The Upside of Anger Page #2

- There's children playing here!

- Sorry!

And now, once again,

Detroit's own legendary

Denny Davies.

Okay, it's the Denny Davies show.

And if you're

a regular listener,

and you've just tuned in, you know

that you haven't missed much.

And you know that's the beauty

of the show, right, Shep?

You can always just

jump right in here with us

- because...

- Because nothing ever happens.

Nothing ever

happens, exactly

Now what were we talking about

just before the commercial?

Oh yeah.

The invasion, right?

- See?

- Right?

- You still do have your memory.

- Yeah.

I know what people are saying.

Were you watching TV?

As a matter of fact,

I was watching it

with my drinking buddy

the very sweet,

the very tall

and absolutely sexy

Terry Ann Wolfmeyer.

But you...

but you know what?

- What?

- She doesn't want me to talk about her,

so I'm not gonna do it.

I'm not gonna talk about her.

Not gonna talk

about who?

- Terry Ann Wolfmeyer.

- Terry Ann Wolfmeyer.

I get it. We're not even mentioning

Terry Ann Wolfmeyer's name.

- Nope.

- Is that the game that you're playing?

- Not even gonna bring her up.

- Terry Ann Wolfmeyer.

- You're getting no play.

- On 101 WRIF Detroit.

You're listening

to the Denny Davies show.

What I don't get, is how come

you won't talk about baseball?

With all they pay you every year,

what's with you not talking about base...

Hey, guess what,

guess what, pinhead?

They don't pay me

that much.

He just got flushed.

Okay, that's...

that's it for me folks,

the Poobah's up next,

Big Daddy Arthur P.

But I'll be with you tomorrow,

and you can all call in

give me hell, the radio equivalent

of dunking the clown...

into the water.

WRIF Detroit at 5:00...

That wasn't too bad,

was it, Shep?

Wasn't too... vicious?

No, you were mild today. You probably

only lost about 6 or 7,000 listeners.

You should feel really good

about yourself.

- WRIF or email the Poobah

at Arthur P...

Hey, but what was

all that about?

- All what?

- That whole thing about the woman

you watched the invasion

with? Who's she?

Just a girl.

Yeah, she's one

of the 20-year-olds, isn't she?

From the college thing.

The one I got you.

No.

No, she's not 20.

She's nowhere near 20.

In fact, look,

don't superimpose

your warped thinking

onto my life, okay?

I got enough problems.

Okay, well,

then while we're at it,

don't knock

my dating habits, okay?

'Cause they keep me young.

I happen to be a walking encyclopedia

of every boy-band that ever existed.

Trust me, you don't get that from dating

Arianna Huffington.

Did you, uh, find out about that, uh,

mall opening in Toledo?

- What it's price was?

- Yeah, $10,000.

$10,000 for you

to show up

for one-half an hour.

- You know, it must suck for you...

- You're going.

...not, uh, being me.

- Yeah, almost as much as it must suck

- actually being you.

- And now, your Rock 'n' Roll

- radio chaperone of Detroit...

- Go home.

Seriously. I've got a real

disc jockey to produce.

A die-hard drinking fan

with a serious football problem.

My impression of you

in about 15 minutes.

...WRIF Detroit.

That was said with love.

Where's Mom?

She's upstairs

taking a shower.

What are you working on?

What are you looking

in the want-ads for?

A job.

I need to work.

I'm not going to college.

Okay.

It's okay with me,

I guess.

Thank you.

- What are you gonna do?

- I want to be a reporter.

- A newscaster.

- Well, you have the face for it.

Oh. Are you staying

for dinner?

Depends.

If you're making any more

of that chicken, I am.

Here you go.

A little something

to get you into second gear.

What are you doing?

I wasn't looking,

relax.

Get out!

Jesus!

I get out, I'm taking

this drink with me.

Have you ever heard

of boundaries?

Okay, that's it.

I'm drinking them both.

Give me the drink.

I-I wasn't looking.

All right?

I, uh...

I didn't see much.

All right, well...

what are you doing here?

- What do you want?

- Well, little Emily invited me...

for dinner.

- She did?

- Yes, she did,

and I think you know

my position on free food.

Which one of you

recites Brownie?

Come on, your mother

told me once that one of you

recites Brownie,

beautifully.

Oh. Browning,

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

and I was telling you that...

um... Popeye,

a few years back

when you were like,

I don't know, nine or 10 or so.

I had her read Browning

and she used to

commit some

of the poems to memory

and recite them here

at the dinner table.

That's right.

That's what it was.

That sounds...

that sounds good.

I've never heard anything

like it before

but it...

it sounds fun.

To who?

To all of us,

if she can remember.

Popeye?

Can we do this tomorrow night

when I've had notice

and can make plans

to eat somewhere else?

I don't remember any

of them anyway.

I do.

- You do?

- Yeah.

Really?

Wow.

I'm impressed.

Good.

You should be.

What's so funny?

Nothing. Just...

You're just all...

I don't know...

very female.

I got her number in Sweden...

from Helen Trailer.

It forwards and I...

called last night.

It must've been the middle

of the night there.

It was Grey that answered.

I'm sure of it.

Yeah. I hung up

like a six-year-old.

Ah, he'll marry her.

I'd bet any money in the world.

What do you think

you'll do?

Eh, what can I do?

Well, you're set up,

right?

Right?

I mean Grey's got to be

pretty chunky

in the money department,

- plus, you have...

- I have, what?

Bills?

Responsibilities?

Four girls?

One that hates me,

two or three that are

leaning that way.

You can have your damn lots

back there, Denny.

I'm not here

for the lots.

Then leave.

Any other reason than that

for you to be here, frankly,

is just pitiful.

- Are you okay?

- No.

I'm a wreck.

She's gonna take us

to school.

You see women...

on TV, in the movies,

and they get left

or whatever.

You just wanna kick 'em,

they're so whiny.

Look at me.

I hate his guts.

I hate his guts for what he's done.

Oh.

He's a pig,

your dad.

Just a vile, selfish,

horrible pig,

but you know what?

I'm not gonna trash him

to you girls.

I'm not.

I hate him too.

I hate him so much.

I know you do, baby.

You're human.

How could you not?

#When your eyes

were open wide #

- All right. See you.

- # For the the last... #

Hey, hey, wait.

Who is that?

He's cute.

That's Gorden Reiner.

He's new.

He's from Chicago.

- Go meet him.

- Yeah.

I met him. He's not

interested in me.

All he likes to talk about

is bungee jumping.

Tell him you're

from a broken home.

- I'm serious.

- Should I?

Guys think things

like that are great.

Trust me.

I'm gonna use it.

Hi, Gorden.

Hey.

Did you know I'm

from a broken home?

Okay, bye.

Turn it down.

- Wolfmeyer residence

- Hey, beautiful.

It's Denny.

- Which one is this?

- It's Andy.

Bingo. You still

lookin' for work?

- I am.

- Well, I want you to come in tomorrow.

And see Shep Goodman

from my show.

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