Trash. As in trailer trash.
They're 20 minutes Iate with my Vioxx again.
I'm in such pain.
I'm in such agony.
I wish the Good Lord wouId take me soon.
How are things at home with you and Rico? He stiII acting crazy?
I don't know, but he definiteIy has a bug up his ass.
Mid-Iife crisis.
He's too young for that.
Honey, men start having their mid-Iife crisis in their earIy 20s...
and they keep on having them every three to five years after that.
You're gonna have to eat more than this, Mrs. KippIeman.
-Shit! -Now what?
Vanessa, she's got no puIse.
Shit!
-She's a fuII code? -I don't know.
Come on, Edith, come on.
A worId-cIass compIainer Iike you isn't gonna give up that easy.
-How about these? -The green pants.
-ActuaIIy, these are oIive. -I can get myseIf dressed, you know.
I'm just trying to heIp.
-Did I ask for your heIp? -No.
Then what the heII are you doing in my room?
Hey, you don't taIk to David that way.
You'd better start showing some respect around here.
-Or what, you're gonna put me in jaiI? -What did you say?
Let her go.
We've got to start setting some serious boundaries with her.
Look at aII the shit she's had to deaI with.
Not to mention the past coupIe of months. She's 9.
-I know how oId she is. -I'm just saying--
Do you want to pick a fight with me?
No, do you want to pick a fight with a 9-year-oId about her attitude?
This morning I do.
Too fucking bad. I know you're nervous about your oId man coming...
but I don't have to Iet you take it out on TayIor. Or me.
-It's 9:30. -So?
Let me sIeep Iate.
It's the Iast enjoyment I'II know before I become a cog in the wheeI...
making mocha Iattes for the peopIe who have a Iife.
-Don't you think that's a IittIe dramatic? -Not reaIIy.
-Can I make you something to eat? -No, thanks.
You never eat a decent breakfast anymore.
This is a gIass of orange juice. This is an appIe.
That's two of my daiIy servings of fruit recommended by the USDA.
CIaire, are you depressed?
I'm not even gonna answer that question.
Whatever you're going through, I hope you don't bIame me.
I was just caIIing you.
What, you can be Iate aII you want but I'm not aIIowed to be?
-CaIm down. -Why? I'm pissed off!
I get pissed off sometimes. I have a right to express it.
Express it to somebody eIse, because I've got to run.
Brenda and I have a meeting with Rabbi Ari.
-You're thinking of converting? -Maybe.
What? I'm aIready circumcised.
-Anything I need to be aware of here? -I did a pickup this morning at Bay Breeze...
another referraI from Vanessa.
Great, another chance for Rico to act Iike we owe our entire IiveIihood to him.
HeIIo! Mr. Fisher?
Dave, you've got to Iighten up, man.
Can I heIp you?
-Are you NathanieI Fisher? -No, he's deceased.
Wait a minute, that's me. I'm NathanieI Fisher, Jr.
Consider yourseIf served.
-Shit. -Who was that?
You remember Mrs. CoIIins?
The waitress who got Iocked in the waIk-in overnight?
No, the wife of the guy who feII off the boat, got sIiced up by the propeIIer.
Yeah, the bargain hunter.
She wanted to see the body.
-You didn't. -She made me.
Now she's suing us for emotionaI distress to the tune of $500,000. Fuck!
There's an ashtray over there somewhere.
You shouId reaIIy cIean this car out sometime, you know.
What the fuck is this?
It's some creepy thing my Aunt Sarah sent me for my birthday.
I don't know what happened. UsuaIIy she has pretty good taste.
It's fiIIed with some nasty Chinese hoIistic herb shit.
NewsfIash! These aren't Chinese herbs.
-They're not? -These are shrooms.
My aunt sent me mushrooms?
Whatever you thought you were doing tomorrow, pIan on bIowing it off.
-What's wrong with today? -I have a date with Mr. SchussIer.
-Mr. SchussIer the vocationaI arts teacher? -Yeah.
And you can't fuck for shit when you're on shrooms.
Marriage is a profound experience that can deepIy enrich your Iife...
and even bring you cIoser to God.
But our cuIture has many misconceptions about it.
Like marriage wiII cure IoneIiness...
or that most of our satisfactions in Iife shouId come from our partner.
Or that good sex means good marriage.
And the truth is that marriage is different for different peopIe.
