Six Feet Under (2001–2005): Season 2, Episode 9 - Someone Else's Eyes - full transcript

Vance, I don't know what's wrong with me.
I've got no fucking appetite lately.

- That's a sign of depression.
- Really?

Oh, yeah. I've been reading up on it.

Ever since my wife's hysterectomy,
she's been real down in the dumps.

Loss of appetite, loss of sex drive...

feelings of hopelessness and despair,
no energy. All of which she has.

I only got the loss of appetite thing.

You know what is depressing?

My wife's cooking. Here.

What the fuck is that? It looks like cat shit.

I think it is cat shit.



She's fucking useless in the kitchen.
She always has been.

- At least your wife still fucks you.
- Thank God.

If she didn't do that, I'd have to kill her.

Shit!

Oh, fuck!

Fuck me.

This is fucked!

Fucking fuck!

- It's kind of beautiful, isn't it?
- Yeah, it's way beautiful.

You add the sunset factor, it'll be perfect.

There's horseshit everywhere.

So?

So isn't it gonna mess up your white dress?

Yeah, like I'm gonna wear a white dress.



Besides, if we exchange vows
surrounded by horseshit...

it'd be kind of fitting.

Meaning you think us getting married
is a shitty idea?

Meaning we're going into this open-eyed,
shit and all.

And hopefully,
my mother will step in some of it.

Or even better, fall face first into it, and then
it really will be the happiest day of my life.

Are you sure you want to marry me?
We can still call it off.

Of course I want to marry you.

But I could die, Bren.

I mean, I could die any day.
I could die any moment.

Yeah, and I couldn't?

Yeah, we're all gonna die, I know...

but the chances of it actually happening
are significantly higher for me.

That's just a fucking fact.
And the last thing I want...

is for you to marry me
because you feel sorry for me.

You really think I'd do that?

You've made enough sacrifices in your life
without having to go through some...

I'm marrying you because I love you.

You're the first man I thought I could
stand to spend the rest of my life with.

Or the rest of your life,
if it's tragically cut short or whatever.

You're not some car I want to trade in
because it has faulty transmission.

Jesus, do you really think I'm that shallow?

Of course not.

All we have is this moment...

right here, right now.

The future is just a fucking concept
that we use...

to avoid being alive today.

So...

be here...

now.

So why do we need
to get married at all then?

So we can rack up all that free shit from
all my mother's wealthy friends, that's why.

Hey, I know this really cool rabbi
who can possibly do our wedding.

- A rabbi?
- Yeah.

- Why would you even go there?
- You are half-Jewish.

Yeah, I'm also half-Catholic.
So you wanna invite the Pope?

It's a marriage. It's a sacred occasion.

You'd rather have
just some civil servant there?

Personally, I think the two of us
should be enough to make it sacred.

Hey, did you sleep okay?

No.

I finally dozed off around 5:00.

Keith, go back to bed.

I'm not gonna sleep anymore, believe me.

Maybe you should talk to your doctor
about medication.

Yeah, drugs, that's the answer.

You're right. Suffering when you don't
have to, that's much more constructive.

- Idiot.
- Fuck you.

Is there any more coffee?

I really don't think you should be drinking
caffeine when your sleep is so erratic.

Suit yourself.

Bitch.

Taylor left her gummy vitamins.

Big surprise. She hated those.

I should run these over to Karla.

Okay, no. Karla can get her more vitamins.
You could probably use a little space now.

Yeah, well, I need to make sure
Karla's staying clean.

You need to take care of yourself
right now, okay?

That's what you're for.

I see. So, basically, I just exist to serve you.

Well, yeah.

- You're gonna make me late for work.
- That's your problem.

There are two chicken-salad sandwiches
in here. They're for your lunch.

And don't eat them before noon...

because you'll have to wait
until I get home from work to eat again.

What are these things supposed to be?

Have a nice day.

Are we really supposed to believe
Britney Spears is a virgin?

