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(chopping)

(chopping)

(doorbell ringing)

- Happy New Year.

- Sharon.

- Is my little man around?

- Uh no, he's actually not,

but he should be any minute.

- Oh, I gotta give him his New Year's present.

- Right.

His New Year's present.

- Sure, silly.

I get him one every year.

Let's see, what did I get him last year?

Oh.

The silk boxer shorts I got him.

Hey, what do we have here?

Some gobble gobble?

It's New Year's, not Thanksgiving.

- Yeah, I thought it would be a nice holiday dish.

- Oh, honey, you cook it that way you're gonna dry it out.

- Did you,

can you stay for dinner?

- Hm?

No, no, no.

You two go ahead.

Ken's taking me to one of those shi-shi restaurants

he's always so excited about.

Made reservations months ago.

Mm.

Mm.

Speaking of which,

what's the date of the wedding again?

- August 27th.

- I knew it.

Can't make it, you'll have to reschedule.

- Reschedule?

But you said you were free all summer.

- Well I am.

We were.

But, Ken's got this cruise voucher and that's

the only weekend they can take us before it expires.

- But I've already booked the hall and everything.

- So, book another weekend.

Don't worry so much.

It's still a ways off.

Look,

there is no way I am missing my only child's wedding.

You have to reschedule, end of story.

So,

how is the baby?

Happy and healthy?

Oh yeah, he's coming along alright.

God, I can't believe my little man

is having a baby.

Come on.

Loosen up.

You're liable to scare him off with an attitude like that.

Don't you think?

- Thanks, Sharon.

(slow instrumental music)

(grumbling)

(stomping) (grumbling)

(slow instrumental music)

(slow, tinkling music)

* I get so restless I feel trapped inside my body

* Won't someone reach out

* And rescue me

* I can't settle down, settle down, settle down

* Settle down, settle down

* It's not the meds

* It's not the drag of decomposing

* I can't help this feeling

* I'm floating

* But anchored down, to the ground, to my bones

* To my own mortal address

* And if you would only cut the cord

* Well I wonder what my grandfather would think

* 50 years sweating for his family

* He knew how to settle down

* Settle down, settle down, settle down

(upbeat acoustic orchestral music)

- Hey Pearly.

Oh, did you have a good day?

Oh.

Hello?

Hello?

It smells fantastic.

(slow music)

- It's just one glass.

Your mom stopped by.

- I guess so.

What'd she say?

- Come on, open your New Year's gift.

- Yeah, I know.

I know it's kind of weird.

- Yeah, not to mention you're 33 years old.

- What did she,

name some other ex-girlfriends she likes so much more?

- She told me we have to move the fucking wedding day.

- Oh, pants!

Jean, look, pants.

So, we'll move the date.

It's not set in stone, is it?

- I already booked the hall.

- Well re-book it.

- They're all booked up.

I mean, they're not all booked up but they're booking up.

Excuse me, Pearl.

- Hon.

Come on.

Relax.

We'll just pick another date.

Why couldn't she make it?

- A fucking cruise. (laughing)

Ugh, her and Ken wanna go on some goddamn wind jammer cruise

to Turks and Caicos or some shit.

So I have to reschedule everything.

- Well it's just a hall, Jesus.

Mm.

You know what, I'll figure it out after the holidays.

I'll make some calls.

What are havin', Thanksgiving day?

- Uh no, it is not just the hall.

It's trying to schedule with my family.

My friends.

Do you realize how long it took us to settle

on August 27th?

My parents are in and out of town all summer long

and when they're not out of town,

my dad's having his corrective surgery.

- Well it sounds like your parents are the problem,

not my parents.

- No.

No.

They are not the problem because I have been in touch

with them and scheduling with them

for the past two months to land on August 27th.

Meanwhile your mom just stays out of the conversation

and says, "Oh, I'm just loafing around all summer."

(grumbling)

And then she flippantly unloads this horse shit on me

about some fab fuck cruise that's gonna expire.

- That is not good, now is it, honey?

- No.

And do you know how many of my stupid

fucking high school friends decided to get

married this summer?

All the weekends are filled up.

Will you please get a little upset about this, please?

(scraping)

Cary, it's just some dumb fucking cruise.

Can't you talk to her?

- Sure.

Sure, I can talk to her.

(soft acoustic music)

- Just stand up to her, hon.

It's our wedding, she'll understand.

- Eh, okay.

- She's just doing it to be confrontational anyway.

I will forever be the other woman.

- Okay, god, don't get into this.

- What? It's true.

You just don't know how true it is.

- Okay, whatever.

(soft acoustic music)

- Did you pick up the beets?

- Oh, fuck.

No, I did.

I did, but I must've left them at The Getaway.

- What?

Cary?

- Fuck, I'm sorry.

I'll just, I can go grab 'em, it's not a problem.

- No, don't worry about it.

I'm the only one who likes them anyway.

- Yeah, that's why I should get 'em though.

- No.

- It'll just be a second, though.

- No, I said it doesn't matter.

- But I feel bad now.

- What were you doing at The Getaway anyway?

- I just stopped in for a second.

- Even though I was making this nice dinner for us?

- Hon, it was just a second.

Just,

they had this new girl start so they asked me

to train her.

- Why would they ask you?

- You know what?

I left the beets on the back bar,

so that's where I'll go get 'em form.

- No.

Fuck it, damage done.

Too late.

- Oh.

I didn't wanna ruin your nice little spread.

- Bet you wouldn't have left the bag

if it was mac and cheese.

- Oh!

You're makin' mac and cheese!

- Yeah.

But I'm gonna spit in yours.

Seriously, see how these pants fit.

- Okay.

- [Jean] Other than the fact that there's no such thing

as New Year's gifts, it's odd how close in proximity

it is to Christmas.

Didn't she just get you pants?

- Yeah.

And those,

those were too small too.

- She still thinks you're her wittle boy.

- 30/30?

Why does she keep buying me 30/30's?

- It's what you wear, isn't it?

(soft acoustic music)

Why didn't she get me anything for New Years, I wonder?

- [Cary] You're not her wittle man.

- I'm gonna be her daughter, soon, though.

I practically am already.

I know why.

(soft acoustic music)

She really was kind of a bitch today.

Well, we have about

30 minutes 'til dinner's ready.

What do you wanna do?

- Oh man, no, I'm really starving.

Do we have any cheese or crackers I could have?

- I thought maybe you'd wanna run and get my beets.

- I can.

Yes I can.

Just give me a second, okay? - No, no, no, no, no.

Totally kidding, come on.

We still have the Thanksgiving day

parade on the DVR to watch

we never, ever, ever watched.

- You know what?

I thought you might wanna play some bass.

Yeah, come on.

You're never gonna get good if you never practice.

