"Letting Go" "This looks like a nice store." "Hey, stranger." "Has anyone missed me?" "I'll bet nobody even knows I'm gone." " Well, Mr. Spitzer asks about you every day." " Does he?" "Yes." "Well, he did, that is, until he started calling me Lily." "Now he thinks you're still here." "If you're me, then who am I?" "Oh, don't even think about it." "Big sale?" "Yeah." "Dated self-help books, romances, subliterate pulp." "There's just too much stuff-- you know, in my loft, in my car." "Even my clothes are just, you know, stuff." "Clothes aren't just stuff." "It's oppressive." "I want it out." "Maybe I would enjoy bulimia." "Speaking of which, Christie had a dinner meeting... so I thought I'd kidnap you and take you out." "Oh, you know, I don't know." "I made a reservation at that rib place." "Oh, well, I've got income statements..." "from the last quarter." "But what with Dad being dead and all..." "I've fallen behind in revenue matching." "And even though Mr. Spitzer thinks you're still here..." "I still have to do the actual transition..." "with the customers and the vendors and the creditors-  you know." " Got it." "Oh, great." "I made $69 today." "Want to do it another time?" "Sure." "Yeah?" "Thanks." "Judy, it's so weird." "With Daddy gone..." "I feel like I've gone away..." "or something... and I want to be back." "In the bookstore?" "No." "I mean, yeah, if I could afford it." "But I mean my life." "I miss my sister." "Oh, you know..." "I've actually fallen down a rabbit hole myself." "Hey, maybe we could do it tomorrow night?" "Sure." "I have to fend for mysel" "I mean, you know, I'm free." "Okay, great." "Sounds good." "Yeah?" "Thanks." "See you then." " Good night." " Take care." "Say hi to the kids." "I'm sorry." "I--I couldn't just kick her out." "I don't know what to say." "Oh, God, I'm so sorr" "Are you all right?" "I'm so sorry." "I didn't mean to hit you." "What?" "You have no idea." "Not that there's not a lot to say." "There's a lot to say." "Voice mail will pick it up." "I'm working at the studio." "Don't ever tell me you're working at the studio." "Look at you." "How'd you get to be so beautiful, huh?" "Aw, now she's shy." "Yeah." "Look at you." "You look like you're 12, for cryin' out loud." "I thought I knew all your faces, J.B., but I've never seen that one." "You do not know all my faces." " Hey, I want a picture of you." " What do you mean?" "From when you were little." "I want to know all about you." " No." " Yes." "Then I want one of yours." "Are you kidding me?" "I looked like a complete acne-ridden geek." "You can't have mine unless I have yours." "We have ways... of obtaining photographs." "No!" "Oh, no." "I don't want to break the spell." "Sorry." "It got really late." "It's okay." "And then it's always broken for me." "So the reservations are under your name." "I got you a seat on the patio under the good tree." "Oh, and if Phil McDuff calls, put him right through." " Okay." " I've been waiting all day to shatter his self-worth." " Hey, sweetie." " Oh, sorry." "No, don't worry about it." "I'm happy to meet you, Zoe." "Actually, this is my other daughter." "Grace." " Christie." " Oh, sorry." "Oh, and I'm sorry about your granddad, too." "I actually can't stand my grandfather." "Too bad it wasn't him instead." "Thanks." "Oh, you know, I can't wear my hair back like that." "It makes my ears stick out." "Yeah, my boyfriend says it makes me look too..." "Fiona." "What's wrong with that?" "Thank you." "Have a good." "Bye." "You just made my day." "Who's Fiona?" "Fiona Apple." "Oh, I knew that." "I was just checking." "I know Fiona Apple." "It's okay, Mom." "So, can we do this?" "Let's do it in here." "Come on." "I don't understand why I have to do this interview." "Because I have to interview ten people." "Because global warming starts with individual decisions." " Oh, are you going to tell me I shouldn't be driving an S.U.V. again?" " Yes." " When is Earth Day over?" " Mom..." "Interview your dad." "I am interviewing Dad." "Oh, honey." "Mom, it's okay." "Please." " Have you talked to him since" " Mom." "Sweetie, when someone your age learns something like that... it can be incredibly" "Mom, please don't freak out." "I just" "The thing with my dad and Tiffany?" "Honestly?" "I'd just rather not think about it." "Not because, like, I