Why exactly are we supposed to care?

I'd like for you to do me a favor
and check on Nikolai when you get home.

I won't be home until late.

- Parker and I have plans.
- I thought you and Parker had a falling-out.

We made up.

I figured it was better to have a loser
for a friend than to have no friends at all.

Well, what are you doing with her?

We're going to the Getty.

Do you think I'm an idiot?

No, of course not.

It's not like I'm lying
to cover up my drug habit.

I'm lying to get out of having to empty
the bedpan of the man you're sleeping with.

I don't feel I should have to do that.

For God's sake,
that's not what I'm asking you to do.

Good.

You have absolutely no idea
how easy you have it.

Please tell me you're not gonna start talking
about your legless grandmother again.

I pity you, Claire.

You are under the mistaken impression
that life owes you something.

Well, you're in for
some very harsh surprises.

Sorry I'm late. Traffic was unbelievable.
Are they here yet?

Yeah, they're waiting in the Wisteria Room.

- Dave, I've got something I need to ask you.
- What?

What's with the red face?

Keith and I were fooling around,
and, well, he hadn't shaved.

You big whore.

- Is it really bad?
- No.

Actually, it's bright red.
It's red as a baboon's ass.

Oh, my God! I look like a burn victim.

What I wanted to ask was
if you'd be best man at my wedding.

- Of course I will.
- Excellent.

- All right, you ready to roll?
- Yeah.

Good Lord.

So, Dad already took care of everything?

It's all specified in the pre-need contract.

For the viewing,
he's chosen a Parliament casket...

followed by a cremation and internment
at Cedar Grove...

in the remaining chamber
of a prayer-level double crypt.

- With Mom?
- Harriet Mitchell Garrison?

That's her.

So there's nothing for us to do.

All you have to do is show up.

Okay.

Oh, my God!

I feel so awful.

I can't remember
the last time that I saw him.

Honey, it's okay.

He knew we loved him.

I can give you the number
of a great dermatologist.

- What up, Uncle Keith?
- Hey, you forgot these at my house.

I hate these nasty old things.

- They're good for you.
- I like the Flintstones.

Shouldn't you be in school?

Mama's sick. I'm staying home today
to take care of her.

Hey. Don't come too close to me.
I got the flu.

You got the flu.
Have you been to see the doctor?

I ain't paying nobody's doctor $100
just to tell me to stay in bed. Fuck that shit.

- You don't have a temperature.
- Are you sure?

Maybe you should stick a thermometer
up my ass.

Go play in your room.

No, honey, Taylor. You stay here.
Mama needs you.

Go.

You've got a choice to make.

You can either let me
check you into a drug rehab...

I already told you. I went to rehab
in Oakland. I am clean. What the fuck?

I'll call the station, we'll search this house,
and if we find anything...

you'll face charges. You got that?
It's your choice.

You sound just like Daddy, you know that?
You know that?

You done gone and turned into Daddy!
What are you gonna do next?

Slap me so hard I can't hear out of one ear
for the next day-and-a-half?

You remember that?

It's your choice, Karla.

God damn it.

You need help. I can get you help.

I'll find you the best help there is.
I swear to you I will.

I said okay.

Okay, but it has to be outpatient.
I'm not leaving Taylor again. So...

No major facial damage. That's a plus.

I'm gonna have to do some major plug-ins
on the top of the head here, though.

It's a good thing he's not bald.

Why's that?

It'd be a little hard to wig him...

since everybody remembered him
with his head all nice and shiny, you know?

Hello?

Oh, for Christ's sake!

I gotta swing by Appleby
and pick up the Parliament.

- You probably need some help with that.
- Not really.

Yes, really.

Hello? Anyone!

Please, I'm so bored.

That's not my problem, pal.

- He's gotta be driving you crazy.
- Not at all.

Actually, our relationship
has reached a whole new level.

How so?

Well, it's not just about the sex anymore.