- Alright, let's play bass.

- I knew you'd want to.

Okay, you're gonna start with it open, open.

Yeah, remember this?

You gotta meet it though.

Yeah, so. (strumming)

Then you're gonna go five, five.

- Five, five.

- Seven, seven.

- Seven...

- Seven, seven.

Oh yeah, try it again.

- Seven, seven.

- Open.

Okay.

What's going on with you?

You were playing this fine last week.

Have you been practicing?

- No.

- Jean, you're never gonna get good

if you don't keep at it.

- Well, I do wanna get good, but when

am I supposed to practice?

- Aren't you at home all day? (strumming)

- Cary, what do you think I do all day?

Sit around watching court TV?

- Well no, but it's not like you're working all day,

every day.

- Uh, yeah.

Yeah, I kinda am.

When I'm not getting the PR stuff off the ground,

I'm planning our wedding.

Which doesn't have a firm date, by the way.

- All I'm saying is it takes a lot of dedication is all.

- Come on, show me something harder.

- You're not even getting the easy stuff that well.

- Fine. (laughing)

- Trust me, you'll never have to learn anything

more complicated than that for our band.

- Oh right.

Our band. (laughing)

I'm starting to think easy is just code for shitty.

- It is, but it's cool.

It's cool.

But then we can start doing shows.

- Yeah, we can teach our baby to play drums.

- Fuck yeah. (laughing)

And we'll teach her at a super young age

so it'll be this crazy novelty and everybody'll

want to see it.

- We could be like awful child star parents

but a shitty garage band.

- Yes.

So learn the bass already.

- I gotta stir the gravy.

(strumming)

- [Cary] It'll be fun though, right?

We'll get to tour and stuff.

(strumming)

- [Jean] We should work on a name.

- I thought of one the other day.

Jessica Albatross.

(laughing)

- For the baby?

- No, for the band.

- I'm saying we should work on baby names,

but sure, yeah.

Jessica Albatross, that's a good name for a little girl.

- Ooo. (laughing)

I thought of the perfect one the other day.

Doom Buggy.

- Come on, I wanna do baby names.

- Oh yeah, boy or girl.

Doom Buggy.

- Right.

What do you think about Olive?

For a girl, obviously? (people laughing outside)

- Uh, I think those guys upstairs are throwing

a rager tonight.

- Again?

Fuck.

For New Years?

- Yeah.

Saw 'em lugging a keg upstairs.

- [Jean] Did they say anything to you?

- No, I never talk to those dudes.

- You'd think they'd have the respect

to at least warn us they're having a party.

Seriously though.

Olive.

It's kind of growing on me.

- I like Magnolia.

- I do, too.

Sucks Kyle and Crystal took it already.

- Oh.

I had the shittiest work email today.

- I wonder what they're doing tonight.

I should say hey to her, see how she's doing.

- Kyle's probably practicing his stupid yogi yoga

bullshit or whatever.

He started doing it on the lunch breaks.

- It's healthy at least.

(laughing)

- He looks like a total doof.

He does it in the break room and he just lays out

his mat and everything.

- Well if he's starting to be a yogi.

Jesus, you ate all that cheese?

- [Cary] You helped.

- I hate like a bite.

- Well, it's good.

(laughing)

- Yeah.

But I'm cooking this nice dinner for us.

- I know, I'm hungry.

- Yeah, are you still hungry?

- I swear I am.

(slow piano music)

- I should've ran and gotten those canned beets.

- Jesus, I'm sorry about the beets, okay?

- No, no, it's just, you've been drinking.

You're probably full now, so I at least

could've have some beets if I'm, you know,

the only one enjoying the meal.

- I'm gonna enjoy the meal.

Come on, let's eat.

I'm starved.

- It's not ready yet.

- Okay well then let's finish this song, then?

- I don't want to play bass right now.

- You never do, that's the problem.

- Oh.

That's the problem?

- Jesus, why are you so pissed all of a sudden?

- Why couldn't you remember my canned beets?

- God, that's it, I'm grabbing the goddamn beets.

- No, dinner's almost ready.

- Well, you're obviously not gonna be satisfied

until I grab 'em.

Let me just grab 'em, I'll be second.

- No, just, it's too late.

You've already forgotten them.

Come on, let's just we can start--

- What's the matter with you? - Nothing.

(slow piano music)

Everything's just crazy.

I'm really hormonal right now I think.

You're just...

You just run and get the beets.

* I used to believe in the sound

* The sound of the ocean

* An infinite current to carry us

* Now there's a silence in the air

* Equally infinite but utterly desolate

* A desert hush

* I padlocked my own childhood

* And threw it in the abyss

* If someone would only dive down and

* Recover it

* Break

* Me

* Open

If you wanna head out tonight, you can.

- Uh no, no way.

I thought we were gonna spend the night in.

Solidarity, right?

(banging)

- You sure you don't wanna do some keg stands upstairs?

- Eh, I thought you'd never ask.

(chuckling)

What's going on?

- Oh, no, nothing, just joking around with Crystal.

- Oh that reminds me.

I haven't told you about that shitty email.

Mary sent out this super negative,

shitty email to the whole staff right before

we went home for New Year's Eve.

Isn't that fucked up?

- What'd it say?

- Well it was pretty much talking about

that pamphlet I mocked up for Clifton Medical Supply.

And she's like, "Oh, don't be creative

"and pretty much do all the boring stuff

"that the client wants you to do."

- Well you probably should do that, huh?

- Well, yeah, but, like why is it called

creative resources then?

- Cary, it's business writing.

That's just an arbitrary name.

- Why would Kyle lie to me?

He told me that it was this totally good job

and that it was super challenging.

All we end up doing is just writing this super lame

business jargon.

- It is a good job.

Kyle probably really does like it.

He gets paid well.

- It is really boring.

There's no way he could fucking like this job.

- Cary,

he has a kid.

It's called growing up.

- [Cary] Fuck that.

I don't ever wanna grow up.

- Right, but don't be like that.

It can't be that bad.

- Yeah?

Well you should try it.

- I did.

Remember?

For over two years at Chellem-Howell?

- Two years sounds pretty sweet

compared to four fucking--

- Cary, stop.

- You know what?

I'd love just to stay at home all day

and not go back to my stupid, boring job.

- Sweetie, it doesn't work like that.

You have to be making money if you wanted to stay home.

(groaning)

Kyle and Crystal wanna stop by.

- No fuckin' way.

No, no, no.

- What am I supposed to say

if they know we're just sitting around

at home all night?

- I don't know, say anything.

Say that we're watching a fucking movie or something,

I don't know.

- They wanna bring Magnolia over.

We've only seen her that one time

after she got home from the hospital.

- Fuck.

