The Meddler Page #7
- PG-13
- Year:
- 2015
- 103 min
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a writer.
She didn't know who you were,
but she was very, very excited
about the possibility...
I told her you would have
coffee with her
and give her some industry tips.
I don't have any industry tips.
Well, it's just coffee.
She's in a wheelchair.
How do you take a selfie?
What do you mean? You just
take a picture of yourself.
Yeah, but, how do you
take a picture of yourself?
Who are you sending a selfie to?
Shh! Shh!
Just never mind.
Never mind.
Do you have a new friend?
My... I'm not talking about it.
Ooh.
Mom!
Stop.
Who's your new friend?
It's not funny.
I'm not talking about...
Can I meet him?
Where are the bottles? They in here?
Did you meet him at the grove?
Oh, stop it.
Huh?
Stop it.
This is obviously me.
Hi, zipper.
It's, Marnie Minervini.
I'm calling from New York,
with my daughter.
And... today I saw the set
and it made me think of you.
I mean, 'cause of your job.
Also, I mean, what you do
for a living.
Anyway, so, I ordered some scrambled
eggs at the hotel this morning,
and they were nothing
like what I had of yours.
I mean,
the eggs that you gave me.
I had one.
Briefly.
And so I just thought I would...
Check in on the chickens.
Also... oh, yes, my daughter
has a new boyfriend.
Or should I say fianc?
Yep. So, okay.
So, call me.
Okay, love you... bye!
Bye.
Marnie!
Marnie!
Mwah!
You look very good. California.
You look very good, very well.
So, Tina, Pina,
how are you feeling?
Mm...
Mm...
Mm...
Hey, how's the TV show?
So funny.
You would not believe.
I don't know where
she gets her characters from.
She's a very smart girl.
Good imagination more than anything.
That is mine.
Salute. Eh?
Very sweet grapes.
You don't...
You don't remember?
- No.
- No.
You're two years younger than me.
You don't remember?
I remember the grub.
Yeah.
That smells good.
So, the first time I cooked
for Joe, I wanted to make pasta.
And my mother told me that the
way you know if pasta's done
- is you throw it against the wall...
- Oh, no.
And if it sticks, then you
take it out of the water.
So I boiled the water.
I know. I know.
- And... and then I...
Nothing. Nothing.
So then I cook it a little bit
more, cook it a little bit more.
And then finally I throw it against
the wall, and it stuck to the wall.
And it stuck to itself.
And it stuck to the pot.
And it stuck
to everything it touched.
So, it seems okay.
Takes his first bite.
And then I see him take a little
bit of the pasta off the plate,
and he puts it in a napkin.
And I say to him,
"what are you doing?"
And he says, "I just gotta
show this to my mother."
were married already. Right?
I would have had a problem.
I can't believe...
I can't believe it's
his anniversary already.
I know, already a year.
Unbelievable.
You mean two years.
Yeah. A year from last year.
- Right.
- Mm-hmm.
Time flies, huh?
- Time flies.
- Time flies.
So, Marnie...
We were thinking that...
You can keep half of his ashes
with you and Lori in California,
and, the other half
could be buried in Elizabeth.
- That way...
- We have some place...
Yeah, we all have some place to go.
Yeah, we'll visit, you know.
Yeah. Um...
I want to talk to Lori about it,
'cause she's been very sensitive
about the whole thing.
We already talked to her and what
did she say? We talked to her.
She says it's up to you.
Up to you.
Oh.
Since we're all
on the east coast, for a change,
a headstone.
Lori said you wanted
to use a quote, maybe.
Yeah, something
from "my way."
It doesn't have
to be "my way."
How could it not be "my way"?
As long as it's Sinatra.
Well, of course, it is
Sinatra, obviously.
It should be "my way."
That was his... it should be...
Marnie, it is all up to you.
If you want to bury
his ashes here, okay.
And if you wanted to
sprinkle a little
over there, fine.
Boom, boom, boom.
Up to you.
How could it not be "my way"?
How could it not be "my way"?
Of course.
It has to be "my way"!
Joe did it his way!
He lived his way!
It has to be "my way"!
No "strangers in the night."
"My way"!
"Joseph Minervini"?
What?
Oh.
I... I handed you
my husband's license.
There.
"Marnie Minervini."
That makes more sense.
Ms. Minervini?
Los Angeles.
I live there now.
How was your time in New York?
Great.
My daughter shot a pilot.
Oh!
No. It's...
Welcome to Los Angeles,
where the local time is 10:37.
Please remain in your seat
while we taxi to the gate.
If your cell phone is within
reach, you may use it now.
Hey, Marnie, it's your
new friend, zipper,
or Randy, I guess,
depending on who you ask.
I just saw that you called.
Sorry I'm just getting
back to you now.
There's, just terrible
reception in the canyon.
your message.
But... just wanted
to try you back
and see how the east coast
is treating you,
and also let you know that the chickens
have expanded their musical library
so I guess you've got that
to look forward to,
if you ever make it back
this way. But...
Anyway, give me a call if,
you know, if you get a chance.
And, yeah, there you go.
Okay. "Love you." Bye.
Hey, Marnie,
it's your new friend zipper...
Anyway, just wanted
to let you know
that I made it back
to the west coast,
and... it's a shame you're gonna miss
the wedding because of reshoots.
Oh, and sorry to hear
you broke up with Ben.
I guess you didn't like
the YouTube video?
Anyway, I know you're busy, so
don't worry about calling me back.
Hi.
Uh...
You didn't hear any, kind of,
music-type sounds coming
from inside, did you?
That wasn't you, was it?
Just a little Dolly cover band
I'm putting together.
Thus far we have a largely
avian fan base.
What's this?
Oh, nothing, I just...
I picked this up...
To help... well, play music,
for, you know,
Henrietta and Susan and Gayle
and, you know, all your gals.
You just plug it in your iPhone.
God, do you have an iPhone?
I've been meaning to get
one of those.
Thank you.
It's... it's really nice.
Um, you want to come inside?
You can help me, whatever,
plug it in, figure it out.
No, I'm supposed to go
to this wedding.
Oh.
Well, that's fun.
Yeah.
So...
You know...
I missed you.
Oh, I called her, by the way.
Lizzie, my youngest.
Zipper, that's great.
She yelled at me.
A lot.
Aw.
I was actually thinking
maybe tomorrow
I might take a ride out there
and let her scream
in my face a little.
That's a good idea.
You think?
Yeah.
D-do you...
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