There's more intimacy.
He's letting his guard down.

He's allowing me to see him
at his most vulnerable.

Well, that's great, cupcake.

Clarify one thing for me.
He is bedridden, right?

Hello? Who is there?

Can you help me?

That depends on what you want.

I ate already my lunch, and I am starving.
I cannot walk.

She is my favorite, this one. Such a bitch.

She would be a wildcat in love I think.

She's the kind that leaves scratch marks
all over your body.

Yeah, but she's, like, 60.

Doesn't matter. Besides, I think she's Latin.

They're always hot-blooded.

- What kind of sandwich this is?
- Pork.

It is not so good. Needs salt.

- Lf you don't like it, I'll eat it.
- No, I will eat.

It was supposed to be mine anyway.

- What happened to your face?
- It's none of your fucking business, pal.

Okay.

Sorry.

I don't understand. I'm his wife.

He should be buried with me.

Well, unfortunately,
he stipulated in his pre-need contract...

that he was to be buried
with his former wife.

That's gotta be a mistake. He must've made
those arrangements before he married me.

This is dated October of '98.

I never even knew he had done this.

Neither did his daughters.

God, I'm sure they just love it, though.

They've always hated me.

They thought their daddy
was too good for me.

And apparently, so did he.

I'm sure that's not true.

So this thing's all signed, sealed,
and paid for?

There's no recourse for me.

Well, actually, it hasn't been paid in full.

Really?

You know, he did leave everything to me...

and I hope you don't think I'm gonna
be paying for such a blatant slap in my face.

What the hell is Mom doing in Belize?

She's on some sort of cruise
for the recently separated.

Maybe it's for people
who want to quit smoking.

What a freak.

I'm fine with water.

Have you spoken to Dad?

Yeah, right.

So what's with you living with her?

Well, it sure beats the hospital.

You know, Bren, I still go in
three times a week to see Dr. Hanover.

She's great.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, she's a total genius.

She's helped me look at a lot of my shit.

That's good.

Yeah.

So, how's Nate?

He's not so great.

He was recently diagnosed
with this brain condition...

and he's had a couple of seizures, actually.

He could have a stroke.

Shit!

- That sucks.
- Yeah.

Well, now I know why you're marrying him.

Fuck you!

Wow, that hit a nerve. Must be true.

No, I'm just a little surprised
at how randomly cruel you can be.

I guess I'd forgotten
what a kick you get out of that.

See, this is what you do.

You invalidate anything I say
that might challenge your authority.

You learned it from Mom.

The same way that you learned
to explain everything to me...

- like I'm an idiot from Dad.
- No, I learned that from you.

Apparently you're still angry at me
for committing you.

No. That was the best thing
that could have happened to me.

Then why wouldn't you see me...

or take my calls or e-mail?

Because Dr. Hanover suggested...

that I might be able
to do more constructive work...

if I cut things off with you for a while.

Because you have contributed a lot
to my pathology.

- You have a medical condition.
- It's not just about pharmaceuticals.

I never developed any functional way
to deal with the world...

because you kept me from it.

I've done a real number on you.

You were always there, looking out for me,
protecting me, being strong for me.

I never learned how to take care of myself.

I mean, shit, Brenda,
I've never even had a real girlfriend.

I never let you have a girlfriend?
That's really...

You fucking asshole!

I thought we could have
a rational discussion.

How dare you blame me for that, Billy?

I'm not saying that you did it on purpose.

But I do think we need
to disengage from each other...

because our relationship is really toxic.

Okay.

And I don't know how long it needs to last.

Probably a very long time.

Maybe.

Anyway...

I have somewhere I have to be,
but thank you for the grub.

- Hey, you look nice.
- Thanks.

Where you going?

- To meet a friend.
- Billy Chenowith?

Yeah.

I don't think you should be seeing him.

I'll just file that under
"couldn't possibly matter less."

He can be dangerous.

I can take care of myself, Nate.