This night couldn't get any worse.

- Hey.

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

- No, I don't mean.

I don't mean you, I just mean all this fighting, it sucks.

- Okay, well, why don't we stop?

Can we?

- Sure whatever, I can. (chuckling)

- Such a--

Oh, I nearly forgot.

I got us an ice cream cake.

You want a piece?

- No, babe, I'm stuffed.

- Come on, you have to start working

on your sympathy weight.

- No, seriously, I'm over-stuffed.

I'm stuffed.

- [Jean] It's all that goddamn cheese and crackers

you wolfed down.

- You know what?

I'm famished.

Come here, serve it up.

(laughing)

- Hey.

I'm sorry.

- Oh, me too.

- No, but,

I'm sorry about last night.

Especially about last night.

- Forget it, you didn't mean it.

- I had this plan to make you this nice dinner and stuff

and make it up to you, but,

your mom stopped by and shit all over everything.

- What happened to the "And stuff?"

(laughing)

- I know you hate your job.

But we just have to start making sacrifices, right?

- I guess.

- Cary?

- No, I know.

I'm just worried about the Burning Daylights, you know?

Or wondering if we're ever gonna tour again.

- Well, you guys never really toured anyway, so,

why does it matter?

- Yeah, we did.

We went that one time to New York for a week

(phone pinging) and back.

- Oh, yeah.

(clearing throat)

Uh, they're coming over.

- God, really? - Yeah.

- I told them we were watching a movie

and they said they'd just pop in.

- God.

Take a hint, Dingles. - Yeah.

(slow acoustic music)

- Okay.

I'm gonna go get some beer then.

Alright, it'll just take a second.

(slow acoustic music)

* You be the deer, I'll float in the trees

* Hide and seek, hide and seek

* I'll be the snake down in the weeds

* Hide and seek, hide and seek

* There's no beginning, there's no end

* Only a need to comprehend

* What we're all missing

* Hide and seek

* Hide and seek

(acoustic pop rock music)

(soft rock music) (people chattering)

Hey.

I don't think these hipsters appreciate

your nice decorations.

- Well if they're hipsters then what are you?

- We met before, remember?

Well I will have a shot of whiskey.

Hey, I'm,

I'm a parent.

- Yeah.

So be extremely apparent.

- No, I mean (laughing)

I mean, like I'm a dad.

I'm gonna be a dad.

So, I'm not like all these hipsters running around.

- Congratulations.

- Hey, I'm gonna take it from here, okay?

Shoo.

How's New Years going for you so far?

- Oh, it's alright, man, how's yours?

- Beautiful, but it's about to get

this much better.

Alright, what's this to?

To, uh,

to another shitfaced year.

- I hope so.

- Woo, okay.

I'm gonna go restock some shit.

Are you gonna be around?

- Sure.

- Okay, great, I'll see you in a second.

- Alright.

(soft rock music)

(soft rock music) (people chattering)

- Oh hey, do you want a bump?

- Huh?

Oh.

Yeah, sure, why not?

- Great.

So, are you hanging around tonight then?

- Oh man, I wish.

No I just, I came by for a six pack.

- Oh fuck man, that sucks.

Well, I am gonna get you nice and lit for

game night or whatever it is you're doin'.

- Fucking hanging out with Kyle and his wife

is apparently what I'm doing.

- Oh shit, man, that's gonna be fun.

- Yeah.

I guess.

Not likely, though.

- Dude, what's the deal?

I thought that you and him had like

a super awesome bromance going on?

(laughing)

- I, I guess, man.

Things were a lot cooler, though, when we were

focusing on the band and stuff.

- But you know what, man?

This is, like, the fucking time, dude,

where like, you're fucking having babies.

You're like, settling down,

becoming old together.

This is the time where you just kind of hang it up.

You know, you call it a day.

- It's bullshit, though, man, you know?

I mean, you wouldn't stop playing just because

you were having kids or whatever.

- I don't know, man.

You gotta grow up sometime, you know?

(sniffing)

(sniffing)

(slow, tinkling music)

- [Bobby] Alright man, it's time for me to just,

hop back into the fray.

- Yeah, and hey, man.

Can I get that six pack?

IPA or whatever.

- Oh yeah, but, this is for Kyle, right?

- [Cary] Yeah.

- And he is gluten free.

And we are completely out of gluten free, dude.

- Ah, fuck.

Alright, that's cool.

Thanks, man.

Hey, you mind if I just chill back here for a bit?

- Nah, it's all good.

Can you just clean up a little bit after yourself?

- Yeah, I can.

- [Bobby] Alright, see you man.

(slow, tinkling music)

* Holdin' out

* You're holding out

* So who are you waiting for

* Do you really think another love will fill the hole

* Your sorrow is a curse that keeps you holding out

* Stop holding out when you should be grabbing hold

- Hi, you guys.

- [Crystal] Hey, hello.

- Oh, look at the little inch worm.

Ooo, look at that hand. (laughing)

Oh, come in.

- Oh, your place is so adorable.

Oh, I love your tree.

- [Jean] Have you guys been here before?

- No, I guess not.

- Oh wow.

Cary will be back in just a minute.

And you remember Pearl.

Um, he just went out to get some beer.

- Oh, he didn't have to do that.

- [Jean] Oh, well.

I'm not sure what's taking him so long.

And I don't think it's just for you, so.

- Well in that case, I think he did have to do that.

(laughing)

- I brought dessert, it's cherry pie.

- Oh, oh.

* I got a fever I can't shake

* I got a sickness I ain't gonna quit

* I'm on a streak that I can't break

* Lighting the wick of each relationship

* Boy, I got a secret to tell you

* It's never as hard as you're makin' it seem

* Yeah, I got a secret to tell you

* You're out of truth 'cause you wanna be

* I'm bustin' out of this coffin

* I'm gonna run my own bones in the dirt

* Color the road with my skeletons

* Hastily hid and they never stay put

* Boy, I got a secret to tell you

* Nobody's ransacking your dresser drawers

* I got a secret to tell you

* You're not even sure what they're hiding for

I have been sipping on this.

I opened it last weekend, but it still tastes okay.

- Sure.

I'll have a sip of the old wine.

You're supposed to let it age, right?

- That's right.

And you're okay?

- Yeah, water's totally fine.

I'm breast feeding so I can't have any booze.

Boo hoo.

- Oh.

Ooo, she is such a darling.

- Oh, thank you.

So, a baby on the way, and a wedding.

You must have your hands full.

- Yeah, yeah.

Oh well, I mean, nothing like you guys, I'm sure.

- Remind me of the date again.

- Um.

Funny you should mention that.

It was August 27th and now I'm not sure what's going on.

- What?

What do you mean?

Is everything okay?