don't want to think about it... but because it's not that different... from the way you imagine your parents having sex... you just don't want to think about it." "Did you take something?" "Nothing works." "I'm fine." "Keep going." "I'm just saying I don't know what to do." "It's between her and her father... and whatever I have to say is tainted because..." "Because." "So don't do anything." "Yeah, but she's gone through so much." "She's not even over her grandfather dying." "Are you sure you're not confusing her with yourself?" "You know." "Father dying, new job, divorce... rocky times with a temperamental boyfriend." "I just made you sick." "You think I should leave her alone to resolve it for herself." "That's a very radical idea, Rick Sammler." "I am a radical... fellow." "Well, you know you're really a grownup... when you come to one of these places and only buy condoms." "Well, it's--it's funny you should mention that... because, uh, I was eyeing the gum... and I was thinking I should get some of that, too." "And, uh, pretzels as well, you know, 'cause that's a party." "And one of these tabloids here." ""A man locked in freezer eats own feet."" "You okay there?" "Yeah." "I--I actually think I caught this... from those sleazy developers we shook hands with last week." "Well, uh, you need one of those special towels like the president has." "Excuse me, garcon, what aisle can my friend here... find some of those special towels like the president has?" "I guess they're out." "Well, uh, I'd love to hang out... and, uh, act like an idiot all night, but I got to..." "Are you kidding?" "You get home to your wife with those, huh?" "Look." "Hi, Rick." "Hi, Judy." "Hi, Judy." "These are stickers, not just pictures." "Yeah, my--my kids have some of those." "They--they got them here." "That's, uh, $44,25." "Uh... okay." "Well, uh..." "I'll--I'll call, uh..." "Okay." "Sorry." "It was nice to see you." "You too." "Should I go after him?" "He's not gonna tell" "Oh, God." "I--I should tell her." "Yeah?" "You shouldn't have to tell Lily." "She's my sister." "I..." "I should do it." "Okay?" "Well, since this is one of the top ten... embarrassing positions I've ever been in..." "I'll--I'll accept that." "It's gonna be okay." "Yeah." "Stuff happens." "Yeah, it does." "It really does." "Well, at least it wasn't Janine." "What?" "Who saw us." "Your wife?" "He won't even have to tell Lily." "She'll just know." "How?" "We're witches." "We always know when men are holding stuff back from us." "Please don't even remind me I didn't know you were married." " I wasn't--I wasn't gonna say anything." " Yeah, yeah, yeah." "I just--it's just weird hearing you say her name, that's all." "Janine." "Janine." " Janine." "Janine." " Hey, J.B., you know what?" "Wait." "Isn't there something you can do to reassure me or..." "Well, look--all right." "Well, look." "You know, even though Rick, you know, knows about us doesn't mean that he's" "You know, bad idea." "Anything you say is gonna really sound awful." "Well, what do you want me to do?" "All right." "Look, it's probably gonna be really hectic later... so I probably-- I might not have the time" "Yeah." "Don't call me." "Really." "It's fine." "What the hell do I care?" "You have a wife." "I mean, call when you can." "Sure." "I'm taking the pretzels." "I'm okay." "I mean, I know we couldn't stay in our perfect little bubble." "Bubbles break." "Otherwise... they wouldn't call them bubbles." "You did really well, Dad." "Bet you didn't know I walked to work, did you?" "Or that you made sure to turn off the restaurant equipment at night." "You kicked Mom's butt." "Oh, my goodness." "When is Earth Day over?" "Daddy, could you help me with my puzzle now?" "April 22nd." "Mr. Peterson says that everybody's parents burned out... on Vietnam and Watergate in the '70s... and now they don't care about anything but themselves." "He did, huh?" "Well, I was 14 years old during Watergate." "I don't remember a thing." "I'm sick of global warming." "There's more to life than global warming." " There may not be pretty soon." " They say it might be accelerating." "Can we not talk about it?" "Please?" "Chicago's going to be a desert." "Did you know that?" " Oh, shut up!" " No." "The Midwest will be one big dust bowl." " All right." "All right." " I am not