Okay. Are you armed,
in case he pulls a knife on you?

- How much time have you spent with him?
- How much time have you spent with him?

Enough to know he isn't
a drooling psychopath. He's got a disease.

He went through a period
where he went off his medication...

because he was fucked up
and in denial about it.

It's under control now. Sound familiar?

It was very slow at work today.

It is because I wasn't there.

- You and Robbie are lazy.
- That is not true.

Why, just today I reorganized the ribbons,
I cleaned the inside of the cash register...

and I spent a couple of hours
looking at the books.

- That is not your job.
- No, and it's apparently not yours, either.

I've never seen a messier,
more incoherent bookkeeping system.

I thought my husband was bad.

I don't want you messing with my books.

This is my personal finances.
None of your business.

May I remind you
that I've been paying your medical bills?

I will pay back.

You're gonna be in big trouble
if you get audited.

- That bullshit.
- Language.

So, listen, I really wanted to thank you.

For what?

For being the only person
who kept in touch with me...

while I was in
the home for the tragically inappropriate.

Are you kidding me?

Your e-mails were totally brilliant.
I saved them all.

It was the only thing that kept me going.

I know I would never have given me
a second chance...

after the way I treated you
the first time we met.

- So, no word from Gabe at all?
- Nada.

Which is fine.
Like, seriously, good riddance.

It was so obvious he was never gonna
take charge of his life, you know?

Well, it's hard. Few people ever do.

Yeah, but most people are able
to avoid becoming drug-addict criminals.

Yeah, most people.

Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?

I'm not sure. Why?

Well, I need some help with this project...

and there's not really anybody else
I can ask.

- Okay.
- Yeah?

Cool.

We're back with our exclusive visit...

with one of the year's happiest and sexiest
couples, David and Keith Fisher-Charles.

So guys, tell me, how do you do it?

- Well, Leeza, it takes a lot of work.
- It's not that much work.

He's right. We've done all the work.

I think people don't appreciate
how important that is.

No, they really don't.

- Now, you've got kids. How many?
- Two.

- And we're talking about a third.
- Yeah, we're talking about a third.

I think the key is to do everything together...

from PTA meetings
to the White Party in Palm Springs.

Togetherness is the key.
We're a partnership. We're a team.

- How long have I been asleep?
- About an hour I think.

Shit.

I'm never gonna get back to sleep tonight.

Why didn't you wake me up?

Because you're totally sleep-deprived.
You should take it where you can get it.

- Are you staying here tonight?
- I was planning on it.

- Would you rather I didn't?
- Maybe... I don't know.

Maybe we're moving a little too fast.

Okay. I can go home.

I mean, it's just that
we've spent the last six nights together.

Yeah, sure, no problem.

Call me tomorrow.

What?

- It's what our father wanted.
- No, it's what you want.

- Because you've never liked me.
- Well, you got that right.

You couldn't control your father
when he was alive...

and now you're trying to do it
when he's dead.

It was his decision.

There is a significant unpaid balance
on the account.

We'll pay for it!

Take money from them,
you'll hear from my attorney.

I really don't think that's necessary.

No? I gave the last six years of my life
to that man...

and contrary
to what these stupid bitches think...

I really did love him,
and I will not be humiliated like this!

Well, if you do not follow
our father's instructions exactly...

you'll hear from our attorney.

- Who used to work for Disney.
- Bring it on, ferret face!

- Fuck you, you gold-digging slut!
- How dare you!

There are naked pictures of you
on the Internet. My son showed them to me.

Shut up, all of you! Shut the fuck up!

Jesus Christ, a man died.

Your husband. Your father.

He lived a life, and now he's dead.

Show some respect.

And if you really loved him,
and I believe you did...

you'll give him what he wanted.

If you don't, then you never
really loved him. It's as simple as that.

Thank you.

And if I so much as get a phone call
from anybody's lawyer...

we'll give the body back...

and the three of you can tear him to pieces
like fucking jackals if you want to.