- Oh yeah, no, it's just Cary's mom.

- Oh boy.

What's she done now?

- It's nothing really.

She just stopped by tonight with some

cockamamie story about this cruise she has to take

that weekend or something.

- That sounds about right.

- I don't get it.

Is she, like?

- A kook.

- To put it lightly.

I'm sure you understand why Cary is the way

he is now, huh?

- Yeah, well, yeah.

She's not all that bad.

I think she just sort of lives in her own orbit.

- Says the soon-to-be daughter-in-law.

(laughing)

- I can't remember.

How long have you two been together?

- Um, six years.

- Wow.

Just getting married now?

I mean, not that that's a bad thing.

- Actually, I think certain circumstances

fast tracked the decision.

- Well I could see us all hanging out a lot more

once we all have kids.

I mean, wouldn't that be fun?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I would love that. - It'll be fun.

- Yeah, it's so hard now.

With everyone being so busy anymore.

- And trying to pin Cary down for more than five minutes.

You know, I swear, I never see anymore.

Except for slaving away in his cubicle at work.

- You know, he told me about that email that Mary sent?

That sounds kind of brutal.

- Brutal?

Hardly.

He never follows any of the company guidelines.

He doesn't even follow any of the notes that his clients

give him.

Basically the tell him to do one thing,

and he does something entirely different.

- But do you really think it was necessary

to reprimand him on a group email?

- Trust me.

She has reprimanded him plenty in person.

I think this is like, her latest effort to try

to get through to him.

Okay.

It's not like he's gonna get fired or anything.

He is a really good writer, it's just,

well, you know, he's Cary.

He likes to do things his own way.

- Wow, I didn't realize he was so difficult.

(laughing)

- You didn't realize that Cary Lonegan was so difficult?

- Honey.

- No, no, no, no, that's okay.

Of course I know how Cary is.

That's why I love him.

- Yeah, he's awesome. - Yeah.

I just didn't, yeah, I just didn't realize he was having

such a hard time at work.

- Well, he's a really good writer.

It's just,

well, like you said.

He's Cary.

And that's why we love him.

(soft acoustic orchestral music)

- Hey.

Come here.

Yeah, you.

Come here.

- Can I help you?

- What's up, man?

You partying tonight?

- Yeah, kind of.

- Kind of?

How is that going?

- Well, I mean, I am.

But the dudes I'm with aren't really.

- She wants to ask if you'll buy us a 12 pack.

- [Cary] Of soda?

- Yes, one 12 pack of vanilla cream soda, please sir?

- I am not gonna get busted for your little antics.

Don't you have an older brother

or a cousin?

- My brother's a total dick licker.

- Come on, dude.

We're like totally cool chicks.

And we're practically 21 anyways.

- Aw, yeah, and what's the law got to

do with it anyway, right?

- Exactly.

They should make IDs cards that say "Practically 21."

- I tell you what, why don't you show me your ID

that says you're practically 21 and I'll go ahead

and buy that vanilla cream soda.

- Where is it?

Fuck, I can't find it anywhere.

I got this, though.

Practically $21.

Please?

Ugh.

- Disemboweled Vagina?

- Work out music.

(drum roll)

- [Shawna] Is that for us?

- Yeah, this one.

I don't really know what to do next.

Feels like doing a drug deal here.

- Do you wanna hop in your car for a sec and have a beer?

- Uh yeah, let's go.

- Okay.

Who you sextin'?

- Uh, huh?

Oh, no one.

Home.

- Who's home?

I mean, god, we're in a strange man's car

and we don't know a single thing about him?

What if he's a homicidal rapist?

- Not funny.

- You're not a homicidal rapist, are you?

- I'm Cary.

- See?

He's Cary, he's not a homicidal rapist at all.

- [Tracy] Scary Cary.

- She's all bent out of shape 'cause her boyfriend's gay.

- Oh, how does that work?

- It doesn't, Scary Cary, it doesn't.

I'm Shawna.

Pleased to make your acquaintance.

And this barrel of laughs behind me is Tracy.

- Oh, I,

I used to have a cat named Tracy.

- So glad you're not gonna rape us.

- Who's back at home?

A lady?

- Oh yeah, um, it's just, um, someone I live with.

- Is she like your room mate

or are you guys like a thing?

- Yeah, you could say that, I guess.

- Say what?

That you're a room mate or a thing?

- Um, both.

I mean, you know, she's my room mate

and we're like, together.

- Sounds pretty hot and heavy.

- Actually it's kind of hot and cold.

Uh, what do you guys do?

- We're at the Art Institute.

We moved here from Kentucky.

It's pretty awesome here.

Are you from here?

- Yeah.

Yeah, the suburbs.

- We live in the dorms.

It sucks.

- Yeah?

What are you guys doing way up here?

- Oh this is our favorite liquor store

to pick up strange men.

- Ah, I guess you're doing a bang up job then, right?

- We're going to some dumb party Tracy's gay boyfriend

told us about.

We're going so we can hold hands at midnight

and talk about shoes--

- He's not gay.

I wish he was gay, though.

I wish we were both gay dudes.

- You'd get a lot more action.

How about you?

Do you get a lot of action from your room mate?

- I can't believe we're still talking about this.

- Oh, come on.

Stop being so sexually buttoned up.

That's the problem with this country.

So freaking provincial.

When did you guys meet?

- Oh well, a while ago.

A while.

- Ooo, so you probably don't get a lot of action

at all anymore, huh?

Sensitive subject.

Um.

How did you guys meet?

Was it love at first sight? - God, 20 questions.

- Um.

Oh, not exactly, I mean.

You know, it was actually business.

She did the PR for my band.

- You're in a band?

What band?

- Uh, yeah.

The Burning Daylights.

- Hm, never heard of them.

My boyfriend's in the band Cleanliness.

You ever play with them?

- Never heard of 'em.

- Really?

Oh god, they're like blowing up.

You should totally go see 'em.

- Yeah, I guess I'm a little out of the loop.

- The Burning Daylights, huh?

When do you guys play next?

- Oh, we haven't booked anything yet.

I mean, but, we probably will soon.

- Sweet, I wanna come see you play.

- Yeah?

(slow, tinkling music)

- [Tracy] He's there, can we go now?

- Hey, Scary Cary?

Do you mind taking us to this dumb little party?

- He said he was coming back.

No idea what's taking him so long.

- He really didn't have to bother with

gluten-free anything.

This wine is totally fine.

- Maybe we should dig into that pie.

- Yes.

Yes, let's do it.

Hey, forget Cary.

More for us, right?

- [Crystal] Oh, your kitchen is so cute.

- [Jean] Oh, thanks.

- Yeah, Kyle and I just redecorated.

Stressful.

Oh here, let me dish that up.