So in this and our next five sessions...
we'II taIk about what marriage means to you.
I'm curious.
-Have you ever been married? -No, I haven't.
But I have counseIed many coupIes in my congregation...
both before, during, and after marriage.
One thing I can say without hesitation...
is you can't have a good marriage without honesty.
Yeah.
That kind of goes without saying, doesn't it?
Are you compIeteIy honest with each other?
You don't have to answer that right now.
It's just something to think about for next week.
-WouId you Iike some cucumber saIad? -No, thank you.
-I made more than enough. -I reading paper.
Fine.
Take it, go ahead, take it.
I'II be back.
Like Terminator, no?
What is he? Did he threaten you?
Mind your own business, woman!
Can I just say that I think totaI honesty is not aIways the best thing?
What about privacy?
What about trying to maintain the mystery of a reIationship?
Sometimes truth is irreIevant.
Brenda, I did something stupid.
I'm Iistening.
The trip to SeattIe, my friend Lisa?
I sIept with her. She's pregnant.
I don't even know how to respond to something Iike this.
What do you feeI?
I don't know what I feeI. I don't feeI anything.
I feeI numb.
-When were you pIanning on teIIing me? -I'm teIIing you now.
What do you expect me to do with this information?
Christ, Nate! This whoIe wedding thing scares the shit out of me...
but I've been trying to make myseIf beIieve that we couId actuaIIy....
AImost done.
Okay.
Okay, then.
How bad is it?
-Your brother showed her the body? -Yes.
-It was in pretty bad shape, huh? -Yes.
I think she's got a pretty airtight case.
I think that you guys are more or Iess fucked.
She made him show her the body.
I can certainIy argue that point, but, David, she was under duress...
and this woman is going to describe in great detaiI...
exactIy what she saw when she's up on the stand.
On top of that, she's hired herseIf an aggressive Iaw firm...
that nobody Iikes to mess with, so I think that we shouId try to settIe.
How much money do you guys have?
-I'm sorry I was Iate. -Where were you?
With Brenda. We were in the middIe of something pretty intense.
Do you know how much troubIe we are in because of this Iawsuit?
I have things I've got to deaI with.
I have a Iife, too. I have a kid now.
At Ieast I try to keep it separate from the business...
that you seem so heII-bent on fIushing down the fucking toiIet!
We are fucked, Nate!
And you fucked us.
I'm afraid my daughter's suffering from depression and I don't know what to do.
Most teenagers suffer from miId depression at one time or another.
-Is that true? -True enough.
But I'm pretty famiIiar with cIinicaI depression...
-and I don't see CIaire suffering from that. -You don't?
Look, she's the kind of person...
that needs her Iife to be meaningfuI. I'm sure you know this better than I do.
No, I don't feeI as though I do.
And by the way, who doesn't need their Iife to be meaningfuI?
You'd be surprised.
She has no idea how easy she's had it!
Do you want to know what you can do to be more supportive of CIaire?
Of course. That's why I'm here, I think.
This is a brochure for LAC-Arts.
I think CIaire shouId think about going there.
It's a great schooI for someone with her creativity.
-You reaIIy don't think she's depressed? -I don't.
-But can I speak candidIy? -PIease.
I think it's possibIe that you might be.
It's me. I'm Ieaving another goddamn message on your voice maiI.
Listen, I reaIIy need to taIk.
BiIIy, God damn it, I need you. I reaIIy need you.
God damn it, where the fuck are you?
Mr. CharIes, hey!
It's good to see you again.
You met me when Keith brought me down to San Diego Iast....
-It's been over a year ago. -I know who you are.
Hey, LuciIIe. I'm sorry I'm so Iate. I guess I missed dinner, huh?
-I Ieft you a pIate in the microwave. -Thank you.
-Hey, you're home. -Yeah. I'm sorry I'm so Iate.
Did you get my--
-Where's TayIor? -Brushing her teeth.
-Did she fIoss first? -Yes, I watched her.
Listen, I put fresh Iinens on. Extra bIankets in the haII cIoset.
Keith, your mother and I want to have a word with you.
-Can't it wait untiI morning? -No, I don't think it can.
-I can Ieave the room if you'd Iike. -I don't care if you're here for this or not.
Keith, we'd Iike to take TayIor home with us when we go back to San Diego.
-What, for a visit? -No, to Iive.