listening." "I am not paying attention." " Let her be!" " New York's going to be flooded." " Gracious, let her be." " Thank you!" "So... uh, Graciousness..." "We, uh... we really haven't had a chance... to, um, you know, talk about my, uh... you know, my extramarital relationship." "About you cheating on Mom when you were still married?" "Yeah." "Um..." "Well, if there's anything you want to ask me, you know... any stuff you want to say to me, it's okay... even if it's stuff you think I, uh, I might not want to hear." " Did Mom call you?" " No." "No, this is something that I wanted to say... you know, 'cause it must have been, uh... it must've been really kind of..." "weird and confusing for you." "It's not confusing." "Oh, jeez." "I mean, so is there... anything that, you know, I can help you with?" "You sure?" " No." " 'Cause, I mean, it's important to me." "You know?" "I mean, I..." "I've been thinking about it a lot." "Can I have my thing back?" "Yeah, hang on just a second." "Well, I think that should..." "Okay." "Look, uh, there's something going on... that I need to share with you." "This is so hard for me." "Who's eating the Filet-O-Fish?" "Hey, Mali." "Hey." "I'll be right back to collect my fries." "Judy?" "You can sit down." " Is this about Daddy?" " What?" " I mean, not that you're supposed to have a specific reaction." " No, this is not about Daddy." "'Cause that's the thing--I thought I was doing really well, you know?" "And they didn't have the color lipstick I wanted, and I burst into tears at the makeup counter." " Lily, could you just listen" " No, I'm not finished." "Listen." "I read that when a close relation dies... some people can't deal with any kind of change, and other people crave it." "What are you saying?" " Maybe that's why you were chucking all those good books." " Oh, I should chuck the bookstore." "Some of those subliterate pulp novels are actually collector's items, you know?" " I mean it." "Really." "I'm just gonna sell it." " Instead of throwing away perfectly good books... you could build some great display for them." "You're so creative." "What are you talking about?" "I think you really need to look at what you're doing." "Oh, come on!" "Please?" "What, now I'm not going through what you consider to be the necessary stages of mourning?" "I'm sorry, but is there anything you don't do better than me?" "In addition to destroying the business and having no life... now I'm not grieving about Daddy right." "I was adopted." " I'm sorry?" " It's the only explanation... because I do not understand my sister." "God." "You are so hot." "Well, thank you." "Are you sure you're okay?" "Oh, me?" "I'm the best." "How are you?" "How was dinner?" "All she can see is a movie-screen projection... of a 50-foot Lily shaking a finger at her... and no matter what the real me does..." "I can't compete with the 50-foot one." "So, basically, I can't say anything." "Well, what can you say?" "How can she not see what she's doing?" "It's a tough situation, you know?" "Obviously she has lots of feelings for him, and" "Feelings for whom?" "What are you talking about?" "What do you mean?" "You just said she had feelings for him." "Oh." "Well, I--I..." "Rick..." "Who does she have feelings for?" "Oh, you're kidding." "Not that Sam Green." "Blue." "What?" "Sam Blue." "Sam Blue the artist guy?" "Oh, no, that went away." "That was just a flirtation." "Rick?" "Wait a minute." "You--you knew this all along and you didn't tell me?" "No." "No." "I just found out yesterday." " Rick?" " I just found out yesterday." "I would've told you immediately... except Judy said she wanted to tell you herself." "I thought that's why you were having dinner." "I thought that's what you talked about." "No." "That's not what we talked about." "Well, you did quite a number on Zoe." "Thank you very much." "I don't know if she's more worried... about famines, floods, or another ice age." "All possible." "Oh, yes, and they make a wonderful bedtime story..." " don't they?" " Dad!" "And of course you didn't exaggerate at all, you know." " Glaciers over Evanston, huh?" " Daddy..." "Dad..." "Look, Grace, I don't know" "Dad." "Dad, it's okay." "Really." "I can't sleep." "Oh, come on, Zoe." "I'm gonna tell you how they're going to suck carbon out of the atmosphere... and bury it under the