You look amazing.
(Marley and Julian laughing)
You're such a tranny magnet.
If I wasn't there, you could have for sure gotten some action.
I know. Actually, you know that Adam?
She was kind of hot, no? Yeah.
Ahhh.
Where did you go?
Do you believe in God?
- Wow. - No, really.
Okay, if you ask me, Dr Julian Goldstein, if I believe in God...
I mean, I believe in science and in empirical evidence, so,
no, I don't believe in a higher power.
But if you ask me, Julian, I'd say I don't know.
Why?
I envy people who do.
They're so sure that something exists.
What a great way to live.
Without fear.
What are you afraid of?
- No. - Come on. Come on.
I want to know.
- The whole list? - How about the top three?
Fine.
I'm afraid if I die my Mom will never recover.
Okay.
I worry about who'd take care of my dog.
Anything else?
I'm scared this entire night is gonna go by without you kissing me.
(soft instrumental music)
Ah.
So this is a date, right?
Yeah-- It's just that I-- they don't wanna...
I quit the trial.
I know.
- Why? - I want to enjoy quality of life.
Besides, and you're gonna think I'm crazy, but Whoopi Goldberg...
She is a lady who knows what she's talking about.
No, you don't sound crazy at all.
(Marley laughing)
- You don't. - Right.
Coming from a guy with a yo-yo collection.
What? You don't like yo-yos?
You have a problem against yo-yos?
Well, let me show you.
Okay.
You really are the biggest dork I've ever slept with.
That's a very nice thing of you to say,
but it's a far better compliment if you leave dork out of that sentence.
You are the biggest I have ever slept with.
(Marley laughing)
What a trick! What a trick!
(upbeat music)
Yeah, yeah, I know, but I, ..
# I know you're fed up
# life don't let up for us
# all they talk about is what's going down
# and what's been messed up for us
# when I look around I see blue skies
# I see butterflies for us
# listen to the sound and lose it #
# its sweet music and dance with me #
'Cause there is beauty in the world.# (Julian): Stanley, out, out,
# so much beauty in the world
# so shake your booty boys and girls for the beauty in the world
# pick your diamond pick your pearl
# there is beauty in the world All together now #
(clapping and cheering)
Wee!
(children laughing)
- Hey, do not look over. - Okay.
Do you see those two guys talking to Julian?
Okay, look now.
Stop. Stop looking.
I'm having drinks with Clark Kent tonight.
And dinner with Superman tomorrow.
Oh boy, you have taken my whore crown and are wearing it so well.
It's a little big. I've been wearing it as a belt.
Ahh!
You know, actually, Renee's life is looking pretty good to me lately.
Marley, I...
I'm sorry, Marley, I don't know. I just-- I'm sorry.
Sssh. It's okay.
(soft instrumental music)
Oh, that's sweet, isn't it?
Let's put it right in here with your name on it.
What do you think Martha Stewart would think of my arrangement, Stanley?
Okay.
Maybe I could quit planning parties and do my own flower arrangements.
(door closing)
You're home early.
- Is everything okay? - Yeah, it's fine.
- Did something happen? - I'm going back to bed.
Did you and Julian have a fight?
No.
Do you want to talk about it? Maybe I could help.
Right. 'Cause you're the expert in relationships.
(door closing)
Mom, please, not now.
I may have made a mistake marrying your father.
May have? The man is emotionally constipated.
I'm grateful he gave me you.
(door closing)
(monkey sounds)
(imitating monkeys)
(laughing)
Oh, my goodness.
Can I have a big hug? Oh.
Mmm.
- Hey. - Did she tell you?
God, my mother is a walking mouth.
- A walking mouth. - Hello, Cammie.
- You look very pretty today. - What do you tell him?
- And I'm smart. - Good girl. Good girl.
(water sounds) Oooh!
Oh grody, he's peeing!
So what was this morning about?
- I don't know. I couldn't sleep. - I know.
- But why? - Well, a reminder: I'm dying.
Yeah okay, and I haven't helped you, Um,
get in touch with all the-- the anger and...
You know what? Just stop.
I'm so not in the mood for a lecture right now.
Hey! It's obvious that you're scared. It's normal. It's fine.
Is it normal for doctors to screw their patients?