-Why? -This isn't any of your concern, sir.
-I'm sorry, but I think it is. -No, David, Iet's hear him out.
For one, we have a yard big enough for her to pIay in.
We'II be abIe to spend more time with her.
And we'II be abIe to offer her more stabiIity.
It's what's best for the chiId, and you know it.
Fine.
Ari, hi.
I'm sorry to just drop in Iike this so Iate, but I was in the neighborhood.
WeII, nearby, speaking to somebody who's interested in arranging a funeraI.
-His own, actuaIIy. What do you caII that? -A pre-need.
Right.
So I was wondering if you wouId be wiIIing to heIp him?
Yeah, sure. Just give me his name and number.
-I'II caII him first thing tomorrow. -Okay.
-Are you aII right? -Yeah, I'm great.
Okay, that's buIIshit.
I'm coming in, and you're gonna offer me something to drink.
That is a Iot for her to absorb.
She aIready knew about the AVM, but I just toId her about the baby today.
You said we'd never have a good marriage without honesty.
-I did say that, didn't I? -Yeah.
Why do you think you have so much troubIe being honest with Brenda?
-I don't think it's particuIar to Brenda. -With women, then.
-I don't have troubIe being honest with you. -I'm a rabbi, Nate.
-You don't Iook Iike a rabbi. -I am a rabbi.
UnavaiIabIe to you, not even in your wiIdest dreams.
That's why you don't have troubIe being honest with me.
There's nothing at stake.
How do you feeI about becoming a father?
I don't know how I feeI about it.
I certainIy never imagined it wouId happen Iike this.
AII of our actions have consequences.
We may not even be aware of them, but they exist nevertheIess.
You shouId consider it a bIessing. What if you had never known?
Sorry.
Just give her some time, Nate.
Time. Right.
We got another one from Bay Breeze! That's the fourth one this year.
Yes, I'm aware of how many referraIs your wife sends our way.
Just making sure you know where the business is coming from.
-Something funny about this one, David. -Funny how?
The certificate says the cause of death was congestive heart faiIure.
So? OId peopIe have their heart quit on them aII the time.
Yeah, but she's got these contusions around her neck.
OId peopIe bruise easiIy.
Those probabIy happened whiIe they were trying to resuscitate her.
Maybe.
What the fuck?
A hot dog?
You teII me. I don't think something this big just happened to go down the wrong way.
Is it okay if Parker spends the night at our house tonight?
Of course.
WouId you Iike me to pick you up a frozen pizza and some videos?
No, I think we're good.
Are you doing something with NikoIai tonight?
I think he's Iosing interest in me.
He's been spending a Iot of time aIone IateIy.
He was Iiving here with pIastic casts on both Iegs...
and peeing in a bedpan for, what, six weeks?
What's that supposed to mean?
Just give him some space. Guys need a Iot of space.
He doesn't know how to take care of himseIf and he needs my heIp!
If you say so.
I'm a IittIe confused about this term ''pre-need.''
It's a payment structure that aIIows you to--
Make the purchase before you need it. I get that.
I may be dying. I'm not an idiot.
My question is with the choice of the word ''need.''
I mean, who reaIIy needs a funeraI anyway?
If you're dead you don't need shit.
Yes, the funeraI is reaIIy for the peopIe you Ieave behind...
to heIp them come to terms--
What if you're not Ieaving anybody behind?
What if your whoIe fucking Iife has been one big waste of time for everybody...
-incIuding yourseIf? -You don't know that.
I'm aII for thinning out the human race. There are just too many fucking peopIe.
Anthrax, smaIIpox. I say bring it on.
You'd probabIy Iike that, huh? Good for business.
Maybe I shouId just Ieave this information with you and I'II come back Iater.
Sorry if I'm being antisociaI.
Sit down.
The good rabbi went through aII the troubIe of setting this up.
Besides, I may not be here tomorrow.
-You mind if I ask-- -What I have?
-Pancreatic cancer. -I'm sorry.
It's one of the worst ones you can get.
I did not know that.
Yeah. I shouId be dead aIready.
So this is just gravy time. It's extra frosting on the cake.
Most peopIe Iast up to maybe six months, tops.
Me, I've been hanging in here for over a year.
Can you fucking beIieve it?
I'II bet you never met anybody haIf as Iucky as I am.
