Weather Girl Page #9

Until she could barely stand up

from the pain

While our father

sat on the couch all day

Doing nothing

but pass judgments.

Wait a minute.

Who else does that, Walt?

Let me think--Uh-oh.

You know who else does that?

You do that, Walt.

So while I may be a huge

disappointment to our mother,

I take solace in the fact

That wherever

that son of a b*tch is,

He is probably really proud

Of the fine young man

you've become.

- [Scoffs]

Okay.

Okay.

You do whatever you want to do,

Sylvia.

[Glass shatters]

- Sh*t.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I just talked to Walt.

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

No, I'm fine, thanks.

It's just, you know.

You know me and Walt.

We're always bickering.

- Yeah, that didn't sound

like bickering.

- Um, well,

I'm kind of running late, so...

- right, so you're going back

to the morning show?

- Considering it.

- And the guy?

You're, uh, you're gonna

go out with him?

- Mm-Hmm.

- The haircut?

- Yeah, I--Can we talk about

this later, please?

- Yeah, well, you will have

already gone out with him later,

So that talk will be moot.

- Byron, don't act like this,

okay?

- Act like this?

Act like what?

I'm not acting.

You're acting.

I'm just reacting here.

- We had a deal,

remember?

We--No emotions.

No commitment, right?

We're just--

We've been having fun.

- Yeah, I remember the deal.

You don't have to tell me

what the deal is

'Cause I remember it, so...

- so what's the problem?

- It's not a problem.

The problem is that

That deal was made,

like, forever ago.

Right?

I mean, this was before

we knew each other

And before we spent

all this time together,

And--And--And we liked

each other, and we had fun,

And--And it was before

I picked you that stupid flower

off the table.

Hey, hey.

We have a good thing here.

I like you.

I don't want you

to see anybody else.

I just--I thought that we had

kind of moved past the deal.

- Well, um...

I haven't felt that--

I haven't felt that way.

- Oh, uh, well...

that's different.

- Look, Byron, listen, I...

- no, um,

I was mistaken.

[Laughs]

Um, God, I just--

I feel so not cool

right now.

I should go.

- Listen to me.

Byron, I--Look,

I like you a lot.

I do.

I just--

We're too different,

you know?

And I need to be

with a grown-Up.

- Right.

Somebody not me.

That's okay.

But I think that

we should stop talking now.

Good luck on your date, though.

- Sylvia?

- Yeah?

- Oh, God, hi, sorry.

Yes, please.

[Wine splashes]

Thank you.

- Where are you?

- I'm here.

I just, you know,

I have a lot on my mind.

That's all.

- Yeah, I'll bet.

I'll bet you're overwhelmed.

I know certainly am.

- Is that right?

- Feel like I've been given

a second chance at happiness.

- Wow, forgive me

if I don't swoon.

- [Chuckles]

I'm serious.

I'm very serious.

Sherry--

Sherry taught me something.

She brought perspective.

Sherry's, um,

she's just a girl.

You're a woman.

And you're the one for me.

- Well, I'm glad dating

A psychotic, obsessive,

self-loathing alcoholic

Made you appreciate

what we had.

- Listen, I know this, okay?

I'm a fool.

But I'm trying to make it right.

- Wait, no.

Oh, God, what am I doing?

- You're right.

You're right.

Let's take it slow.

I'll be here

when you're ready.

I'm not going to screw it up

this time.

- She took the job.

Got a big bonus.

New apartment.

- Okay.

[Acoustic guitar music]

- Sorry, man.

- never seen you

at your wit's end

but I forced you there

and then hoped you'd

find your way back to me

promises were made to you

I never meant to lie

I just never made them true

this heart loves you

this heart breaks for you

my heart hates

what it has put yours through

by beating only

when it has to

it's just not enough,

I know

but I've loved you

more than I could show

- Finally got paid.

- Yeah?

Oh, this is too much.

- No, it's right.

- Sh*t, cool.

You okay?

- [Groans]

I'm kind of hooked on her, man.

- Yeah, I know.

- I just don't get it.

I mean, this has never

happened to me before.

Girls usually like me.

- So what are you gonna do

about it?

- Well, I've started drinking

heavily.

What, man?

What do you want me to do?

Am I supposed to go out

and run out into the rain

And declare my undying love

and devotion?

Yeah, why don't I make it

just a little more awkward?

You know what?

She knows.

What am I supposed to say?

You know, "Hey, Sylvia, um,

I'm into you."

And then she'll say,

"Um, Byron, I thought we

already talked about this.

I told you that

I'm not that into you."

And then I'll be, like,

"No, no, no, no, no,

"You don't get it.

I'm really, really into you."

And then she'll be, like,

"Oh, my God.

"I-I totally didn't even realize

what you were saying before.

"I was so confused,

but now, now I get it

"Because now that you've told me

"That you're really,

really into me,

"Now that I have that

little piece of information,

"Everything changes.

"I have all these feelings

for you,

"And all of a sudden,

I am so totally really,

really into you too, wow."

- Whatever.

- No, "Whatever" you, dude.

What am I supposed to do?

She chose the tool, okay?

That's what she wants.

You know what?

She wants the money

and the security

And the grown-Upness,

And I don't have any of it,

all right?

And you know that.

And I wish you would stop

pushing me into it

Just so you could watch me

go down in flames.

- You know what?

If you don't take it

as far as you can go,

You don't deserve her.

All right?

Do you love her?

- What difference

does that make, man?

- Do you love her?

Don't be a p*ssy,

just tell me.

Do you love her?

[Romantic music]

[Knocking at door]

- Knock, knock.

- Another flower.

- Oh, you look amazing.

- Thanks.

I don't feel it.

- Yeah, just nerves.

You get like this

before every show.

You know that,

always have.

- Yeah, no, I know.

You're right.

- I know I'm right.

I'm not always right.

One thing I do know is you.

I know you.

I'm so glad you're back

in my life, Sylvia.

I love you.

You know that.

- Well, isn't this cute?

- I'll see you out there, kid.

Hey, Walt.

- D*ckhead.

- Nice, Walt.

Really classy.

- Oh, I'm supposed to be nice

to him now?

I mean, just 'cause you're

a complete idiot,

I don't know why I have to be.

- Great, my brother's trying

to pick a fight with me

Moments before

I go on live television.

- Goddamn right; your brother

dragged his ass up at 5:00 A.M.

So he could come tell you

what an a**hole you're being.

- Walt, don't start.

- I'm started, all right?

What are you doing here, huh?

What?

Why did you take this job back?

Why are you letting

the guy who cheated on you

Kiss your head?

- God, stop it.

Don't even try to be the

moral authority with me, Walt.

I know you.

- And I know you.

- Sylvia, you're on

in two minutes.

- Okay.

- Look, you know, if you really

wanted Dale the a**hole,

You wouldn't be feeling

so gross about all this.

- God, this is my life here,

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