The Secret Lives of Dentists Page #3

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- Oh, yeah?

- She left you a note.

- Here's the airplane.

- A note, a note, a note!

- Okay, Leah, Leah...

- A note, a note!

He touches me and I quit.

- Hurst Dental.

- So she's up next.

- Yeah, why don't you go get prepped.

- My pleasure.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Dr. Dave?

- He's back.

- Who?

Promise me you're in a better mood

than you were last time, Mr. Slater.

- Why?

- Oh, good, glad to hear that.

So how are you

and your wife doing?

She kicked me out. I told you

that the last time I was here.

Right, she kicked you out.

Open, please.

- I want to...

- Pineapple.

- The doctor will be here in a minute.

- I wanted to mention...

If you keep talking,

you won't get numb.

- I want you aware of my embouchure.

- Your what?

- I'm sorry.

- His embouchure. That's all right.

Mr. Slater.

Dr. Mengele.

- Certainly doesn't taste like pineapple.

- Let's just take a look at that, all right?

Yeah, okay.

I can see what happened.

Did you chew on this?

The social nature of the dental

situation is the hardest thing for me.

There's a certain pleasure

for a meditative person like myself...

... in laying down one thread

and picking up another...

... as if everything isn't

happening at once.

I am 38 years old,

and it seems to me...

... that I've arrived at the age of grief.

My wife is seeing another man

and I don't kick her out of the house.

She doesn't kick me out. I can't

imagine kicking anyone out.

Do you kick them?

Or do you kick them?

You can rinse.

- Good as new, no charge.

- That's a really good deal.

You should have those

wisdom teeth looked at.

- Not unless they start to hurt.

- Well, it's not a good idea to wait.

Dr. Dave...

...want me to reschedule tomorrow's

appointments if Mark doesn't...?

So that other one, was that your wife?

I didn't get a good look at her.

Well, forget about it.

Dave, let me explain something

to you, okay? People...

...hate you, you're a dentist.

- Is that right?

- They can't wait to get out...

...of your office, okay? They think

about you, they think "pain."

They would like nothing more

than to never have to see you again.

And your best work never

even sees the light of day.

Well, you're going to lose every

tooth in your mouth, my friend.

You've got one of the worst cases

of gum disease I've ever seen.

So you can forget about

your lousy, little embouchure.

- Hi, Leah. Hi.

- Go around.

Have fun?

Could you belt her in, please?

Watch your leg.

So you're kind of like

the mommy here.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- I mean, you welcome the girls...

...you pick them up and drive

them around. It's sweet.

- Everybody in?

- Yeah.

Buckle, you.

Do you do the washing

and the sewing...

...and teach them about

makeup and stuff?

- How to use a barrette?

- Dad?

- What?

- Can we go look at toys?

No, you have too many toys.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Hi, Mom.

Hey.

- Hey.

- How was work?

Okay.

It's good to see you.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Wait a minute.

Attaboy.

- It's great to see you.

- Take her upstairs.

I'm glad.

So, what's new?

Nothing, since I saw you

this afternoon, nothing.

What, nothing can happen

in five hours?

Well, in this case it didn't.

- Bullshit.

- Who did you see?

Who were your patients,

who did you see today?

I don't know, honey, you saw the

appointment book. Mrs. Margolis.

Yeah, I like her.

Yeah, the usual.

The usual?

Isn't that nice.

- You have your own.

- You have a plate of your own food.

- Hers is better.

- No, they're both the same.

- Too big.

- Still?

Mandy's going to a different camp.

- She is? Which one?

- I forget.

- We'll have to find out.

- You can eat that.

- I don't like it.

- Eat it anyways.

- I don't want it.

- Eat it anyway.

- I don't want it!

- Hey!

Look at me.

Look at me.

Where's the booze?

Guess what? I'm putting you

to bed, you understand me?

- No, I don't want to!

- Cry if you want.

- Cry all you want!

- No, I don't want to!

Cry till you're an old woman.

It's not soon enough...

...as far as I'm concerned!

- Daddy's sort of mad.

Daddy! Daddy!

No!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

- Daddy!

- Be quiet!

Attaboy.

Dave?

- Dave?

- That would be you, buddy.

- What?

- You don't need to shout at her.

Somebody has to.

I do all the work around here, anyway.

- Everything's more f***ed every day.

- Everything's more f***ed every day.

- Tell us what you're so angry about.

- I'm not angry.

Kill her. I would.

Everything's more f***ed up

every day.

You've always said that, and I hate it.

I have not always said it,

I just thought of it.

- Girls, you're excused.

- Stay.

- Admit that every day is worse.

- No!

- It is.

- I don't believe that.

Admit it!

I could kill you.

What did you just say to me?

What?

I didn't say anything.

- You said you could kill me?

- I didn't mean to say that.

But you thought it,

you thought you could kill me?

One crack, right between the eyes.

You can't control your thoughts.

A person can think anything

they want.

But you mustn't act on every thought

that you have.

Right?

I'm gonna go out for a little while.

Excuse me.

My father always said:

"If you're mad, whatever you do,

don't get in the car."

F*** him, he was a jerk.

Yes, he was.

Go upstairs, girls.

F***ing b*tch!

F***ing b*tch!

You f***ing b*tch!

We're upset about something,

aren't we, Dave?

I wish my wife loved me.

How do you know she doesn't?

I wish she would look at me

with desire instead of regret.

Yeah.

Who is he?

When does she see him?

- How do you know he even exists?

- It's just a feeling.

- A feeling.

- I saw the back of his head.

He's probably the music director.

She sees him when she can...

...a few minutes here or there,

it's nothing too tangible.

Why don't you just come

right out and ask her?

Because...

Because, if she tells me she loves

him, we have to do something about it.

Yeah, that's right.

But if I let her go through it and work

out whatever it is she needs to do...

...maybe I can save my marriage.

- Wait, wait...

I don't consider you a reliable source

on the subject of marriage, okay?

Fair enough.

But why isn't she leaving you, then?

I mean...

...if she is seeing somebody,

and I'd rather know...

...one way or the other,

but you know what?

Maybe he rejected her.

Did you ever think about that?

I mean, he's just messing around,

having fun...

...that's why she stays. Because

otherwise, she'd get out of there.

I mean, not that she's a willful b*tch,

or such a willful b*tch, but...

Dave?

Are we leaving?

See you back at the house.

I love you.

Yeah, I know.

I do, I love you so much.

Oh, yes, there is, Ms. Lawrence.

I'm familiar with the serum

Dr. Markoff has for the cure.

His recovery depends solely on you.

- What?

- I will cure your father...

... when you decide

to become my wife.

Let go of me. I'll never marry you.

Never is a long time.

Some people do change their mind.

I love the first, cold sting of juice,

you know?

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