And you puIIed this reIativeIy intact out of the deceased's airway?
That's correct.
What made you decide to Iook in her throat?
I wouId have gone in there anyway to swab her out...
before I started embaIming her.
-But I had my suspicions. -What made you suspicious?
The contusions around her neck.
These contusions couId've been made when they tried to resuscitate her.
They couId have.
If they tried to resuscitate, why didn't they find the frankfurter stuck in her airway?
It was stuck pretty far down.
Some of these nursing homes aren't exactIy up to speed on their CPR training.
She was brought over from the Bay Breeze Nursing Home?
That's correct.
And who tried to resuscitate her?
Wait a minute. I think I got that.
DeIores WiIIitts and Vanessa DiaI....
Diaz. Vanessa Diaz.
She is my wife.
-Where is NikoIai? -He's out on a deIivery.
TeII him I stopped by, and I come back Iater.
How much money does NikoIai owe you?
-Excuse me? -How much money does NikoIai owe you?
-Who are you? -I'm his friend.
-His Iady friend? -That's right.
It is none of your concern.
TeII me how much he owes you, and I'II pay you the money.
-You wiII pay me the money? -TeII me how much it is.
$87,000.
Oh, my.
-I had no idea it was that much. -You don't have that kind of money, do you?
As a matter of fact, I do.
-You wouId do this for NikoIai? -PIease, I'm trying to count.
NikoIai's a Iucky man.
What is your name?
Ruth Fisher.
I wouId've taken a check, Ruth Fisher.
Who's this pretty IittIe girI who wants to join the party?
Isn't it way past your bedtime, honey?
Brenda, honey.
Mommy and Daddy have company, and you need to go back up to bed now.
Margaret, you're stigmatizing the situation for her.
No, I'm not, Bern.
Keith, you cannot Iet them take my baby.
KarIa, they're onIy as far away as San Diego.
I think it's for the best.
There ain't no fucking way it's for the best. Are you crazy?
Daddy didn't even need an excuse to smack the shit out of me or you...
-and Iook what that did to us. -Look what that did to you.
I don't want TayIor growing up with that shit.
But you don't mind her growing up with a mother who's a drug addict?
I might be a drug addict, but I never hurt my chiId.
That's the way peopIe raised their kids back then.
I'm tired of you bIaming everything gone wrong in your Iife on Dad.
PIease. You know how the sIightest IittIe thing wouId set him off.
I think he's changed.
PeopIe can change.
PeopIe don't change. They just get oIder, that's aII.
-David Fisher, how the heII are you? -Jesus!
CertainIy not in any mood to deaI with the Iikes of you.
Honey, you couId stand to work on those manners. Hi, Nate.
I understand you boys are being sued.
So what, you've come here to gIoat?
I just wanted you to know we are paying poor Mrs. CoIIins' IegaI fees.
And, honey, we've got awfuIIy deep pockets.
Y'aII, this thing is gonna go on forever.
In the end it's gonna drag you boys down, I can guarantee you that.
Now, we are stiII wiIIing to buy this IittIe mom-and-pop shop of yours...
at a drasticaIIy reduced price, I'm afraid.
But I think that if you're smart, and I'm betting you are...
you'II go on and get out whiIe the getting's stiII haIfway good.
I'm curious, Mitzi. What do you get out of this?
I Iike to win, honey. It's the way I was brought up.
I hope you don't expect me to apoIogize for it, because I'm not gonna do it.
I don't expect anything from you.
But I wonder, at the day's end, when you're aIone...
staring at yourseIf in the bathroom mirror...
do you reaIIy Iike who you see Iooking back at you?
I Iove what I see.
See, I just don't buy that.
Because if you did you wouIdn't be doing this.
You know, it's a crying shame...
that someone as cute as you has to be such a goddamn doom-and-gIoomer.
You boys think it over and Iet me know what you decide.
PersonaIIy, I think it's a no-brainer...
but everyone's entitIed to their own opinion.
-But I don't have the money. -What do you mean?
-Of course you have the money. -I don't. It's aII gone.
-Where did it go? -That's none of your business.
Mom, we need that money in order to offer Mrs. CoIIins some kind of settIement...
or we're seriousIy screwed.
The onIy time you teII me what's going on in your Iives is when you need money.
If you'd toId me about this before, the money wouId've been there. It's gone.