It's not your decision.

God!

Oh, my God.

Hey, I'm right here, okay?

It's okay.

What happened to me, Keith?

I used to be okay.

I used to be able to live
without all this sadness...

without all this...

- never having any hope.
- You're here, aren't you?

And my baby...

she's so precious.

I am such a bad mother.

Hey, look at me. No, you're not.

I've seen worse. Believe me, I have.

None of it's her fault.

She doesn't deserve this.

Look, let's just put it all behind you, okay?

I wish we could just start over.

- Nate, hi.
- What are you doing here?

I'm just...

Remember when I told you about that movie
producer who was looking for a vegan chef?

I finally caved in and took the job.

- Cool.
- Yeah, finally sold out.

- So, you live here now?
- Well, the Palisades.

Since when?

Since right after Christmas.

I didn't want to bother you.
You have a whole new life and all.

Lisa, come on, we're friends.

There's a great juice bar here.
Let's get caught up, okay?

Okay.

"Of all the lies we're fed, on which we gorge
in our comfort-addicted world...

"none is more insidious
than the lie of romance.

"The seductive but infantile notion...

"that somewhere there exists someone
to complement us in every way.

"Someone who will make us complete.

"Of course, this illusion...

"keeps us from ever being complete
in and of ourselves...

"and eventually encourages us...

"to despise our shortcomings, our flaws...

"everything in which our humanity lies.

"Our humanity, without which, of course...

"we are nothing."

It's strange. I mean, she's a strict vegan...

but she drinks like a fish
and she does a lot of blow.

But she's nice to me, and I needed to make
some real money for a change.

So, what's new with you?

Well, not much.
Same old same old, you know.

- How's Brenda?
- She's great. We're...

We're engaged.

- You're kidding.
- Yeah, I know, it's...

- What about you? You seeing anybody?
- No, not really.

By the way, I'm pregnant.

- Wow, that's great!
- Yeah. Five months.

She's a kicker.

Don't worry.
I don't expect anything from you.

- I don't expect anything at all.
- Lisa, I don't...

Don't you remember when you came
to Seattle last August and you fucked me?

Then you left the next day
like it didn't mean a goddamn thing?

It did mean something to you
'cause you were crying like a baby.

That's not the reason I was crying.

You were crying 'cause you knew
you were home. Because you missed me.

Because you knew that you and I
should be together. Then you fucked me.

Then you chickened out the next day
and I saw you for exactly who you are:

A coward who was never going to own up
to the way he really felt about me.

How could you not tell me about this?

Because we already went through this
once before.

But this time, I'm gonna do it.
I'm gonna have it without you.

I don't know...

Congratulations, you know,
on the whole getting married thing.

- She must be out of her fucking mind.
- Just give me...

Don't.

Come on in.

All right, let me show you.

You can put your purse down if you like.

Here it is.

This is your focus, and this is your zoom.

That's pretty much it.

So here you go.

You'll get a feel for it.

Okay, what do you want me to do?

Just, you know, follow your instincts.
Relax. Don't think about yourself at all.

- I know that's impossible for a 1 7- year-old.
- Eighteen.

What you don't know is you're
going to be 18 for the rest of your life.

I've tried to do self-portraits before...

but they always turn out so contrived,
like I'm trying to be some version of myself.

So fucking juvenile.

And I really want to see it, you know?

I want to.

I need to see what I've done.

And I think it really is impossible
for somebody to see themselves.

You need someone else's eyes.

I need somebody else to see me.

Somebody who isn't Brenda.

She sees things a little too darkly.

I mean, I don't need any help going there.

Besides, I've looked through her eyes
enough for one lifetime, you know.

What are you seeing?

I'm on your scar, really close up.

What does it look like?

Like the surface of the moon.

That's good.

That's the thing about Narcissus.

It's not that he's so fucking in love
with himself, because he isn't at all.