We had a good time. Let's just leave it at that.
Wow!
- Whoa, already past tense. - Well,
reality check: It's going to be past tense soon enough.
- Hey, Marley, .. - Mmm.
I love you.
Oh, great.
Fantastic.
You love me.
What kind of guy falls in love with a dying girl?
Don't diminish what's going on between us, Okay?
- I know what I'm feeling. - I do too.
I feel smothered and I need you to back off!
No, no...
- Ow! - Are you okay?
Leave me alone!
- Come on, let me help you. - I said: Leave me the hell alone!
- I'm sorry, sweetie. - I wanna go home.
I know. I'm gonna take you home right now.
I'm sorry.
Let me see. Let me see that beautiful face.
- Let me see... - (Renee): Hey, you're back early.
- Hi, Mommy. - Hi, pumpkin. Did you all have fun?
- You're having a party. - No.
Some of the other moms dropped by, Sort of an impromptu thing.
It's not contagious, you know.
Of course not.
Um-- why don't you go back and play for a little bit.
- Bye, sweetie, I love you. - Bye.
I've just been really busy, you know. With the baby coming and...
Oh, really? You obviously have time for those women in there.
- That's different. They're... - What? They're fat, boring and
- not dying? - Okay.
Want me to make this more palatable for you?
- That's not what I want - Are you just
angry because you're going to have to find a new babysitter?
Yeah.
Come on. That's exactly what I'm angry about.
(door slamming)
(Peter): They could fire you on the first day.
(Matt): Oh, yeah?
- Hey, the zoo, how was it? - Oh, you know. It was fantastic.
Um, Marley, this is Matt. My friend who moved here from Brooklyn.
Nice to meet you. Peter's told me a lot about you.
Really?
- Did he tell you I was dying? - Yeah.
A couple more weeks and I'm out of here.
Why don't you take a look at my apartment.
Then maybe you guys can be neighbours and love buddies.
Excuse me. Babe.
- What are you doing? - Nothing.
Have a good day,
(upbeat music)
# Well, there's a pretty little girl such a pretty little girl
# I think she lives around the corner from me
# sometimes is see her walking past my window as I stare out vacantly #
(car horn honking) Shut up! I hear you!
# Pretty little girl are you in love? I always see you out on your own #
Really? Asshole.
(car horn honking, brakes screeching)
(Marley sighing)
God!
(Marley screaming)
(soft instrumental music)
(Marley sighing) I'm scared.
I'm scared to death.
Of what?
- Of dying. - Everybody dies.
What are you really afraid of?
I didn't have enough time to do all the things I wanted to do.
- Like what? - Buy a house!
Have a baby. Find somebody who loves me.
You have that. Or, you had it.
How do you know?
He could just have said all that stuff because he felt sorry for me.
He doesn't strike me as someone who loved you out of pity.
You should try again.
- I don't know what his issues are. - I don't care what his issues are.
- Do you love him? - Um...
Do you love him?
- Do you? - I do, I do, I do.
- Say it in a complete sentence. - I love him. I love him.
I-- love him.
I really do. I really love him.
Maybe you should go back down and tell him.
- I can't go back down. I'm dead. - You're not dead.
The car didn't actually hit you.
Aside from a little headache, you should be fine.
(car horn honking, brakes screeching)
Ah! Oop.
(bike crashing)
Ohh!
Ohh.
(church bell ringing)
Oh look, he's right here.
- Mom? Hey, - Right. Okay, I'll wait for you outside.
Thank you.
- (Marley): Hi. - (Julian): Hi.
- What happened to you? - A street hit me in the face.
- What? - Can I talk to you?
- Yeah. - Okay. Come on.
My whole life I've been so afraid of guys lying to me,
not being there for me and ending up shafted like my mother.
Somewhere along the line I decided to take charge of my life,
and to never let anybody ever get close enough to hurt me.
- Ever. - Okay. Okay.
And then you come along.
With your nose in your books and your yo-yos and your
spouting off ridiculous jokes like: "My Mom sat on my-- face."
- So you can see how I missed it. - What?
What? You missed what?
(instrumental music)
You're my third wish.
I love you.
Put your turn signal on. Don't make me guess which way you're gonna go.
(Beverley): Just surprise me.