It's a little bit runny.

Should taste good.

Thank you.

Oh, thanks.

- [Jean] I'm so sorry about Cary.

He can be so inconsiderate sometimes.

- Oh, that's alright.

He's just trying to be helpful, I'm sure.

- [Jean] Um.

Yeah, thanks, but,

no, he's not.

I'm sure.

- What's up?

Is everything okay with you two?

- Uh yeah.

It's fine, you know.

Just

ups and downs, but it's fine.

- I'm really glad we came over tonight.

We don't get to see each other that much, you know?

- Yeah, yeah, it's good to see you guys, too.

It's so nice to--

- I know we don't know each other that well, but,

I really like you, Jean.

So, you know, if there's anything that you

wanna get off your chest that--

- I don't know what's happening to us.

(sobbing) - Hon, what's going on?

(sobbing)

- He just gets so distant, alright?

Disappears all together like right now.

It's like he keeps up this facade but there's just,

there's nobody behind it.

- That's just guys, you know?

They--

(sobbing) (slow music)

- For all I know, we don't even have a wedding date set.

- [Crystal] You do...

(soft music drowns out speaker)

* Hello

* Hello

* Hello

* Hello

- He's such a child.

Total arrested development.

All 'cause of his mom.

Unless there's some other traumatic event

I don't know about. (laughing)

Just being around her is traumatic enough

to fuck anybody up for a lifetime.

(laughing)

- Yeah, Kyle told me a little about her.

- And I have been saying such awful things

to him lately and it's like he doesn't even care.

I called him a selfish, spoiled brat right to his face.

God, it made me feel like a child calling names like that.

No, but that's what he reduces you to.

Just last night, we had this epic fight,

which has been happening more and more lately.

I keep blaming my hormones, but anymore,

I'm not even sure-- - Oh gosh.

It's not your hormones.

Even if it was, I hate that excuse.

- Ugh, I know.

I hate that I even offer it as an excuse, but,

so, last night, we're arguing about houses.

We're gonna buy a house.

- Exciting.

- Yeah, yeah, I guess.

But he's fighting it every step of the way.

Apparently he'd be happy renting this dump

for the rest of his life despite us hardly

fitting into it even without a baby.

And when I exposed the fact that he is,

he is too scared to be bogged down by a mortgage,

he just sort of shrugged like, "Yeah.

"Yeah, so what?"

So, I decided to test him a little

and I was like, "Well, why don't I just buy a house?

"And you can just pay me rent, like a tenant."

To which he actually sat there, considering.

Considering.

So I really laid in on him.

Called him a shitty, washed up, never was musician

who could just move back into his mother's

basement for all I cared.

(door opening)

(soft rock music)

I know it was harsh.

I was way out of line.

But do you know how difficult it is to discuss

the future, your own child's future,

with someone who doesn't give two shits

about anything other than himself?

- Oh come on, he's not that bad.

I mean,

he loves you, he just,

some people have a hard time showing it.

- Yeah, a real hard time.

Wait, you wanna know what the worst part of it was?

- I said all that awful stuff to him,

and he just looked at me with this

like, totally blank expression

and just left the room.

And then this morning he gets up,

goes to work with a smile on his face

like nothing ever happened.

It's like he still carries this power over me,

this authority, like he knows something I don't.

- Hm.

Well, what would that be?

- You know what I think it is?

It's simple.

He doesn't need me anymore

- [Crystal] Oh come on.

- No, no, no.

He doesn't.

He doesn't need me.

He knows I don't need him, really.

I mean,

I'm the one having our baby.

At the end of the day, it's my responsibility, not his.

- But Jean, he would never do that.

- He knows I'm financially stable.

He knows I could just work from home.

Could even get a nanny to help out.

I don't know what I want anymore.

But it would be nice if the baby had a dad.

- Maybe you are a little hormonal.

- Oh my god, I was so drunk at Kelly's last weekend.

Did you hear about Peter pissing her bed?

- [Shawna] Yeah, little pervert.

- Shawna.

Shawna, I pissed her bed.

- You slut bag. - Totally.

Peter totally took the wrap for me.

- You think that's bad?

I peed myself.

- What?

- Yeah.

It was a sleepover at her house in the seventh grade.

You didn't hear about this?

- [Tracy] No.

- [Shawna] Take a right up here.

- Seriously?

This is my street.

- No way.

You wanna come party with us?

- [Cary] Oh, I mean, I already have company over.

- Oh.

Okay.

And,

here it is.

- [Cary] You gotta be shittin' me.

This is my apartment.

- [Tracy] Wait, wait, what?

What's going on?

- This isn't your party is it?

- Uh no, I live on the main floor.

You must be going to my neighbors

on the second floor.

- Huh.

Cute place.

Small world, huh?

- Tiny.

Uh.

Hey, uh.

(laughing)

I mean, it's not that crazy.

You were in the neighborhood, weren't you?

- Yeah, um, I'll see you later, Scary Cary.

- Are you gonna come up?

- Oh, uh, no, no.

I don't think so.

I have company.

- Maybe I ought to come down then.

- Oh god, please don't.

- If this is your place, aren't you gonna park?

- Um, no.

My parking spot's in the back.

- Okay.

Well.

Thanks for the ride.

Happy New Year.

- Happy New Year.

(slow orchestral music)

(chuckling)

- I felt so bad about last night that I was gonna

tell him this story about how, when we first met,

it wasn't actually, you know, the first time

I had seen him.

- How did you two meet?

- Well we met at a show, actually.

One of his shows.

Their shows.

I gave him my business card at the time.

These flimsy Kinko's copy cards that I had made

for my short-lived music PR company.

And, it wasn't until after they hired me

that we started dating.

What I never told him

is that I had actually seen him play

a couple times already

and I had, like, seen him around town and stuff.

But, I just didn't know how to approach him

without seeming, you know, gross.

So

I started a PR company

to give myself an excuse to go up and talk to him.

- What?

That is so adorable.

Why didn't you ever tell him?

- I don't know.

I mean, it seemed

kind of unprofessional and I actually took money from them.

But to be fair, I really did start a PR company.

I just started it that day.

And Iitdid pretty well, actually.

That's how I ended up at Chellem-Howell.

- Wow.

I think you should tell him, he'll love it.

- It doesn't really matter.

I just wanted to remind him of

you know

how important it felt back then.

I practically altered my life trajectory

just to have a chance to talk to him.

He once drove overnight for 18 straight hours

from Austin just to see me one day sooner.

He'd never do that now.

- Well how's work going now?

How's the new company going?

- Oh my god.

I should be asking you something.

- Oh.

- How's Magnolia? (laughing)

How's being a mom?

How's...

How is your work going?

- You know, it's tough, but it's good.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- God, I feel really terrible asking you this,

but what do you do again?