Fucking hates himself.

It's that without that reflection
looking back at him...

he doesn't exist.

Billy, are you okay?

Yeah. Don't be freaked out. This is good.
This is exactly what I needed to happen.

I'm fucking crying.

Oh, God, I'm sorry, this is intense.
You can go.

It's okay, I'll be all right, I swear.

- Nikolai?
- I told you, he's not here.

Where is Nikolai?

- He's not in today. Can I help you?
- Where is he?

He's at home.

No. There is no one at his house.

- Who are you?
- I'm a friend of his.

I have something for him.

- I need to know where he is.
- He's in the hospital.

He was robbed and beaten up
and the police are investigating.

You tell...

You tell Nikolai...

that Yuri says he is sorry...

and hopes he will be better very soon.

I take this for my mother.

Way to go, buddy boy.

Nice to know
you're not shooting blanks, right?

Oh, God, what the fuck am I going to do?

You don't have to do anything.
That's the beauty part.

No, I have to tell Brenda.

No, you don't.

I can't keep something like this from her.
We're getting married.

Not if you tell her, you're not.

You really think she'd stay with you?

My guess is
she's just looking for a way out anyway.

You know, ever since she found about the...

What?

You think she meant everything
she said about sticking with you?

Oh, yeah.

Nothing turns the women on
more than a potentially fatal brain condition.

Try coughing up blood.
I bet you'll be getting laid left and right.

You know, buddy boy,
sometimes you can be a fucking moron.

- I can't.
- Sure you can.

You can get away with anything.
There's shit on me you still don't know.

Things you'll never know.
And let me tell you, you're better off for it.

No, I should tell her. She deserves that.

You want to die alone? Go right ahead.

Oh, my God, it was hallucinatory,
and I'm sorry but it was so...

You know, I could just...
I could feel every inch of my skin.

I could just feel
that I was so goddamn alive.

You know how guys who've been to war
talk about it?

Yeah, like that.
Like I was right in the fucking center of life!

Wow. For a random fuck,
sounds pretty great.

But it wasn't him.
I don't even remember him.

God, what was it?

I've had spontaneous,
anonymous sex before.

Maybe it's just the thrill
of breaking the rules.

You are engaged.

You keep harping on about that. It's not it.

It's not about me and Nate. It's not it at all.

It's about me
not being outside myself for once.

Not watching, not analyzing
every goddamn moment as it happens.

Not holding back. Just becoming...

pure sensation.

Becoming energy. Just becoming nature.

- Sounds pretty great.
- Yeah. Oh, my God!

It was such a fucking rush.

And then I came home and I wrote
a whole 12 pages without stopping.

What if I'm losing my shit?

What if this is the beginning
of some serious mental illness, you know?

Chances are I am genetically predisposed.

Fuck it. That's just me being paranoid.

That's just me being afraid
to be out of control.

As if anybody's ever in control.

I can give you the name of my therapist
if you want to talk to somebody.

No, thanks.

I will never talk to a therapist.

Therapists fucked up my life.
I don't need a fucking therapist.

- Want another beer?
- Sure.

I come to this country with nothing.

My wife was already dead for many years.

My son is dead, too.

And so I come to America. Why not?

I working, cleaning toilets at the studio...

riding bus...

growing potato in the box in the roof.

Bank, they don't want to give me money
to start my business.

So I have to go somewhere else.
What choice do I have?

How much money do you owe them?

I don't know. It keeps changing.

Interest.

- Nikolai, you should call the police.
- Yeah, police.

This is no different than Moscow.

No difference at all.

Keith, are you okay?

No.

What's wrong?

Is it because of the shooting?

No, it is not because of the shooting.

Damn, you're like
a fucking broken record about that.

- What is it then?
- What difference does it make?

Am I not allowed
to feel shitty every now and then?

I just want to help.

Is it because Taylor
isn't living here anymore?

No. You know what?
I'm glad Taylor's not living here anymore.

