The Upside of Anger Page #5

I just hate that I can't

control my emotions.

Oh God.

This is creepy.

This was all a farm

owned by the...

Firestone family

until the 50's.

This and the whole

subdivision.

It goes on a bit

about another eight acres.

Why are we out

here today?

I wanna do it.

- Out here?

- No.

Don't be an a**hole.

I wanna sell

my part of it.

Just let your friends develop

the lots and tell them "Yes."

Tell them I don't need

the money, though.

If they think I need the money,

they'll play games with me.

- Do you?

- No.

Yes. No.

I don't know.

I'm in some trouble...

unless I officially

divorce the shitbox

which I refuse to do,

until at least he has

the balls to show his face.

I wanna give

the girls the money.

Just tell your friend Shep

I want to make the deal.

What?

Nothin'.

Good.

I'm going in.

This place is a clearinghouse

for Lime disease.

- Hey, this is cute.

- Shep...

- How are you, pal?

- I'm doing great.

I'm hanging with Andy,

how could I not be?

Hello, Terry.

Hadley...

Hadley's boyfriend.

Okay, okay.

- We're gonna go watch a movie.

- Isn't that sweet?

"The Bicycle Thief."

She's never seen "The Bicycle Thief."

He's a nut

for foreign cinema.

Anyone wanna join us?

Snuggle up on the couch?

Watch a classic?

I think we'll, uh,

probably pass.

You know me too well.

I do and it's a burden.

- I know him too well...

- Okay.

So it's a burden.

That's it.

Okay.

I cannot tell you how much

this thing disgusts me.

Oh, come on.

She's doing great at work.

Shep's got her producing

morning drive-time,

plus... I think

he really likes her.

Oh, the whole thing

just infuriates me.

That's probably half

the attraction.

What?

You know what.

Not another word.

The deep hatred that men

have felt for one another

through the ages has blossomed

into one chapter after another

of repression,

violence, hate, rape,

religious slang

and genocide.

I'm still working on it.

I need to fix the music.

It's my final

in television production.

You're really handsome,

Gorden.

Thanks.

I should go.

I really do have to go.

The power of stress

and naked anger

is seen over and over again

in the relationships

that exist between the male

and the female of our species.

Here, in rural Botswana,

an unfaithful tribeswoman

is brought to a field

by a group of locals

for a ritualized punishment

of beating and harassment.

Events quickly spiral out of control

for the tribesmen, though

as the woman's fury

becomes too great to contain

and the men are quickly forced

to flee for their safety.

Why am I not excited by it?

Um, because I don't think

any of these new age arts colleges

are really colleges.

Of course, it's a college.

What are you talking about?

Honey, I've been there.

I have.

I wanted to be a poet,

remember?

Just take arts courses

at Ann Arbor.

I don't want to go

to school in Ann Arbor.

No, of course you don't. It's what

I want you to do. Why would you?

Okay, four years learning

dance theory?

I have a theory about that.

It's not going to happen.

How's the show?

You enjoying it?

I wish you would

take me seriously.

Honey, I take you seriously.

I just don't think you have much

capacity for self-evaluation.

You know, you'd think

you'd be happy for me...

considering the way

your life turned out.

- The way your parents pushed you...

- To marry your father?

- Yeah.

- I'm not complaining.

They pushed me

to take life seriously...

not to live

in the clouds.

Do you have any idea

what a f***ing idiot

you sound like

sometimes?

I love how you worry

that the letter

you sent to the parent

who deserted you is too mean,

and yet, to the one

who's here in the fight,

you have no problem

saying the most vile things.

Isn't that a tad odd?

Please finish setting

the table.

F*** you!

Shep, wake up.

Wake up, wake up.

- Hey.

- Oh, it's 5:
00.

Okay, 5:
00. Just...

No, my mother's downstairs

we need to get up.

We need to get up right...

Ah, hello!

Okay, not now.

We need to get...

- No, we need to get up.

- And...

My...

G... God!

Wow.

That was weird, huh?

Yeah.

And according to a recent report,

the average male waist size

in the United States

has increased four sizes

in the last 10 years.

From 34 to 38.

See, here's my question.

When are they going to stop

calling it 'average? '

Just start calling it

what it is. "Fat ass!"

You have a fat ass!

Say something to her.

- Go in there.

- No.

- Do you mind if I do?

- Yes, I do mind.

Quite a bit.

All right.

Well...

Well what?

Well...

I didn't quite actually have the end

of that thought worked out.

It's late.

I think you should

go home, Denny.

I think it's going to be

nothing but trouble,

you staying here

tonight.

Well, if you want me

to leave, just say so.

That was a joke.

...English National

Ballet School

under the direction

of Katherine Wade

perform their highly

acclaimed production...

Can we talk?

Not now,

I have a stomachache.

Well, can I get

you anything?

No, but you can shut

the door.

I'm gay.

What?

No.

No, no, no.

You're not.

Yeah.

I am.

Are you lying to get out

of kissing me?

Have you ever

had gay sex?

What about sex

with a woman?

Look, you can't be gay

if you haven't tried it.

Or at least tried it

with a girl

to know that you don't

like it with girls.

No.

I like men,

because I'm gay.

I think you're lying.

I do, and I think

it's mean.

Have sex with me.

Just try it

and then, if you want to be gay,

you can be gay.

That's nice of you.

Hi. Um, I came

to apologize.

- Did you?

- I did.

I've been

a real sh*t to you.

Yes, you have.

What's this?

Well, I just want to do

something nice for you.

I want to clean

your house.

What if I don't want

my house cleaned?

Well, come on. Just don't be defensive

and shitty because I've been shitty.

- Let us in, okay?

- No. No.

No, come on. We're not gonna destroy

it, we're gonna clean it.

I don't want my house

cleaned, Terry, okay?

I just want you

to be nice to me, okay?

You know something?

What?

Nothing.

Right. Then move,

I'm coming in to clean.

These...

are all inventoried,

okay?

I know how many boxes

are here.

- And what does that mean?

- You know what it means.

I don't know

this crew.

You don't either.

This is why I don't like

people over.

I don't like too many people

knowing what I have here.

They're balls, Denny,

not gold bullion.

Yeah, well...

say what you want

but they keep me

in firewood.

I do what I have to do.

I'm not ashamed.

I didn't say

you should be.

Other...

Other guys

I played with, they, uh...

pulled car dealerships

out their asses, you know,

ran insurance companies

after they retired?

That wasn't me.

I get by, though.

You wanna have a drink?

You know me pretty well,

what do you think?

So what is it

about you and baseball?

Aw, come on, why don't you just

call in to the show

if you're gonna hit me

with that one.

Come on, really.

What are you so touchy about?

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