Remember when I was little how I used to masturbate all the time?
Do you remember when we went to that rug store
and I hopped up on one of those rolled-up rugs?
Then you gave me a two-week time out
and told me never to touch my jingle bells again.
Yeah, I remember that.
You know?
My whole life I think that was the only time you were a bad Mom.
Yet I was such a shit.
You're a daughter.
That's your job.
Will you help me plan my funeral?
Sure.
I don't want it to be some sombre affair. I want it to be a celebration.
I want to put the
f-u-n back in funeral.
(soft instrumental music)
Hi.
Listen, you've been a real bitch lately. Really mean and ugly.
I just want you to know that I don't appreciate it.
- You don't? - No.
Because I've done nothing but support you
- through this so-called difficult time. - Well, it has been hard.
Please-- listening to you going on and on about
feeling sick and "I'm too tired"
and "Oh, that Vinnie really rocked my world."
- He was awesome wasn't he? - He was.
- So back to you. - What?
Your behaviour has really made me angry. It has.
But you wanna know what makes me blow my top, see red
and makes my blood boil is the fact that I'm gonna miss you.
So much.
(Marley sighing)
Do you think I could have that dance now?
No.
That ship sailed so long ago.
You know? I thought you'd never ask.
(soft instrumental music)
(salsa music)
You're just scared.
- Break it down. - Take all that. Aw. Take that.
Woof. Woof. I mean it's so high.
(Spanish football game on TV, phone ringing)
(answering machine turning on) Hi, Marley, it's Dad.
I'm coming into town tonight and I'd like to see you.
I'll call you once I get to the hotel.
Hope you're doing well. Bye.
He sounds like he's making an effort.
It's too little too late.
Mmm.
Go ahead.
You know, I don't know the guy,
and he might be as big a schmuck as you say he is,
but, um, it might worth listening to him.
Some people have a hard time opening up about their feelings.
Low blow.
(TV announcer): Goal!
The Penne Arrabiata sounds good.
Oh thanks, but I'm trying to lose a couple of pounds.
(ambient sounds)
- What are we doing? - What do you mean?
Making chit-chat like nothing's wrong between us. I hate it.
- I'm trying to have a nice visit. - By not saying anything?
- What do you want me to do? - Nothing. It's fine.
- No. I'm here aren't I? - Yes, Dad, physically you are here.
- Marley, come on. I'm tying. - Give the man a trophy.
He's trying.
Could we have just one pleasant meal? Just one and then talk about this later?
- Fine. - Thank you.
No. It's not fine. I don't know if I have a "later".
So we need to talk about this right now, or I walk out the door
and may never see you again.
Marley, wait!
I don't know what to do, kiddo. Tell me what to do.
Dad, I don't want to have to tell you.
And I shouldn't have to tell you.
Do you remember that time probably 20 years ago?
You said: "I'm glad God brought me into this world,
but I wish it was from a different father."
Do you remember that?
And yet I said nothing, because I didn't know what to say.
But it killed me inside.
And now my little girl is very sick and I can't fix it.
So please tell me what to say,
because I can't have you hating me like this anymore.
I love you so very much, Marley.
Just tell me what to do.
You just did it.
(soft piano music)
Thank you.
(Marley): Renee?
Renee!
I know you're in here, so I'm just gonna say what I came here to say,
which is: I'm sorry.
It really hurt when you started distancing yourself, but it's okay.
I get it.
A new baby coming and me-- leaving.
It's not fair having to be so happy and so sad at the same time, is it?
Our friendship is one of the best things in my life.
I'm sorry I'm not gonna get to know that little boy.
But I know he'll be beautiful. Just like Cammie.
(Renee sobbing)
Oh, my God, that little girl is amazing.
So, please, when she gets older
tell her that I loved her like she was my own.
Bye.
(soft instrumental music)
You sure you still want to do this?
Yeah.
(upbeat music)
# baby #
Wooo! Oh, my God.
# it's been a long day
# things ain't been going my way and I need you here
# here by my #
Wooo! Yeah!
# all the time
# baby, the way you move me is crazy
# it's like you see right through me and make it easier
# you please me and you don't even have to try
# oh, because you are the best thing
# you are the best thing
# you're the best thing, baby
# you are the best thing
# you're the best thing
# that ever happened to me
# baby, we've come a long way, baby
# you know, I hope and I pray that you believe me #
- Same as ever? - Yeah.
