David, sounding aghast:
Are you smoking pot?
Claire:
Yeah. Want some?
David:
YEAH.
When a baby goes, that's a lot of dead
hope.
Setup: Nate sees a roomful of children that
could have been his. A young boy is speaking
to him.
I know the secret to everything. But
you'll never know. Because you killed it.
Brenda's mother to Claire:
Are you sick, dear? Or are you always this
deathly pale?
David:
How did I do?
Nate:
Are you kidding? You kicked some serious ass,
you freak!
Ruth Fisher:
Do you think I'm a control freak?
Claire:
Um, yeah.
David:
It's Fisher & Sons. Sometimes you
have to be the bad cop.
Nate:
But you're so good at it.
Mr. Jones
We spent close to a year apart. That
time's like a hole in me now.
Ruth Fisher:
I am surrounded by these relics of a life
that no longer exists!
Nate:
I'm not your father. It wasn't my job
not to abandon you.
Claire:
This whole experience grows more and more
irritating.
Sex can be wonderful even without an orgasm.
That is such a crock of shit.
#7
David:
I wish I could tell you where Nate is, but I
have no idea.
Brenda:
That's ok, I can exist without him.
Ruth Fisher:
I don't know why I was so nervous. For
heaven's sake, I gave birth to those
people.
priest:
Why should he be happy? How happy are you?
#5
Nate:
This is Brenda. My... uh, my girlfriend.
Brenda:
I prefer the term fuck-puppet.
You can't take advantage of my age, boy.
I'll kick your ass!
customer:
Hey, little girl. You ain't fooling
nobody.
Claire:
Great. Thanks. I'll work on that.
Brenda:
Did you fuck him?
Claire:
No.
Brenda:
Well, dodged a bullet there.
Claire:
Is every man alive a total asshole?
Brenda:
At some time or another. Then again, so are
we.
#4
Ruth:
We can live without air conditioning. Plenty
of people do.
David:
Yeah, people in the third world.
Nate:
Where's Claire?
Ruth Fisher:
School. I hope.
Powerful:
My name is Powerful...
We've got mad cash...
Frederico:
Where ya from, as in what gang I belong to?
Yeah, I'll tell you what gang I belong to.
The gang that's gonna help you bury your
friend. The gang that's gonna be there for
you and your cholos when every other fucking
home doesn't want to deal with your
tired-ass bullshit. Your friend is dead, man.
Now do you want me to help you, or do you
wanna go heads-up?
Nate:
David, we are so white. If we step in, we
will totally fuck up.
Ruth Fisher:
Language!
Nate:
You know the night Dad died, Claire was high
on crystal meth?
David:
Oh my god. Isn't that a horse
tranquilizer?
Nate:
NO. It's speed. Really nasty speed, it
makes you crazy.
Ruth:
If there are things you don't want me to
hear, go talk about them in another room.
Paco to David:
Hey, how come you don't call your bone
daddy?
Paco, looking at himself in the
suit:
Hey. Bury me naked, please.
Brenda:
What's the matter with you today?
Nate:
Nothing. I've just got a lot on my mind.
I don't want to bore you with it.
Brenda:
*kisses him on the cheek* Thank you. *long
pause* Come here.
Nate:
Why?
Brenda:
Just do it.
Brenda:
You channel other people's pain. You know
that?
Nate:
My father called it a gift.
Brenda:
It is a gift.
Paco:
For 20 years I lived my life like a man. When
you gonna start?
Mother:
Be careful with him. He's a lot more
fragile than he'd care to think.
Brenda:
Aren't we all?
#3
Ruth, out of the blue:
Are you bulemic? Is that what we're going
to have to deal with now?
Claire:
Mom, evidently you want a child with
an eating disorder.
David:
Fine. Sell. What do I care?
Nate:
Do you mean it?
David:
Sure. Let's just invalidate my entire
life.
Nate:
Great. I'll call Kroner and let them know
we accepted their offer.
Claire:
You know what I wish? I wish that, just once,
people wouldn't act like the cliches they
are.
Nathanial Fisher:
What are you doing? YOu have a gift. You can
help people. Fine. Go back to peddling soy
milk and nailing waitresses. What do I care,
I'm dead.
Ruth Fisher:
Ok. I'm a terrible mother and I'm
responsible for all of your problems. Happy?
Nate:
My whole life, I've been a tourist. Now I
have the chace to do something good, intead of
just sucking up air.
Nate:
You know, I didn't just decide to stay in
Los Angelas because of the business. I had
another reason.
Brenda:
Oh, please. Don't ruin this. I've got
such a nice buzz going.
Nate:
It was you.
Brenda:
Nate, get serious.
Nate:
It's true!
Brenda:
No, it's not. You're staying here
because you found something that you want to
do. I am the extra bonus that probably
won't work out.
Nate:
Sometimes your honesty gets really tiresome.
Brenda:
I don't want any children.
Nate:
Who said anything about children?
Brenda:
I was referring to you.
Ruth Fisher:
No matter what you do, you end up alone, not
knowing who you are or what you really want.
Keith:
Maybe I can help. I'm a cop. That's
what I do.
David:
You find feet?
Keith:
Most of the men I meet -- well, they kind of
just want me to be one thing.
Claire:
What? Like Big Black Sex Cop? 'Sorry I
was speeding, officer, I guess you'll have
to punish me now?'
Keith:
Yeah, and I don't want to be that. Rent a
video. David, he gets me. When someone sees
you as you really are and wants to be with you
-- that's powerful.