- Oh, that's okay.

I work with battered women.

- Oh my god.

Oh.

This must just all sound so petty to you and dull

and awful.

- Are you kidding me?

I wish that more women were as strong as you are.

But then I guess I'd be out of a job, so.

- Maybe you should be talking to Cary.

I mean, really.

- Yeah, have his people contact my people--

- Hey everyone, free beer!

Hey.

(laughing)

Hey, what'd I miss?

(upbeat jazzy music)

Hey, whoa.

- Cary.

- It's alright, it's fine, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Hey.

How about that email, huh?

Jesus Christ.

- Yeah, she was a little miffed, I suppose.

- A little miffed?

She ripped everybody a new asshole.

- Really?

I guess I didn't read it as harshly as all that.

She's been under a lot of pressure, you know with

some of the bigger clients.

- You know,

I think I know who she's talking about.

- Who?

- Patterson.

He's been doing real shit work lately.

I don't think he even gives a fuck, you know?

But still.

That was bullshit that she ripped into us

on New Year's Eve?

- Get a couple of drinks while you were out?

- I,

I had one at the Getaway.

Oh, that's where I first stopped to get

your gluten-free.

- You really didn't have to.

- No, man, it's okay.

It's no worries, no.

And sorry it took me so long.

I probably should have stopped after the second place

but then it became sort of a mission.

- Well it tastes even better knowing what you

went through to track it down.

- Ah.

- So, do you have a gluten allergy?

- I just try to avoid it whenever I can.

Initially I thought the whole gluten scare

was just an excuse for people to avoid eating carbs,

but then like, my mom tried...

(Kyle drowned out by tinkling music)

(slow orchestral music)

Is it getting crazed out there for New Years?

- Oh, it's,

they were not too wild.

The liquor stores are kind of busy though.

Hey, hey you know what we should do?

We should set up a show.

- Really? - Yeah.

- I thought we were taking a break?

Or a hiatus or whatever you wanted to call it.

- Oh, I know.

I just think it would be good to set up a show

and create a local presence.

- Cool with me.

Set up a show, I'll be there.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Oh well, hell.

Might as well parlay it into some regional shows, too, man.

- Yeah.

I mean, there's work to consider and everything, but,

yeah.

- Yeah, maybe it isn't the best time to, you know,

hit the road with a baby on the way and the wedding.

- I was thinking the same thing, you know.

I'm sure your hands are very full.

- I love your dog.

She's so sweet.

- Oh thanks.

Yeah, sorry she smells like a thousand butt holes.

Oh.

Your daughter, she is a stone cold fox.

- Oh, (laughing) thank you.

I supposed she can smell like one butt hole sometimes.

(laughing)

- Curse you, shitty neighbors.

- [Crystal] At least they have an excuse.

- They didn't even bother to tell us.

- They didn't bother to invite us.

That's what Jean's so upset about.

- Yeah.

Yeah, Cary, that's what I'm upset about.

- Oh, I didn't realize it mattered so much to you.

- And I didn't realize we mattered so little to you.

- We should get going.

- No, no, stay.

Stay.

You just sat down and Jean, well Jean

is just getting warmed up.

- They've been here nearly an hour.

You've just sat down.

- [Kyle] Thanks for the beer man.

- Taking off, huh?

Sorry my fiancee cut the party short.

- I cut the party short?

You hardly even showed up for it.

Thank you for being here.

Thank you.

- Call me if you need anything.

- [Cary] What is she gonna need?

- Everything cool, then?

- Yeah, everything's cool.

Just having a baby, you know.

- Jean's really great, man.

Don't be too hard on her.

- She's pretty great?

What about me?

I'm the one getting reamed out here.

- Just,

take it easy.

Cool?

- Yeah.

Cool.

(slow orchestral music)

(knocking)

Jean?

I'm gonna go walk the dog, okay?

Come on, Pearly. (cellphone ringing)

Come on, girl.

(cellphone ringing)

(cellphone ringing)

Hey, what's up?

* Happy New Year to you

* Happy New Year to you

Okay, okay, that's enough.

- [Sharon] How's my little man?

Are you guys having a nice night at home?

- Yeah.

Yeah, you know.

It's okay.

- [Sharon] Did you open your present?

- Yeah, yeah, they're a little tight.

- [Sharon] Meh, you're just a ponchie, that's all.

Can't you suck it in?

- No, that's not it, mom.

They're too small.

You always buy me a size too small.

- [Sharon] Okay, I'll shop at Men's Warehouse from now on.

- Okay yeah.

Can I go now?

- [Sharon] "Can I go now?"

What are you, four?

- Well that's how you treat me sometimes.

- [Sharon] 'Cause that's how you act sometimes.

- Okay, what'd you say to Jean today?

She's all pissed off now.

- [Sharon] She's all pissed off?

She threatened not to move her wedding date

after I told her I couldn't make it

and she's all pissed off?

Boy, you got a real fire cracker on your hands.

- But mom, you could've said something

a little bit earlier you know.

- [Sharon] I am saying something earlier.

Cary, all she's done is rented a hall

so move the date, big deal.

- Okay, well, there may not even be a date now.

- [Sharon] What?

Why?

What's going on?

- Nothing, nothing.

We have to reschedule now.

I don't know.

- [Sharon] Well, I don't know what the big rush is anyway.

- I don't know, ask Jean.

- [Sharon] You sure got your hands full

with that one, don't you?

- Mom, it doesn't help out to cut her down like that, okay?

- [Sharon] Well someone's gotta stand up to her.

It sure as hell ain't gonna be you.

- Mom.

- [Sharon] I don't know how you ended up so spineless.

You're just like your father sometimes, I swear.

- Okay, um, you know what?

I gotta go, so have a good New Year.

- [Sharon] Oh, don't be so upset.

Everything will turn out just fine.

And what's it matter if you're married or not

when the baby's born anyway?

- I don't know.

Thanks for the pants.

- [Sharon] Love you sweetie.

- Love you, too.

- Elliot!

Elliot!

Elliot!

- Go this way.

- [Little Girl] Elliot!

- [Man] Hey puppy puppy.

Look at that loaf of bread.

- [Little Girl] Elliot!

- Hey pooch.

Hey man, you want a beer?

- [Cary] Come on.

- Eh, yeah man.

They're not mine.

- Yeah, sounds right.

- The party's upstairs man.

Second floor.

(upbeat rock music)

* I get the feeling that the worst isn't over

- Hey, what up, man?

Too loud for you down there?

- Huh?

Uh, nah.

No, no, no.

You're okay.

Happy New Year.

- Yeah, Happy New Year.

Where's your wife?

- Oh no, man, we're not married.

I think she went to bed.