ocean!" "Who's that?" "I don't know." "Hi." "I thought you said" "Hi." "No, no." "No, that's tomorrow." "I could've sworn you said Wednesday... but that wouldn't make any sense, would it?" "Because then you have, um, your kids." "Hi, guys." "Hi, Tiffany." "Hi, Zoe." "I messed up." "I'm gonna go." " Stay." " No." "It's fine." "It's fine." "Right, sweetie?" "No problem." "I wonder why I thought that." "I don't..." "Hi, Grace." "I like your top." "Come on, Zoe." "Good night, Tiffany." "Good night, Zoe." "I, um, don't think I should stay." "No, no, no." "Come on." "Stay." "Just for a little while, okay?" "They'll have to learn how to deal with this, okay?" "Okay." "I thought when he wanted to talk... it was because he knew he did something wrong... but he just wanted me to say it was okay... so he could keep doing it." " Hello?" " Hi." " Oh, hi." " Can I talk to you?" "Okay." "I was actually driving up and I saw you... but I didn't want to put any pressure on you... so I thought I would just call first and see, you know?" "I'm right outside." "Sorry." "I feel like I'm in one of those... babysitter-slasher movies." "The caller... is calling from inside." "I guess we can both hang up now." "So... you obviously came to grill me about Sam." "What do you want to know?" "No." "I only want to know if you're okay." "So?" "So..." "Since you met him?" "Since before Daddy died?" "It was strong, Lily." "I get that." "I've never felt like this." "I've never seen you like this before." "What?" "I'm just surprised." "That I'd get involved with another woman's husband?" "Well, there is... that, but no, that's not what I was gonna say." "Well, what were you gonna say?" "It's just surprising." " 'Cause you didn't think I had it in me?" " No, I know you have it in you." "I know that you get sexual with men way before you get to know them." "I just" " I'm just surprised that you would... at this point in your life... choose to spend time with someone who's" "Oh, great." "Great." "So I'm a terrible feminist and a self-destructive slut." "Why are you getting mad at me?" "I didn't create this situation." "Neither did I." "Hi." "You've reached me..." "Okay, Judy, can't we just if you have something to say." "Hey, um-- uh, that's all right." "I can't-- I can't really talk anyway." "Um..." "God, I miss you." "I--I miss your smell." "I miss your breasts." "God." "Why do I always think about you, huh?" "All right." "I'm gonna call you later." "How'd it go with Lily, by the way?" "Okay." "Look, I can't talk about this now." "I have to get the girls off to school." " Is that Daddy?" " Sweetie, could you get dressed, please?" "I don't know, Jake." "Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you had your girlfriend over... when you know" "She's not my girlfriend." "Oh, that's the important part." "Can you imagine what it's like for her?" "And I'm telling you she seemed fine, all right?" "We talked about it." "Why'd you give me turkey?" "Because you are one!" "Mom, we have to go." "We have to go." "Can you please help her get dressed?" "It's never gonna go away, is it?" "Well, Jake, you should've thought about that before you started telling me..." " you were staying out late to play racquetball." " Look, Lily..." " you don't have to" " Why am I still talking about this?" "It was your way of life." "Did you think you could keep it hidden forever?" "Hello?" "Okay." "Zoe, come on." "That's it." "Get dressed." "I'm going." "I'm going." " Scoot!" " I'm going." "Grace, could you help her?" "Oh, honey." "Be careful." "I'm going." "Hi, we're not home right now... but leave a message for Eli or Jessie or Rick after the tone." "Hi, Rick After The Tone." "The way you said that on your message... it sounds like the last name is "After The Tone"... like you guys are the After The Tone family." "Never mind." "Um..." "I'm just calling to hear the voice of a good man." "I'll explain later." "I got to go." "Call me." "Bye." "Oh, man!" "Hey, Grace." "Grace." "Hey." "Hi." "Hi." "Hey, Grace." " Hey, where'd you go?" " What?" "Where have you been?" "I'm really sorry." "I wish I could tell you." "Is it me?" "There's just a lot of weird stuff at home." "Really." "Listen, I really don't understand... what home has to do with here." "It does." "I don't know why." "I told you I wasn't together." "You told