Claire to Nate:
You're not my father. If you need a
project, get a dog!
#2
Brenda:
We're all wounded. We carry our wounds
around with us all of our life, and eventually
they kill us. Things happen that leave a mark
in space and time. In us.
Nate:
I'm sure this is all deep and profound,
but I get enough death at home. You're
supposed to be my haven away from all that.
Brenda:
*smiles* I'm not supposed to be anything.
Claire:
Great, I have to miss another day of school?
What am I, like some poor knocked-up Victorian
waif who has to stay hidden from view.
Ruth:
Fine. Go to school. Stay out all night. Live
in the streets. See if I care.
Claire:
Was she like this when you were growing up?
Nate:
No, not really, but she was well on her way.
Claire:
Why are you still here, anyway? Why don't
you go back to Seattle?
Nate:
Because I would miss the joyful sense of
belonging that I get here.
Claire to Gabriel:
Don't your skanks need to be walked?
Angel lust.
Brenda:
Tell me about yourself. Like this is our
first date and we never had sex before I knew
your name.
Nate:
I'm not that guy with you.
Brenda:
Who are you?
Nate:
I dunno. Somebody new.
Nate:
Well you obviously liked some guy enough to
have his name burned into your flesh.
Brenda:
I would have done a lot more than that for
him.
#1
Ruth Fisher:
Forget that you'll give yourself cancer
and die a slow, lingering death; you'll
stink up the new hearse!
Ruth Fisher:
There's been an accident. The new hearse
is totaled. Your father is dead. Your father
is dead and my pot roast is ruined.
Nate:
So, you ever gonna tell me your name?
Brenda:
Probably not.
Nate:
Why not?
Brenda:
Because I'm a realist.
Claire:
No. I'm not kidding. This is actually
happening. And now I'm high on crack!
Gabriel:
Crystal.
Claire:
Whatever! So I guess this whole hellish
experience I'm about to go through is just
going to burn a little brighter now, right?
Great! Thank you! Fuck!!!
Brenda:
So, what do you want to talk about? The
weather? Or the fact that we just both fucked
a perfect stranger; and that we both lied when
we said we never did that.
Nate to Claire:
Look. I have to go identify our dead
father's body. I'm sorry you're
having a bad drug experience, but deal with
it!
Nate:
I don't know if I can handle this.
Brenda:
Well, you're about to find out. I wish
you the best, Nate. Good bye.
Claire to Nate:
What the hell is this? You're not my
father. Look, you split as soon as you could,
you don't even know me, so don't start
thinking you can tell me what to do, ok?
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Brenda:
Are you familiar with the psychological term
projection?
Nate:
Are you familiar with the psychological term
blow me? Come on, you're up with
all of that psychobabble. Rebelled against it
every chance you got, still do, and that
includes having sex with strangers in broom
closets at airports.
Brenda:
And you think you're not easy to read?
Coasting by on your looks and charm isn't
working like it used to, but you have no idea
what else to do, because you never had to
learn. Any woman with half a brain looks at a
guy like you and says, good for a hot
fuck, but believe me, that's it.
Grocery boy:
You hafta pay for that cantaloupe.
Claire:
You fuck off!!!
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Claire:
What? At least you got out of here.
Nate:
I live in a shitty apartment, which was
supposed to be temporary; I work at a job,
which was also supposed to be temporary until
I figured out what I really wanted to do with
my life, which apparently is nothing; I have
lots of sex but I haven't had a
relationship last more than a couple of
months; and I don't even have the
self-discipline to floss daily! I've had
four root canals. Four. I'm 35 and
I've had four root canals.
Claire:
I'm just trying to cheer you up.
Nate:
I've spent my whole fucking life being
cheerful.
woman:
I'm sorry about your father, but he's
in a much better place.
Nat., loudly:
You are so right about
that!!! [The woman walks away. He turns
to Claire, who is mortified.] Who the hell is
that?
David:
You wanna be the alpha dog, Nate, is that it?
Coasting towards midlife with nothing to show
for it, and now you want to come back and be
the rock for this family to lean on? Fuck you.
David:
You had a responsibility to this family, and
you ran away from it, and you left it all for
me...
Nate:
Whoa! Don't blame me if you're not
living the life that you want. That is
nobody's fault but your own.
David:
Ok. Fine. But do me a favor, ok? You got out.
Now stay out.
David:
Look, I really want to hit somebody right
now, and it might as well be you! *he stalks
off*
Matthew Gillardi:
I'll call you! When you've had some
time to recover from your loss.
Brenda:
So, how's it going?
Nate:
Oh, it's great, great. My father is dead,
my mom's a whore, my brother wants to kill
me, and my sister's smoking crack! I think
I'd win. You know, four days ago, I was a
relatively happy guy. Now I don't even
know who that guy was. I'm a fucking mess,
if you want to know the truth. But I think
you're already aware of that.
Brenda:
Well, here's my number if you ever want
to go out on a real date -- you know, where
you buy me dinner before I put out?
Nate:
Uh-huh.
Brenda:
Maybe I'm one of those women that meets a
man who seems emotionally conflicted, no
relationship skills, and I figure Hey!
Works for me!
Nate:
You know, I don't even live here, right?
I live in Seattle.
Brenda:
See, that just makes you more attractive.
Nate:
Well, I also happen to be a serial rapist. I
have 10 nurses buried under my house.
Brenda:
Now you're making me wet.
