doesn't--
- Who? Stop calling me honey.
Beau did it.
He found it on Rick's computer,
the footage that they shot--
It's only a few thousand.
Michael called me
after it happened.
They needed a ride home.
Calm down.
Do they know about
Beau and tonight?
And I'm just, you know,
I'm just, it's, it's, I'm alone.
- No.
- I'm alone.
You are his father.
It's not Gettysburg.
Okay?
Let's go in.
It's cold.
Paul:
...that wars are won or lost
Uh, as it happened,
Gettysburg was the beginning
of the end.
Uh...
[foot stomp]
[yelling] May I please
have your f***ing attention?
Oh, there you are.
[clears throat]
Good.
I'd like you to think
about something
when you go home
to your miserable lives tonight.
I want you to think about this.
How many people
do you think there would be
in this country
without wars?
Uh, I'm not saying
that the Civil War
How many people would that leave
on our dying planet?
I'm gonna go outside
and get a breath of fresh air.
Do whatever you want.
Just, uh,
clean up after yourselves,
you sad, pathetic, doomed shitheads.
[door slams, clamor]
Sit down, Klein.
Thank you.
Okay, let's do some math. Uh...
In a group of, say,
a hundred people,
In an average group, say.
I'm serious,
how many parents
How many...
How many constant whiners,
complainers,
rapists, embezzlers,
Dirty politicians, cheaters?
Could be your mother,
could be your brother.
Uh, you, for example.
If some of your friends
were gone tomorrow?
Gone. Dead. Buried.
Their desks empty.
Show of hands.
Come on, you don't
have to name names.
Exactly.
Now a little closer to home.
The uncle with shitty stories.
The, uh, the molester.
Oh, boy, you know about those.
The, uh, the ugly cousin
who mistreats her dogs.
Now think how happy
you and your loved ones would be
Just like that. [snaps fingers]
Wiped off the face of the earth.
Yeah, that's good.
Just like that.
Just like that.
Just like that.
You'd be happy, right?
You'd, uh, you'd be pleased.
Because families are oppressive
and unloving and cruel.
Okay now, stay with me.
Now imagine...
Because families are oppressive
and unloving and cruel.
[door opens, students chatter]
Claire:
Nausea, constipation,somnolence, dry mouth,
Fast heartbeat, hypertension.
Sexual dysfunction.
B-But she said, she said
that she wasn't expecting
Is that all?
[sloshing]
What about personality changes?
That's not a side effect.
That's the effect.
Is that good?
[indistinct newscast]
I guess we're here.
Glad we're doing this.
I wouldn't have suggested it
if I didn't want to do it, Paul.
I thought the shrink suggested it.
[cellphone ringing]
No, its okay.
I'm gonna turn it off.
There's no shame
in getting help, Paul.
There's help in getting shame?
- Am I causing you shame?
- You're shaming my cause.
Are you just gonna flip
every sentence I say. ls that it?
Jesus.
Susej.
Susej.
You're good. You're good.
You're good.
You're a Knucklehead, but you're good.
Man, on radio:
...Pennsylvania Avenueat the Walnut Street Bridge
The event is open to the public.
It will be held rain or shine.
Come on.
Have you seen these?
You sure you want to go in?
Yeah.
["Dixie" continues]
Recorded Male Tour Guide:
You are on hallowed ground.
The exact place where events changed
the course of American history.
Though it is the bloodiest place
in America,
If you let it,
this land will speak to you.
Now, let's go.
Female Guide:
Please pay attention for this sound.
[men singing]
Well, I wish I was in the land of cotton...
Wisps of mist partially obscure
the figures of Confederate soldiers
"Let me have the honor
of opening the ball."
He rests the rifle
across a fence rail,
He fires...
Gettysburg begins.
From mid-morning
until mid-afternoon on July 1st,
Rebel reinforcements arrive
along the Harrisburg Road
And soon, the entire Federal position
is forced to retreat.
Towns and streets turn into a chaotic
and vicious, bloody battlefield.
From Seminary Ridge
located to our west,
With the general riding 50 yards
in front of his 1,400 men.
There is little protection
of this exposed flank.
Men take cover
as best as they can.
Paul:
From the heightsof Little Round Top and --
Paul:
No, the Union troops surge backpushing against the Rebels,
[Stan sighs]
This is too much,
I don't know. Sorry.
Almost as many here
as the whole Vietnam war.
What are you talking about?
Millions of people died in Vietnam.
I don't see you crying.
People express emotions
in different ways, Paul.
Paul:
You're saying I'm weak?I'm saying that you are who you are
and I accept that.
We're different people,
so what? Big deal.
I will always accept you.
Come on.
What are you trying to say?
What are you saying?
We have had a history of mental illness
in this family for generations
It's time for us to actually
do something about it.
We need to deal with it.
- What are you saying?
- I'm saying Mom was a wacko.
We had each other.
It was you and me.
You remember?
And I always looked out for you.
[sighs]
- I still don't see you crying.
- Come on.
You always thought
that I had it easier than you,
Someone had to be the adult in the house
and it wasn't going to be Mom.
I didn't ask for the job, okay?
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