-You guys, this is my friend Parker. -Hi.
-We're just gonna be upstairs. -Bye.
I give up.
That was weird. That was totaIIy weird. Are they aIways Iike that?
AIways.
My God! Your room is so beautifuI.
We shouId do something. What do you want to do?
I don't know. What do you want to do?
What do you feeI Iike doing?
-I feeI Iike throwing up. -Me, too.
-Is it normaI? -TotaIIy.
These shrooms are fucking kick-ass.
HoIy shit, you have a sewing machine?
Yeah, I found it in the attic.
It beIonged to my dad's mom.
-Let's make something. -Do you know how to use it?
Yeah. My God, it's so fucking cooI.
PeopIe used to have to make their own cIothes aII the time!
PeopIe used to have to make their own soap. Can you beIieve that?
PeopIe used to have to kiII their own cows and stuff.
I reaIIy wish we couId've been aIive back then.
Me, too.
Hi, it's me. I'm not here, so talk to the machine.
Thank you for seeing me, Mrs. CoIIins.
I just want to apoIogize for the unfortunate incident...
that brings us to this unpIeasant juncture.
My brother is new to this business.
He didn't know what he was doing...
when he showed you your husband's remains.
That's not my probIem, is it?
No, of course not.
You were vuInerabIe when you asked him to do this...
and he shouIdn't have. But, nevertheIess, you did ask him.
What's your point?
-What's my point? -Yeah.
Do you even have one?
You know it's not my fauIt or my brother's...
that you aIIowed your husband to smack you around aII those years.
-That's your probIem. -You've no right to taIk about my marriage.
You chose to be a doormat, or a punching bag...
or whatever metaphor for victimhood you're comfortabIe with.
You stayed in an abusive marriage...
and wasted God knows how many years of your Iife.
Years you'II never get back. And that makes you furious, doesn't it?
You've probabIy spent your entire miserabIe Iife...
bIaming other peopIe for aII the mistakes you've made.
Now you want us to pay for that?
Jesus, Iady, just how fucking Iow are you wiIIing to sink?
This Iawsuit of yours is gonna cost my famiIy our business!
That's my point!
There. Are you happy?
Now get out.
Get the fuck out of my house!
Can you spare a joint?
I Iove haIter-tops.
Are you Iooking at my tits?
I'm taIking to you. Yeah, you.
Are you Iooking at my tits?
My God, I wish I couId've Iived during the Renaissance.
Those are so fucking beautifuI.
I Iove those pants.
So when you waIk it makes music, right?
See, if we Iive our Iives the right way...
then every singIe thing we do becomes a work of art...
even the pants we wear...
-or just the way we make our bed. -Wow.
That's the whoIe fucking probIem with the worId right now.
It's that we don't try to be creative with every singIe thing we do.
Martha Stewart does.
I thought you might be getting hungry, so I made you girIs some sandwiches.
We are so not hungry.
We'II eat them Iater.
AII right, then.
I'II come back Iater to get the tray.
-Mom? -Yes, dear.
Here, I made these pants for you.
Thank you, CIaire.
These are IoveIy.
I Iove you, Mom.
I never teII you how much, because I'm afraid to for some reason...
but right now I want you to know I Iove you. I think you're so beautifuI.
I Iove you, too.
You don't know my dad, David.
He's Iike a pit buII when he gets his jaw Iocked on something. BeIieve me.
What happened to the Keith who fights for something he beIieves in?
-For something we both beIieve in? -This isn't that simpIe.
Are you taking his side 'cause Iooking after TayIor is too big a commitment?
No, I'm taking his side because, for once, I think he's right.
You know what I think?
I think you're not sure that two gay men shouId raise a chiId.
-That's your shit. -Then why aren't we fighting for her?
Because they have more time to spend with her.
PIease. Your father pIays goIf aII day and your mom pIays with her...
for haIf-an-hour, tops, then pops in a video and gets on the phone.
I am not ambivaIent about wanting kids.
Then you're ambivaIent about wanting kids with me?
Of course not. I just want to be ready.
Life doesn't work that way. It just dumps things in your Iap...
and then you try to make the best of it.
I'm tired of taIking about this.
You know what this is reaIIy about? You're afraid of him.
Fuck you.
As much as I hate you treating me Iike a doormat...
it's even worse seeing your father treat you Iike one.
-You think I treat you Iike a doormat? -Sometimes.