me a lot more than that." "I'm sorry." "I don't know what to say." "That's okay." "Maybe later." "Yeah." "Maybe later." "Sorry." "It was easy." "I watched him with that girl... and I all I could think was..." ""This must be what nothing feels like."" "So I systematically went through every picture ever taken of me... and I found the one to give to Sam." "It's kind of... girlie-girl dress-up... but it's... it's pretty adorable and cherishable." "You know, maybe it's too bridey and dependent." "I should find one that's, like, me hitting something with a stick." "That way, he'll know I've always been strong... you know, so he doesn't have to worry about me." "Maybe it will seem like I've always been violent." "Hey." "Sorry." "It's okay." "Uh, Janine decided to skip her hike and clean instead... and so I--I had to make a bookshelf... and turn all the mattresses and..." "All the mattresses?" "Well, uh..." "two of them." "One in our bedroom and the other in a guest room nobody ever goes into." "Oh." "Hello." " Hello." " Chardonnay." "Yeah, well, you weren't here, so I cracked open the wine." "There's almost a whole bottle left." "Well, you don't need my permission to drink, you know." "So, I can't stay very long." "It's okay." "Hey, uh, you know what?" " Can we just, uh" " What?" "You don't want..." "No, no, no." "It's just that you're-- you seem a little" "What?" "Jangly... you know?" "Sorry." "That's okay." "Most men find my desperation charming." "This is not who I am." "I know." "But you know what?" "It is." "So..." "I--I brought a picture." "Oh." "You're so serious." "I know." "Well, I had to get the training wheels off before my older brother." "Oh, yes." "I'm familiar." "Thank you." " You're welcome." " It's very cute." "Thanks." "So, uh, now you have to give me one." "See, I'm telling you, I--I can't miss any part of your life." "I need little J.B. in a tutu." "I need her sitting on Santa's lap." "Uh, do you have any pictures of you feeding squirrels?" "Are you gonna put it on your fridge?" "Um, what?" "Uh, I was just--just wondering if you were gonna put it on your fridge... 'cause, like, I put yours..." "Do you want to talk about something?" "You don't?" "Not really." "Okay." "So back to bed?" "Hey, J.B." "How come you never want to ask me things?" "Don't you want to know if I think about you when you're not around?" "'Cause I don't always." "I've got a lot of things to think about other than you." "Yeah, I know." "Maybe you want to know if I'm sleeping with anybody else." "But, of course, the only person I'd be sleeping with... is that depressed guy from the post office who propositioned me." "Wait." "You were propositioned by a depressed guy?" "Other than me?" "I hate you." "You want to know if I slept with my wife?" "I don't know." "You were late, you're turning over mattresses... but, you know, I'm your mistress..." "I'm not supposed to get to ask." "No, I didn't sleep with her." "I haven't slept with my wife for a long time." "You know, this morning, for some reason... she wanted to." "Uh, look, you know" "God, you're not my mistress." "That's a terrible word." "I love you." "You really freaked me out about all this stuff." "I'm sorry." "Are we all gonna starve... and be the end of civilization?" "I don't know." "That's the weird thing." "You know, we have to depend on grownups to figure it out... and most of them don't even know what's going on." "I wish it could just stay now." "Zoe, pick it up." "You pick it up." "Will you get the phone?" "!" "Hello?" "Hi, Daddy." "Yeah, she's right here." "It's Daddy." "Tell him I'm not here." "Hello?" "Hi, sweetie." "It's Daddy." "Oh." "Hi." "Yeah, I just wanted to, uh, you know, talk to you about last night." "I've been feeling really bad about it." "It's okay." "No, it's-- it's not okay." "No, I mean, I just-- I just wanted to..." "Dad, you know what?" "I got to do this project, and it's due, like, tomorrow, so can we, like..." "Oh, no, no." "Sure." "That's fine." "...you know, continue?" "Look, I love you." "I mean, you know that... don't you?" "Yeah." "Graciousness." "I love you, too, and I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?" "Yeah." "Okay." "Bye." "Oh, how lucky am I that you have kept such amazing financial records?" "Just one of the ways obsessive-compulsive disorder can work for