I didn't ask for the responsibility
of taking care of a child. I don't want it.

I'm glad. I have my life back!

I'm sick and tired of taking care
of everybody else's fucking problems!

Okay.

Oh, God. I'm sorry.

I don't mean to take it out on you.

You can.

I mean, we all need to vent.
That's just part of it, right?

You can tell me to shut the fuck up.

I don't mind, really.

I do miss her.

Me, too.

- You want to have sex?
- Sure.

I want to do it on the floor.

Okay. Let me just put these groceries away.

How was your day?

It was okay. Long.

- You?
- Okay. I got a lot of writing done.

That's good.

Did you eat?

No, I didn't.

Do you want me to fix you something?

No, I'm not hungry.

What's this?

Some book everyone's raving about.

- You met him?
- No, it belongs to my mom.

Oh, God.

Dear friends, it was our Lord Jesus Himself
who said:

"Come to me,
all you who labor and are burdened...

"and I will give you rest."

Let us pray then,
for our brother Dwight Garrison...

that he may rest from his labors and enter...

Nate, are you okay? You don't look well.

Yeah, I just...

didn't sleep a lot last night.

You're taking care of yourself, right?

You're taking your medication,
not letting yourself get too stressed out?

I'm doing my best.

Mrs. Garrison, is there anything we can do?

I just wanted to thank you.

The service is lovely.

I'm pleased you approve.

And I also want to apologize
for the way I behaved yesterday.

I was just...

I'm just so fucking angry.

He shouldn't have died.

He was still young.

We only had six years together.

Only six years.

It's more than some people have.

- It's not enough.
- I know.

I know, it's never enough.

I went to Cedar Grove.

The crypt next to Dwight and his wife's
was empty, so I bought it.

- Really?
- Yeah. I still want to be buried with him.

Or next to him, if that's all I can get.

That's lovely.

I don't want those bitches anywhere near
him, so I bought the one on the other side.

I'd like to come in on Monday
and make all the arrangements in advance...

you know, like he did.

Of course. Any time after 9:00.

Thank you.

Yes, I do have telemarketing experience.

Can you tell me where you're located?

I can't come this morning.
I have a previous appointment.

How about if I come around 2:30?

Okay. Thank you so much.
What's your name?

Thank you, Martha.

Hey, honey. You done? Thanks, baby.

You did real good.

I'll take this to the doctor's office
on my way to my interview...

and we'll need to do this
about twice a week, okay?

Okay. Am I sick?

No, of course not. You're not sick.

I just want to make sure
you don't get sick. Okay?

Okay.

You're such a good girl, you know that?

And Mama loves you very much.

I love you, too, Mama.

I thought you were working till midnight.

They switched my schedule around again.

What have you got in the bag?

These are just some things
I thought I'd keep over here, if that's okay.

Prevacid. I have acid reflux.
I have to take it every night...

so I got an extra prescription filled
so I don't miss it when I stay over.

That's my Night Guard...

so I don't grind my teeth.

Buckwheat pillow. It's hypoallergenic.

Earplugs for when you snore.

- Are you moving in?
- Of course not.

Because I don't remember
discussing you moving in.

I'm not moving in.
Jesus, are you paranoid or what?

'Cause living together,
I'm not sure we're ready for that.

Okay, it's just stuff, Keith.
I still have my own place.

- Would you like me to go there now?
- No, I made dinner.

Oz is on.

Does the term "mixed messages"
mean anything to you?

Come on.

I'm just fucking with you, fool.
I think you should move in.

- Really?
- Yeah. What are we waiting for?

As long as you don't think you're bringing
any of that ugly-ass furniture with you.

What are you doing?

Just making a list
of things I have to do on Monday.

You were right about Billy.

- What happened?
- Nothing. Nothing happened. It's just...

He's just on this
completely different wavelength...

and it's not a wavelength
I want to be anywhere near.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

Good night.

Good night.

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