Walking and Talking Page #8

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they should fit now.

[Spanish Accent]

You like? Very, very macho, no?

- [Laughing]

- I think so.

[Grunting]

[Knock At Door]

- Who is it?

- [Laura] Help.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

She just kept spraying

and curling, spraying, curling,

spraying, curling,

spraying...

And your makeup.

I know. I look

like a drag queen.

Did you really

pay for this thing?

No, you only pay if they do it

at your wedding. Ow!

God, what did you tell them

you wanted to look like?

Like BabyJane!

What do you think I told them? Ow.

So, I guess you guys

made up.

[Groans]

I tried.

He gave me his... Ow.

Mole.

In a box.

Oh, well, clearly you're not

gonna get married then.

Yeah, wouldn't you

be thrilled.

What?

Nothing.

You think I don't want

you to get married?

You know what?

Brush your hair yourself.

- What just happened?

- I don't want to talk about it.

Well, I do.

What's your problem?

My problem? My problem,

Laura, is that you're different. Okay?

How?

We used to talk

about things!

You used to need me,

for Christ's sake.

When something happens

to me now, good or bad, I tell you.

When something good or bad

happens to you, you tell Frank.

It feels unfair.

Amelia. I need you.

Not in the same way.

Okay.

You're right.

You're right. I don't call you

ten times a day like I used to.

And I don't tell you every

single thing that happens to me

because I do have Frank.

But does that make me

a bad friend because

I don't need you...

when you want me

to need you?

- Fine.

- Aah!

You know, when I do call you,

it's not enough?

And if I do see you,

that's not enough. Nothing

is ever enough for you!

It's like when Frank and I

got engaged,

you decided that I don't

care about you anymore,

and that is just not true.

I didn't decide anything.

What did I do wrong?

I know you're busy.

I know that you're having

problems with Frank.

I do. I know that.

But you're so wrapped up

in what's happening to you,

that you don't even know

what I'm going through.

Stop for a second and think

of what it's like for me!

That's all I want.

Okay.

What is it like

for you?

Hard.

Sad.

I miss you.

What's it like

for you?

It's lonely.

- I'm really lonely.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.

- I love you.

Oh, God.

I love you.

- I slept with Andrew.

- You what?

It was fun.

[Pop]

- Hi.

- Hey, how's it hangin'?

Uh, good.

Is Frank here?

Oh, I've been traveling

lf these are tears

Let them fall

Must I paint you a picture

About the way that I feel

- You know my love for you

is strong, girl

- Love is strong

- You know my love for you is real

- Love is real

- Ahh.

- [Everyone Laughs]

What did you wish for?

I wished for a few more

healthy years.

You know, I might get it.

It's hereditary.

Yes, you might.

I've sworn off porno,

and I'm going crazy.

- So watch some.

- No. Don't want to.

I'll be right back.

How are ya?

You having fun?

I can't remember who I'm talking to

in the middle of my sentence.

[Laughs]

I can't remember people

in my own family.

- Do you remember me?

- You're my son.

Yeah, I'm your son.

[Chuckles, Sniffles]

[Sighs]

Do you want something

to drink? I was gonna

go get something...

No. No. No, thanks.

You know, it's nice.

Everyone came to my party.

Look at

Aunt Cynthia's dress.

What do you think

she was thinking?

Looks like the same dress...

she wore to your mother's

college graduation 40 years ago.

That I remember.

Is it?

Really?

That's an old dress.

[Andrew]

I like the flowers.

The flowers are especially nice.

Sixteen more hours.

Do you want a turn?

- This is nice.

- Must I paint you a picture

About the way that I feel

- You know my love for you

is strong, girl

- Love is strong

- You know my love for you is real

- Love is real

Oh, my God.

Aah!

Sure and pure

- [Continues]

- Is Andrew here?

Yeah. You should see him.

He's wearing a suit. I think

he got it from his Bar Mitzvah.

[Sighs]

What's gonna happen

with you guys?

I don't know.

I'm not sure I want it

to go anywhere.

You know.

It is Andrew.

- You were obsessed with Andrew.

- I was.

- Right. You were.

- Turn around.

[Exhales]

Have you seen Frank?

Is he alone?

No, he had some, um,

very weird guy with him.

Oh, Rick.

Good. Good.

Come here.

[Exhales]

- Must I paint you a picture

- Wow.

= About the way that I feel

- You don't look fine.

- I don't?

- No, you look beautiful.

My love for you

is strong, girl

- You know my love for you is real

- Are you ready?

- I'm wearing a shower curtain.

- I won't tell anyone.

Must I paint you a picture

About the way that I feel

- You know my love for you

is strong, girl

- Love is strong

- You know my love for you is real

- Love is real

Must I paint you a picture

About the way that I feel

- You know my love for you

is strong, girl

- Love is strong

- You know my love for you is real

- Love is real

Must I paint you a picture

About the way that I feel

[Country Pop]

As I wait for sleep

to drag me under

In the evening gloom

I sit and wonder

Words I should have said

to you

The things I always

meant to do

The bad dreams

all came true

You woke up my neighborhood

Night after night

we would row

You woke up my neighborhood

Things are pretty quiet

'round here now

When I think of how

we were together

You know we couldn't

be like that forever

Beneath the seven

sisters stars

The night we let it

go too far

I slept out in the car

You woke up my neighborhood

Night after night

we would row

You woke up my neighborhood

Things are pretty quiet

'round here now

I remember skipping

'round the porch

Till it grew cold

I remember feelin'

like I was

Eight years old

Somersaults

across the lawn

Singin; dancin'

Up till dawn

Every now and then

we'd have a row

You woke up my neighborhood

Things are pretty quiet

'round here now

You woke up my neighborhood

Night after night

we would row

You woke up my neighborhood

Things are pretty quiet

'round here now

You woke up my neighborhood

Night after night

we would row

You woke up my neighborhood

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