you." "Hey, how are you?" "Eh, who cares about you?" "I want to know about you and Rick." "We're good--although he's been a little elusive today." "He didn't call here, did he?" "Okay, here's the thing-- the lnternet is killing us... and Mali is getting her Ph.D." "Finally." "Look here." "In my "Complete Idiot's Guide"... it says "Taking action before reaching the bottom... allows you to keep more of what you worked for."" "You want to sell the bookstore?" "Yeah." "I mentioned it the other night." "Well, yeah, but I didn't realize you were serious." "Does this make any business sense at all?" "Uh, well, you have some cash, pretty good debt-equity ratio." " Yeah." " I'm still trying to figure out what all this is worth... but provided you have someone who wants to buy this place... you might not lose much if you sell right now... if that's what you want to... do." "I thought the way we worked this out... was that I would keep a portion of the bookstore as an investment." "So you can invest the cash." "50% is not a bad" "No, your portion of the down payment was 30%, which Daddy put down." "I--I've been working here full time since the store started." "And you were paid for that." " Which I did, as you recall, so you could be with your family." " You offered." "Can we not argue about this, okay?" "You can have whatever percentage you want." "I just don't want to run the store anymore." "It's too lonely." "I just don't want to do it." "Well, what do you want to do?" "I don't know." "I--I want to try and be an assistant to a photographer." "Sam's gonna..." "help me meet some people." "I hate that face." "You look just like Mom." "I just--I don't understand what you're doing." "I'm selling the store." "Because you're lonely?" "That's good business." "Maybe if the man you were seeing was around more..." " you wouldn't be so lonely." " This isn't about him." "Oh, Judy, you're just a mess." "You're living in this fantasy of a relationship... and you're jettisoning things left and right and" "How much weight have you lost?" "I'm selling the store." "You know what?" "You're right." "You're right." "You've got this whole job thing figured out... you've got a wonderful relationship with a married man." "You just keep doing what you're doing." "I'm sure it'll all turn out great." "You don't know anything about it." "Rick?" "No." "It's Eli." "Uh, look, I just thought I should call you... and let you know that Dad's okay... but he's at the hospital." "What?" "Dr. Fisher, 592, please." "Lily." "Hi." "Oh." "How is he?" "He's okay." "He's good." "Yeah." " Yeah?" "Where is he?" " He's this way." "And the doctor said he's okay?" "He's fine." "Yeah." "He's in there." "Hi." "Eli said it was okay." "He is an excellent watchdog... for a person." "So, pneumonia?" "Yeah." "I guess I didn't" "I guess I didn't give my flu enough credit." "That's Oscar." "He doesn't say much." "Oh, I am such an idiot." "It's okay." "I'm gonna be in here..." "just for a day or two." "No, I knew you had a cold, and I just..." "Well, Karen was never very receptive... of my whining and moaning when I was sick..." " so I guess I learned to be" " No." "I'm an idiot." "Why?" "Oh, because you've been so incredibly generous." "I've known you... through the hardest year of my life... and you've been there for me in any way I needed you." "I just didn't want you to think I was a crybaby." "Oh, God." "I am so sorry for ever taking you for granted... even for a moment." "You had a lot going on." "I want to say I'll make it up to you, but... somehow that never seems to happen in life, does it?" "You want to-- you want to get up here on the bed with me?" "You're not sick, you faker." "Gracie, sweetie, are you okay?" "Not really." "What are you doing out here?" "Let's get you inside." "I was afraid I'd freak out in front of your customers." "What customers?" "Let's get this jacket off you, huh?" "Does Mom know where you are?" "She's at the hospital because Rick has pneumonia." " What?" "!" "Is he okay?" " Yeah." "It's just like a really, really bad flu or something... but she freaked out and had to get over there as fast as she could... and make this big deal about it." "My feet smell." "It's okay." "What's going on?" "I just" "I'm just so, um..." "I feel like a ghost or something... like everybody's walking around... and