The Interestings Page #4

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Why? To become stars?

Or to hold a mirror up to nature,

to show what it means to be human?

That's what this exercise is about:

to be willing to be brave enough

to be private in public,

to risk revealing your own humanity.

The audience pays you

to show them who they really are inside

because they're too busy

or they're too frightened

to look.

But if you walk on that

stage looking for approval,

you're cheating them.

You're not acting.

You're begging.

You, Ms. Jacobson, are a beggar.

You don't want to be seen.

You just want to be liked.

You're an approval junkie.

To me, that is sad.

Jules:
You're an approval junkie.

You care too much what

others think of you.

We know this.

It's what you think that matters.

You need to find your voice

and listen to it.

I'm leaving you.

I'm sorry.

I don't think talk

therapy is that effective...

For me, anyway.

Uh, I... I think it's time

for me to try something else.

Well, I think it's...

interesting that you want to leave

just as we're starting to

understand the underlying issues.

What's the point of

understanding why you're miserable

if you're still miserable?

It's like the booby prize.

I disagree, Shauna.

I have seen tangible

behavioral improvement in you.

You've been so much more confident

and more optimistic.

[laughing]

I'm taking Prozac.

My doctor prescribed it for me.

Okay.

I wish you'd told me.

You obviously feel it's helping?

Well, if I wasn't taking it,

I don't think I'd have

the courage to leave you.

Can I help you?

Uh, sure.

Is this good?

Good for what?

Uh, my husband. New job.

Is it paying six figures?

No.

Good enough.

Julie Jacobson.

You don't recognize me.

Maybe if I was mixing

a couple vodka Tangs.

Oh, my God. Cathy?

I didn't even...

Wow.

You look great.

Thank you.

I guess I'm just

blessed with good genes.

Oh, I trimmed those mail bags down

when I was dancing with

Paul Taylor's company.

Didn't make the big difference

I was hoping for, though.

I'm in finance now,

but I don't miss them.

Although he might. My big tits.

- Ah.

- [chuckling]

This is Julie Jacobson.

Hi.

We were at camp together.

She was part of that group.

Huh.

So you and Ash are still best buds?

Uh, I don't know about that,

but we do speak occasionally.

According to Ethan, it's

more than just occasionally.

He calls me every now and then.

It's been a few years,

but at least one of you

had the decency to care.

It's a complicated time, Cathy.

Bullshit.

But then it must be

very hard to see clearly

with your lips glued to Ash's ass.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

No, you're not.

You don't give a sh*t how I feel.

So no one's ever heard from Goodman?

I don't think so, no.

Amazing, huh?

He just disappeared.

No body found. Never contacted anyone,

not even his nearest and dearest.

I guess not.

Well, it doesn't mean he won't,

does it?

I know you were all goo-goo over him,

so maybe he'll come back

and carry you off into the sunset,

or maybe he'll just f*** up your life

like he did mine.

- You ready, hon?

- Yeah, yeah.

Let's get out of here.

We're, uh, celebrating my big promotion.

Senior VP at Kanter-Fitzgerald.

Just crashing through the

proverbial glass ceiling.

That's right.

Well...

your life doesn't look

that f***ed up to me.

You never did understand.

Did you?

[chatter]

Your parents leave?

Hour ago.

Right after Ash's big show.

So what are you doing here?

F*** if I know.

They should f***ing

outlaw visiting weekend.

Really.

Except your parents seem so, you know...

Charming?

Intelligent?

Cosmo-f***ing-politan?

I showed them my urban planning project.

My mother smiled, sort of confused,

and said it was very nice.

My father asked me

if I figured out a way

to keep the buildings from collapsing.

Oh, I'm sure he didn't mean it like...

Oh, he meant it.

Great expectations suck.

Let me tell you.

[sniffle]

It's hard to live up to them

unless you're Ash.

You'll have the last laugh, you know.

You're going to be

another Frank Lloyd Wright.

There's not a doubt in my mind.

You're funny, Jacobson.

And you made it to the inner circle.

Not many people do that.

Good for you.

Cathy:
Goodman?

Goodman, where the f*** are you?

Keep your tits on.

I'm giving Jacobson here a pep talk.

This never happened.

Cathy:
What did she need a pep talk for?

Nothing.

Where's Rorie?

Downstairs with Sophie.

They're having Chinese.

I guess it didn't go so well?

It was a f***ing disaster.

What happened?

She asked me why I left my last job

and what I'd been doing in the interim.

You knew that would probably come up.

You were prepared.

It was the first thing that came up.

The only thing that came up.

She takes one look at my rsum,

and she notices the huge

gap in my employment record.

How could she not?

And she asked me why I left Medfair

and what I'd been doing.

I told her that I left

because I wanted to take some time off

to be with my daughter

while my wife worked.

And she asked me who my

boss was when I was there.

"Was it Karen Wallace?" she asked.

Whom she knows very well, she said.

Basically letting me know

that she would call Karen

and find out what happened,

so I might as well just tell her,

which I then proceeded to do.

I told her about what happened,

the reason I was fired.

You should have seen her face.

What did she say?

She said...

"Thank you for coming in

and for being so honest."

Well, I think it's

great that you went in.

I do.

I mean, you got back out there,

which is a huge accomplishment.

I think you should feel good about that.

Is that how you talk to your patients?

Like they're f***ing 12 years old?

It's like I'm some disabled child

that you're helping

to get through the day.

That's not how I feel.

Well, that is how it sounds.

Oh, God.

I f***ing hate it.

I never should have married you.

You should have trusted your instincts.

Mm.

May I have another?

Behold the bounty that

selling out hath wrought.

560 big ones.

We're rich!

- Rich.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

And all it took was selling my soul.

Really? Where do I sign up to sell mine?

To the sweet smell of success.

May we all reek of it soon.

Hey.

- Mm.

- Mm.

Slow down, Jules. It's going to be fine.

I never should have invited him.

Seriously, it was a mistake.

- I know.

- Hey, hey. Relax.

All right? We're not

going to eat him alive.

It just sends the wrong message.

It's not fair to him, either.

Oh, God, he's here.

Oh, sh*t, I knew he'd wear that.

Hey.

Hey, you made it.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

I was, like, glued to the TV.

Ewing just hit a buzzer beater.

Put the Lakers away. Ha ha!

That's another 20-point game.

Even if the Knicks finish fifth,

there is no way this man

is not Rookie of the Year.

Ethan:
It's not the

champagne you get drunk on.

It's the friends you get drunk with.

- Hey!

- Err!

- Hear, hear!

- Cheers.

[laughter]

I can't believe you guys

have all stayed friends

for so long. I mean, I

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