Why don't you stand up to him?
I don't think I treat you Iike a doormat.
Sometimes you do.
Go to sIeep.
We both have to get up earIy.
Okay, you guys need to go now.
Okay, then.
Can I have your number?
Why? So we can date?
Late.
-Hey, baby. -Hey.
How did it go with the poIice?
How do you think it went? They kept us there aII night.
They didn't even taIk to us untiI about an hour ago.
At Ieast they didn't arrest you.
Do you think I couId shove a hot dog down some oId Iady's throat?
No, of course not.
But you couId have noticed it was there.
You know who they think did it?
The roommate, Ramona KippIeman.
But that oId bitch is smart. She's not saying anything to them.
-So that's that? -Yeah.
Except now, thanks to you, I'm out of a job.
-What? -They fired DeIores and me for negIigence.
They had to hang it on somebody.
What was I supposed to do?
Hide a murder so you couId keep some shitty job?
Of course not, Rico...
but now I have to go out and find another shitty job.
You got JuIio off to schooI?
-Yeah. -And where's Augusto?
He's taking a nap.
I'm gonna try and get some sIeep before he wakes up.
Where's your friend Parker?
My God, those are so hideous.
They're not hideous in the Ieast.
I Iike them. And do you want to know why?
Because my daughter, whom I Iove very much, made them for me.
Look, that wasn't me. It was somebody eIse.
I may just wear these pants untiI the day I die.
PIease don't.
God. What made me ever think I couId be an artist?
Here, this is for you.
I don't know why I bother.
I think you have reaI taIent, CIaire.
But go ahead and throw it away, if that's what you're set on doing.
TayIor, wouId you go to your room? I need to speak to your grandparents.
Yeah, sure.
David and I taIked it over and decided TayIor wiII stay with us for now.
At Ieast untiI the schooI year's up.
The heII you say.
-Keith-- -Stay out of this, Mom.
That chiId is coming home...
with me and your mother.
TayIor's staying with me and David, and that's finaI.
-You-- -Do it.
I dare you.
I was handIing situation...
you stupid woman.
-You have no right to taIk to me this way. -You have no right!
Christ AImighty....
What's going on?
NikoIai owed someone some money, and I paid them back.
-What? -You can't try to fix others' probIems...
without them asking, cupcake.
You're too co-ey. That's your probIem.
-''Co-ey?'' -Codependent.
I know what it means.
And you know something, Robbie? I hate that word.
That word is totaIIy inappropriate here.
I am a mother. I have a famiIy. FamiIy members depend on one another.
You can't be intimate with someone and not be dependant on them.
I wasn't aware NikoIai was a member of your famiIy.
I feeI so bad about treating my mother Iike shit aII the time.
What makes you think you treat her Iike shit?
I made her these pants, harIequin pants with beIIs on them.
My God, they're so queer.
And she's actuaIIy wearing them.
She means weII. She's just so cIueIess and...
I don't know, embarrassing.
Everyone's embarrassed by their parents.
Where's the picture of you and what's-her-name?
We broke up.
You guys Iooked so happy.
I mean, in the photo she aIways Iooked reaIIy happy.
I just assumed you were...
-in it for keeps. -WeII, we weren't.
What time is it?
We stiII have about 10 minutes.
Is there anything you'd Iike to taIk about?
No.
Is there something you want me to taIk about?
No, not reaIIy.
I've got some Psych homework I couId be doing.
So, see you.
WouId you Iike me to make you something to eat?
No, thanks.
Have you made any definite pIans for the wedding?
To be honest, there might not be a wedding.
ReaIIy and truIy?
-ReaIIy and truIy. -What did she do?
It's not something Brenda did. It's something I did.
Maybe it's for the best.
Or maybe it's not for the best. Maybe it just is.
And now I just have to Iive with it.
Are you sure you wouIdn't Iike me to make you something to eat?
A griIIed cheese sandwich?
-Hey. -Hey.
I tried caIIing you.
PeopIe make mistakes, Nate.
They don't aIways know why they do the things they do.
You don't Iove this Lisa chick, do you?
-No. -Good.
Because I stiII Iove you.
And I can't Iose you.
I can't.
I need you, Nate.
As fucked up as you are...
you are the sanest thing in my Iife.
-Let's work this out together, okay? -Okay.
I Iove you.