I'm not even here anymore." "Why aren't you here?" "I don't know." "I just, um..." "I'm just so mad at my dad!" "Yeah, I know." "I mean, how can I ever believe him about anything?" "I think you can believe he really loves you." "So what?" "Oh, I'm never getting married." "It's like one day he's your dad... and you sit across from him at the pancake place... and the next day, he's this other guy who goes places you don't even know about... and who has sex with people." "Just like one day Grandpa's walking around our house whistling... and the next day he's dead." "Oh, sweetie, you have been through so much." "I know!" "Sweetie, I don't know what to say." "I think..." "I think the hardest thing about growing up... is that you sort of find out that people are just people." "Not all people." "You're not like that." "I'm afraid I am." "If I ever get married..." "I wouldn't want my dad to walk me down the aisle now... 'cause it'd just be gross, like a lie." "And it's so weird that I know this... because ever since I was little, when I pictured getting married..." "I imagined walking down the aisle with my dad." "Oh, sweetie..." "Me too." "Kids, five minutes, okay?" "Okay." "Gracie?" "Okay." "Thanks for helping with Grace." "I think it was the other way around." "Hey, how's Rick?" "He's okay." "Judy, this may seem a little weird." "I know Rick and I haven't known each other that long, but..." "You want to marry him, don't you?" "Well, it's not like he asked me." "I don't even know if he would want to ask me." "It's just that if he did, at this point..." "I don't think I'd be able to say no." "Well, with the possible exception... of the days your daughters were born... he makes you happier than I've ever seen you." "Ever?" "He does." "Daddy!" "Maybe you'd like to tell Jake." "Zodiac!" "Zodiac!" "Grace?" "Wait, Lil." "Here." "I'll get her." "Okay, listen to me." "Grace, you are gonna have to learn how to deal with this." "I'm still your dad." "Grace?" "Remember you were late to my parent-teacher conference last year?" "A couple of minutes." "I don't care about that." "Mom said you were playing racquetball and you were running late... but now I know that you were with Tiffany, or maybe some other girl." "No, I wasn't." "Yes, you were!" "Because that means that all those times you had wet hair... from playing racquetball at the gym... that you had sex with someone..." " and you took a shower so Mom wouldn't know." " No, no, Grace." "Don't lie to me!" "God, your hair was wet a lot last year." "You can't lie anymore." "Because now I have to go back over everything." "You didn't only cheat on Mom." "She isn't the only one who got betrayed." "You want to just come up here and fix it." "Well, it isn't fixed." "But when did Grace get mad?" "She didn't say anything to me about it." "Sweetie, you just have to let this be between them." "I know that's hard." "We're all so sensitive." "You know?" "Every human being." "Every act just causes these ripples." "I'm getting seasick from the ripples." "It's like there's always been this other car in front of me." "Since it's always been in front of me..." "I couldn't really see what was ahead on the road." "Hi." "J.B.?" "Now that my dad's dead, the car in front is just gone." "Now I'm in the front... in my own stupid car." "I--I can't be with you." "What?" "And you can't be with me." "Please, please" "No matter how much I want to-- how much I want to tell you... that I've never loved anybody the way I love you." "But we're not free to love each other... 'cause we're not free to know each other... not really." "And "really" is sort of all I can do... now, so, um... you've got to make a decision." "J.B." "Don't call me that." "Please." "I want you to go... and make a decision." "Well, Judy, I don't..." "Judy, I don't know if I'm ready to do that right now." "I know." "Oh, man." "So many years, you know... even if it is... just terror... it's very complicated." "All right." "I already know I want to go to Venice for my honeymoon... so he'd have to like water." "And he'd have to be intelligent... but not boring intelligent because he thinks he's so smart... just... interesting." "Oh, and he'd have to know good jokes and keep me laughing... and be very nice to me all the time." "I mean, I'd be nice, too, but that goes without saying."