- [Man] Fuck it, man, Happy New Years.

- Yeah.

Hey, you guys are still here.

- Jake, it's Scary Cary.

- No shit, look everyone, Scary Cary.

- Scary Cary, where's your room mate?

- Oh, um.

I think she went to bed.

- What about your little shindig?

Everyone pass out already?

- Uh, yeah.

They're just an old married couple.

Buddy duddies.

- Fuck yeah.

This place is totally lame but we're kind of stuck here.

I mean, at least until midnight.

We don't wanna be in like a cab or something on New Year's.

- No, that would totally suck.

I mean, I remember when I was in New York--

- What are you doing here?

- I don't know.

I mean, I live downstairs so I thought

I'd just pop up.

- Oh, you thought you'd just pop up?

- Hey.

I just realized I didn't pay you back for that 12 pack.

- No.

You completely did not.

- I would offer you another beer, but we're all out.

Can you grab some from downstairs?

- Oh, uh.

Well I probably should only stay for a minute, but,

you can, we can share this.

(rock music)

- Uh, we're going to a party after this.

Wanna come?

- Uh, I think I should probably stick around here.

- But, how am I ever gonna pay you back?

- Slut. (coughing)

(laughing)

- Wanna go have a smoke with me?

- Okay.

- [Jake] Hey bruh, Happy New Years.

- Oh thanks man.

- Oh come on man, you can drink more than that.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Alright.

(all exclaiming)

- [Jake] Where'd you learn to drink like that?

- Are you alright, dude?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Hey bruh, you might as well finish the bottle.

- No, I'm cool man.

- [Jake] Come on, it's New Years, drink up.

- Yeah.

One more won't hurt, right?

(coughing) (laughing)

- [Tracy] Oh shit.

(rock music)

(coughing)

- What the fuck?

(barfing)

What the fuck, man?

- Excuse me, excuse me.

- [Woman] What the fuck?

(slow orchestral music)

* You should fold up your telescope

* Chuck your compass at the unknown

* You should shoot out every star

* All they've gotten you is lost

* They burned out so long ago

* Those twinkly little lights

* Be hung from the window sill

* Just above our bed

* Our first studio, we barely could make the rent

* So we held our world on a string

* We had an answer for everything

(rock music in the distance) (people chattering)

- What were you doing in there?

- I was just brushing my teeth.

Getting ready for bed.

- It's not even midnight yet.

Going to bed already?

- Last I saw, you were in bed, so I just figured that--

- No.

I wasn't in bed.

I was in our bedroom, crying.

Last you saw me, I was slamming our bedroom door.

I talked to Kyle about that work email.

- Oh yeah?

What'd he say?

- [Jean] Why does everything have to be

so difficult with you?

- Who's being difficult?

I just said, "What'd he say?"

- He told me that Mary is exhausted.

She doesn't know what to do with you.

- What?

Well how about I quit?

And then she won't have to worry about

what to do with me--

- It's like trigger response for everything.

- Fuck her, you know.

If she doesn't like my work, she can just suck a dick.

- Jesus.

What has gotten into you tonight?

Are you wasted or something?

- What?

When do I have time to get wasted?

This is like the tamest New Years

since I watched the ball drop with my grandma.

- When?

You have been gone all goddamn night.

You tell me when.

- This is stupid.

- What are you doing?

We were having a conversation.

- Well, I just figured that if I'm gonna get reamed out

for being drunk, I might as well be having a beer.

Gra-zoom.

- God, Cary.

When did you become such a prick?

- Me?

I should be asking you that.

- I know I've been mean lately, okay?

Do you know how awful that makes me feel?

I'm only reacting to how absent you've been.

You've been like on a different planet for weeks now.

Do you think I like yelling at you all the time?

I love you.

You can't just quit your job if you don't like it.

We're having a baby.

- I'm not gonna quit my job, okay?

She just, the whole company just pisses me off.

- Is that how you'd deal with us?

Would you just quit?

- I said I'm not gonna quit my job, alright?

- Where were you tonight?

- What do you mean where was I?

I was running around town trying to get gluten-free

piss beer for Benedict Arnold or some shit.

- No, what took you so long?

How many drinks did you have at The Getaway?

- Why?

Are we counting beers now?

I don't know.

A couple?

And if you must know, they're having trouble

with the new bartender so I had to

jump behind the bar and help 'em out.

- You left me alone with your friends

so you could have-- - You invited them.

- They invited themselves.

They were coming over to see you.

And then you skipped out, leaving me alone

to awkwardly dish up small talk all night.

- No you, no, no, you are friends with Crystal.

You guys were texting.

- We are friends of convenience.

Our fucking husbands slash fiances,

or whatever the fuck you are now, are old friends,

so we are just picking up the slack,

so social engagements like tonight

aren't so uncomfortable, which it was,

because you were absent for most of it.

- I'm not gonna stand here and be cussed out

because Kyle decided to come over and parade around

his baby and his wife.

- Oh my god, don't even get me started on that.

- On what?

- I saw you checking her out tonight.

You think I'm that dim?

Yeah, she's fucking hot.

- What am I supposed to do?

Stare at the floor when I talk to her?

- Oh my gosh, ugh, just forget it, ugh!

You make me act like a fucking 14-year-old, I swear.

- [Cary] Fine, what else?

What's next?

What else am I doing wrong, Jean?

- I'll tell you what else bothers me.

What bothers me

is that you get so riled up about Kyle

and about work and everything but when I said

all those awful things to you last night

you basically just shrugged it off and went to bed.

- What?

You tell me, let me get this straight.

Now you're mad at me because I wasn't mad at you?

- I am mad because you don't fucking care.

I am like textbook lashing out at you

and you just shrug it off like I'm some stranger

off the street.

No, no, no.

No, that's not even it.

You would go off on a stranger.

I'm like even less than a stranger to you.

You don't give a fuck what I think about you

'cause you don't give a fuck about me!

- Yeah, I do, of course I do.

Why else do you think I put up with you

yelling at me everyday?

- 'Cause you're too chicken shit to leave.

- What?

Oh god, you want me to leave?

You'd love that, huh? - Cut it out.

I don't wanna play head games with you.

- Who's playing games?

(rock music in the distance) (people chattering)

- I am sorry, for what it's worth.

Sorry for saying those things last night.

I didn't mean them.

- Yeah, you did.

It doesn't matter.

I don't care anyway.

- See?

There's that shitty, careless attitude.

You truly don't give a fuck what I think of you?

- What, you think I'm a loser, so fuck you.

I don't care.

- You really think I think that about you?

You're just some loser?

We're getting married.

- [Cary] Supposedly, anyway.

- Cary, I don't think you're a loser.

It kills me you think that.

(slow orchestral music)

Have you talked to your mom?