Really?
Hey, what are you gonna do after I'm gone?
Hum?
Come on. You got on my case about not opening up.
I just don't like thinking about it.
Julian, I need to know that you're gonna be okay.
Oh, my God.
We should talk about what we're feeling.
- Now I've created a monster. - Yeah, you have.
So?
Um,
so-- this old man he goes to the doctor,
and he brings his wife along,
It's the yearly physical, so the doctor says:
"I just need a urine sample, a blood, a sperm and a stool sample."
The old man can't hear very well, so he looks over to his wife
and asks: "What? What is he saying?"
And the wife yells back at him: "He wants your underwear!"
My work here is done.
(sound of rain drops falling)
(soft instrumental music)
(Marley gasping) Ohh.
Oh.
(soft instrumental music)
So, I have to go back to New York for a few days, but
call me if you need anything. Okay?
Okay, I will.
-I love you. -I love you too.
Bye.
And this includes a big opening party?
Alright, that's what I want. Great.
The name is Sarah Walker.
It's a surprise.
(Marley): Okay, thank you very much. Bye, bye.
Mom, would you do me a favour and give this to Sarah for me?
She's gonna be here in a minute. You can...
Oh.
I'll make sure she gets it.
And this is for you,
- It's for me? - Hm.
(Beverley crying)
Mom?
Yeah?
Will you take care of Stanley for me?
- I wouldn't have it any other way. - Check.
Ah.
(Beverley begins to hum Janis Joplin's 'Mercedes Benz')
# a Mercedes Benz #
You used to sing me that to sleep every night.
# my friends all have Porsches, I must make amends
# worked hard all my life
# no help from my friends
# oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz #
Wanna get the ball? Go get it.
Get it, buddy.
Hey.
I was gonna go for a jog up the hill. Do you want to come?
- Sure, You start. I'll catch right up. - Okay.
Woo! Yeah. Here we go, Oh, Oh.
On second thought, that's a really big hill.
Pussy.
I'm not afraid to admit it.
Ah.
When's Julian getting here?
He had to work late, so I just left a message.
Trying to let the poor man sleep.
- Sarah? - Hm?
I'm sorry.
- What? - I've been so wrapped up in all this,
I haven't stopped to ask how it was affecting all of you guys.
- Oh, that's... - Ask how you're doing.
- It's... - How are you're doing?
How are you doing?
Not so good.
See? I didn't know that.
Why didn't you wish not to die, huh?
Hm, something else I wanted more.
Well, I wish it. I wish it right now. God?
Hey? God? You listening?
You can't take her away. Okay?
I want her to stay here.
It's not gonna work. You need an anal probe and a morphine shooter.
- Are you scared? - No.
Not anymore.
(soft piano music)
Marley?
Hey.
(Sarah sobbing) Marley...
(ambulance siren)
(phone ringing)
Here you go, sir.
This is Peter.
(sounds of Renee in labour pains)
Ahh!
(soft instrumental music)
(beeping sound)
(voice mail message from Marley) Hey you, it's me.
Oh, I didn't think this was going to be so difficult.
I thank God you came into my life. I do.
Because you showed me how to be the person
I always imagined myself to be.
That's not even giving you enough credit,
because until I met you I had no idea who I could be.
So-- take care and try not to fall in love again. Ever.
Ever again.
That's kind of a joke.
- I love you. - I love you.
(monitor beeping)
(newborn baby crying)
Oh, oh, oh. I know.
(Instrumental music)
(voice over Marley) So, that's my story.
I had some pretty amazing friends, didn't I?
And I include my parents in that group, even though my whole life I blamed them
for, well, everything.
But the truth is: I was afraid. I was afraid to trust and forgive.
I was scared I wasn't enough. But I was.
(upbeat jazz band music)
(cork popping) (Julian): I just have to say: To Marley.
(Everyone): To Marley!
(cheering)
- Thank you, Marley. - Thank you, Marley.
Hi.
Stanley.
(voice over Marley) What I wouldn't give
to experience just one more time, to feel that incredible sensation
when he looked at me and I felt-- alive.
(upbeat jazz band music)