The Trouble with the Truth Page #3

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She told me. And what, you're o--

You're okay with that? Webber's an okay guy.

She could do a lot worse. "An okay g--" Okay, since

when was that the standard? I was a feminist

when I was her age. I mean, I fought battles so that women -- people --

of her generation could have a choice,

could have freedom, could have things that,

you know, they don't even want. I mean, she seems to be happy to be in the same cages

that we were in. Well, what does that tell you? Maybe these things

that you scoff at actually have a little value. Yeah, a little value,

and maybe people are morons. I don't know.

But you were no Gloria Steinem. The only reason you marched

for the Equal Rights Amendment was to get laid. It's the purest form

of feminism. I love everything about women, including wanting to have sex

with as many women as possible. Does it ever occur to you

that there are some things that might not be appropriate

to discuss with your ex? Okay. So, what do you

have to be jealous about? I mean, from where I sit,

you have everything anybody could possibly want. Oh, yeah, my life

is just perfect. Uh-huh. ROBERT: You wanted to be --

You wanted a career -- successful career --

as a writer. Got it. You wanted

a successful marriage. You got it,

although on the second try. And that gave you the third

thing that you always wanted, which was to write

without having to worry about where your next meal

was coming from. So, you tell me,

what's the problem? Why do you always have to reduce

my marriage to Jack to economics? What, it's about more than that? Give me a break. No, I am giving you a break. I-I-I am --

I am respecting you enough that you would acknowledge

the truth -- which is not

that you don't love Jack, okay? I think you do. But that,

if you would fall in love with a guy

who made $30,000 a year instead of a guy

who made $250,000 a year, you would not have left me

for him. I didn't come down here

to get lectured. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. -Don't. Please don't.

-What? -Don't be so sensitive.

-How can I not be sensitive? You're basically calling me

a whore! Okay. You know I don't think

that you're a whore. Now, come on.

Please. I'm being a j--

I'm being a jerk, all right? I'm sorry. Please don't --

No, please don't go. Please. Here. Sit here, next to me. Drink wine. Lots of wine. Come on. Thank you. You're just jealous because

you wish you had what I have. Yes, you're right. I wish that I were married

so that I could have a woman to tell me where to put my

f***ing spoons and stuff. -Okay? No.

-I don't know -- You're so crazy.

You are... -I don't know.

-What? I just think this whole

indifference-to-love thing that you've got going on

is just an act. Really. I've known you

for a long time, Robert. And in your heart, you are the

biggest romantic that I know. Okay. [ Sighs ] All cynics

are romantics at heart, okay? We are cynics because

the world did not live up to our stupid

romantic expectations. You know,

I've been trying to reconcile with the way

I want the world to be with the way that it actually is

my whole life. Now, did I tell you that,

after we split up, after -- I mean right after,

after you moved out -- -...that I went back to school?

-No, you didn't tell me that. I did. I did. Yes, I did. I uh, -- I was --

You know, extension courses, but the first one I took

was an English class, and it was called

The Literature of Romance. And we read books

by C.S. Lewis -- "The Allegory of Love."

Did you ever read that? -Unh-unh. No.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah. And it's, you know,

basically a critical study of how love was treated in medieval

and Renaissance literature. And Lewis contends

that romantic love, as we, you know, know it, was a literary invention. It didn't even exist

before the 12th century or something like that, so... -Really?

-Yeah. I-I-I go back, you know,

thinking that higher education is gonna help me make sense

of my -- you know,

the wreckage of my life, and -- and yet

then I find out that -- that the stuff

that I'm obsessing about, it doesn't even exist. And so I come out of those

classes worse than I went in. [ Sighs ] -Wow.

-Yeah. I just can't believe

that you read C.S. Lewis. -Yeah.

-You hate him. Yeah, I know.

It was part of the class. It was before

he became a Jesus freak, and so it had some merit. So, you're still a cynic

about spirituality. No. Realist. -Ha ha ha.

-Yeah, no. Okay. The "imaginary friends,"

they're for guys who think they have all the answers,

like your husband. I am not one of those guys. You're hopeless. [ Chuckles ] [ Sighs ] Are you hungry? -Yeah.

-Yes, all right. Yeah, I'm still on Chicago time. ROBERT: All right. Let's get something to eat. I'm gonna pay for these drinks. We'll have fun. Give her a big tip. ROBERT: [ Chuckling ] Yeah. Hey. Here you are.

Just keep the change. Thanks.

Don't hurt yourself. See you later, doll. [ Indistinct conversations ] [ Door opens ] [ Indistinct conversations ] -MAN: Hi.

-EMILY:
Hi. -Two?

-Yes, please. -It'll be just one minute.

-[ Cell phone vibrates ] [ Sighs ]

It's Jenny. -Go ahead, take it.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

-Sorry. Hi, honey. Yeah, I'm just stepping

into dinner with your dad. -No, Robert.

-[ Scoffs ] Yes, I'm in L.A.

Today. I just got in. Listen, honey,

I was wondering -- um, maybe we could go shopping

for a dress on Sunday. I know, but since I'm here,

maybe we co-- [ Sighs ] Uh...Uh, listen,

I think I'm being rude. I-I should probably get off. Do you want to talk to your dad? Oh, okay.

Well, I-I love you. Um, I'll call you later.

Bye. She, uh, says hi. -She's running...

-Yeah. Sure. -What is wrong with you?

-Well, you weren't at breakfast. -HOST: Right this way.

-EMILY:
Oh. [ Indistinct conversations

continue ] Thank you. Thank you. Your server will be with you

shortly. -Thank you.

-Thank you. All right, so, what do you think

of this place? Kind of a cool, huh? -Yeah. It's perfect.

-Yeah? Hi. I'm Staci.

I'll be your server. Can I get you anything to drink? Yeah, I'll have

a glass of water and, um...some Chardonnay. -Chardonnay?

-Yes, and I'll have water, too, and whatever

your best scotch is. -All right.

-On the rocks, please. -I'll be right back with those.

-Thank you. So, what's good? You know, I don't know. I haven't been here [chuckles]

for five years. [ Laughs ]

No, I haven't. No. These days my idea

of a night out is... the Del Taco where the

tranny hookers used to hang out. -Wow.

-Yeah, yeah. Well, I'm glad I took you. Mm-hmm.

I'm glad to be taken. Just absolutely starving. The only thing I ate

on the plane was chocolate. ROBERT: Hmm. Chocolate. You got to watch out

for chocolate. It makes you feel

like you're in love. Yeah, in love with sugar. Hmm? No, no, no.

There's a chemical -- There's a chemical. Ethyl [mumbles] something.

You know, I don't know. But it's the same chemical

that your brain produces when you are in love. So that's why chocolate

is so addicting. I thought you just told me that

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