- No.

(slow acoustic orchestral music)

* I fell down a well in my mind

* And I can't traverse it

* No, I can't reverse it to save my life

* If only you'd throw down a rope

* But you can't be bothered

* You've got your own problems

* You've had enough

* Not that I could blame you

* Okay, we both know that's a lie

* You shoulder the blame as I stomach the shame

* In this bottomless cavern

* If you'd break

* Me

* Open

- I was meaning to tell you about this,

this kind of funny secret about how when we first met,

it wasn't, you know, the first time I had seen you play.

- Yeah, are you talking about your fake PR company?

- What?

You knew about that?

- Yeah, we all knew about that.

- Oh my god.

Why didn't you tell me?

You just let me take money from you and stuff?

- Yeah, I made the guys hire you.

- You did?

- Yeah.

I wanted to sleep with you.

- Oh no.

I am such a slut. (laughing)

(laughing)

Hey, I did a pretty decent job, though, anyway.

Despite not knowing what the hell I was doing.

- Oh yeah, I think you did a real good job.

(laughing)

- Ah, all this time we've been holding these

little lies over each other.

- That's everyone, though.

It was a long time ago, wasn't it?

- Same year I got Pearly.

Where is Pearl?

- She isn't here?

Oh, maybe I left her in the back.

- What?

Why?

How could you leave her in the backyard?

- [Cary] It's fine, it's not even that cold out there.

- [Jean] Yeah it is.

- [Tracy] Hey, Scary Cary.

Hey Scary Cary.

(paper trumpet sounding)

(slow acoustic music)

- [Jean] That gate is open.

- Jean, Jean, I'll check the alley.

You check the front yard.

Pearl!

(tense acoustic orchestral music)

Pearl!

Pearl!

(tense acoustic orchestral music)

- Have any of you seen a big yellow dog?

(soft acoustic orchestral music)

* All my life

* Has led to this

* And every moment after it

* So why can't I commit

* Snapshots flicker

* In my mind

* A woman sings a lullaby

* If only I could hear it

(upbeat rock music in the distance)

- [Cary] Come on.

- Pearly.

Oh Pearly.

Oh, hi baby.

I was so worried about you.

Where were you?

God, you're so cold.

- She was hanging out with this neighbor girl.

Totally safe.

- Why did you leave her outside?

She could've been hit by a car.

- I didn't leave her out there.

I just, I came in and I forgot.

- But why?

Why would you leave her out there at all?

Didn't you just take her for a walk?

- Because I--

- Did she not take a dump or something?

- I don't know.

We were just getting back from the walk

and my mom called so I let her out in the yard and then,

I don't know--

I thought you didn't talk to your mom tonight?

- Well I did, okay, and I didn't tell you

because I didn't wanna get into a big fight about it.

- So you thought you'd just lie to me instead?

- Yeah.

Yeah, to avoid a screaming match like this?

Yeah, I did, okay?

So who cares?

I mean Jesus.

(shouting in the distance)

- Is this shit gonna go on all night?

- So?

I forgot about her for like a minute.

It's not like you've never done it before.

- What is going on with you?

I feel like completely abandoned right now.

- I left the dog outside.

She didn't die.

She probably had a grand old time--

- It's the dog, it's ditching me when

your friends come over.

It's,

you don't give a shit about me anymore, you know?

And it's obvious.

And it's the fucking beets.

How could you forget about my fucking beets

when you know how much I love them?

- Oh, would you drop the fucking beets?

Do you have any idea how petty you sound?

- Yes, yes!

I am well aware of how petty I sound.

You've reduced me to nagging you about beets

and I fucking hate myself for it.

I don't know how else to get through to you.

- Don't, then.

Don't bother.

- What the fuck has happened to you?

And you are like totally fucked up right now.

- What are you, a fucking cop now?

- And you know what else it is?

You haven't lifted one fucking finger

to help with the wedding.

What did your mom say anyway?

- What does it matter?

- Oh no.

No, no, no.

Don't give me that sullen 10-year-old bit you play

with your mom.

We're not doing that tonight.

- You know what, it doesn't matter.

We're not fucking getting married.

- Oh.

Oh.

So, that's how it's gonna be?

You're just calling the whole thing off now?

You're gonna quit on your baby too?

- No, I didn't say that.

I just,

I just don't know why we're in such a rush

to get married.

It's not like that baby cares.

- My family cares.

I care.

I thought we were in love, Cary.

Isn't that why you asked me?

Wasn't this your idea?

You knocked me up, Cary.

You're supposed to make an honest woman out of me.

Come on, you're supposed to teach me bass, remember?

So we can quit life together and go be in a band.

Our baby's gonna learn to play drums, remember?

We're gonna live out of the back of a van and change

the baby's diapers at truck stops.

(people shouting) Shut up!

Shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up!

Shut up!

(sobbing)

(slow music)

(sobbing)

(slow music)

What are you doing?

- What does it look like I'm doing?

- You're really gonna leave?

Just like that?

- Yeah.

Just like that.

- Where are you going?

What are you doing?

- I don't know.

I'm gonna hail a cab, I guess.

- What is this?

What's going on?

Why were they calling you Scary Cary?

- Who?

- The dipshits on the backstairs.

They were calling you Scary Cary.

Did you go up there or something?

- What, no?

No, I didn't go up.

I don't know why they were calling me Scary Cary.

Maybe because they fucking hate us.

Probably 'cause we're yelling at each other

all the goddamn time.

- How else am I supposed to get your attention?

- Maybe act like you're a friend,

instead of a goddamn lunatic all the time.

- You don't need a friend, Cary, you need a mommy.

(people chattering)

Well go, go already.

Well what are you gonna do?

Stay or go?

I am buying a house for us and for the baby.

And no, you can't just rent a room you fucking idiot.

I want you there.

We want you there.

But not if you're gonna be a fucking child about it.

- [Party Goers] Nine,

eight,

seven... - Come on.

Grow the fuck up already.

- [Partiers] One.

Happy New Year!

(cheering) (shouting)

* I am not over you

* Being over me

* I am not over you

* Being over me

(slow acoustic music)

* A mother calls to her child

* He brazenly remains on the swing sets

* She recalls those formative years

* When he clinged so tight to her pant leg

* I'm holding everything back

* I can't let you get the best of me again

* In my head I'm packing my bags

* But I won't get up from this park bench

* I am not over you

* Being over me

* I am not over you

* Being over me

* I am not over you

* Being over me

* The subtle roll of the eyes

* When I can't find my car keys again

* That almost inaudible sigh

* When I retell your jokes to your friends

(acoustic orchestral indie music)

* I am not over you

* Being over me

* I am not over you

* Being over me

(acoustic orchestral indie music)