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: How long have you been a smoker? Margot
: 22 years. Ethel
: Well, I think you should quit.
: What are you talking about? Chas
: The apartment. I have to get some new sprinklers and a back-up security system installed. Ethel
: But there are no sprinklers here either. Chas
: We might have to do something about that too.
: I think he's very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes. Ethel
: Have you spoken to him about this? Richie
: Briefly. And he agreed that... Chas
: I'm sorry, maybe I'm a little confused here. What are you suggesting? Richie
: That he come here and stay in my room. Chas
: Are you out of your mind? Richie
: No. I'm not. Anyway I think he'd be much more comfortable here than at... Chas
: Who gives a shit? Richie
: I do. Chas
: You poor sucker. You poor, washed up papa's boy.
: Got a minute? Ethel
] What are you doing here? Royal
: Uh, I need a favour. I want to spend some time with you and the children. Ethel
: Are you crazy?
[she carries on walking
: Well, wait a minute, dammit! Ethel
: Stop following me! Royal
: Well, I want my family back. Ethel
: Well, you can't have it! I'm sorry for you, but it's too late. Royal
: Well, listen... Baby, I'm dying.
: Yeah, I-I'm sick as a dog. I'll be dead in six weeks. I'm dying. Ethel
: What are you talking about? What's happening? Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't know...
: Well, what'd they say? What is the prognosis? Royal
: [trying to comfort her
] Take it easy, Ethel. Now, hold on, baby, hold on. Hold on, OK?
[she starts wailing
: Where is the doctor? Royal
: Well, look, just wait a second now. Wait a second. OK, uh, listen, I'm not dying... but I need some time. A month or so. OK? I want us to-to...
[she slaps him hard
: WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? Are you crazy?
[she walks off
: Ethel, baby... I am dying.
[she comes back to him
: Are you or aren't you? Royal
: What? Dying? Yeah.
: Please don't get in the middle of this, Mr. Sherman. This is a family matter. Margot
: Don't talk to him like that. Henry Sherman
: Call me Henry. Chas
: I prefer Mr. Sherman. Ethel
: Call him Henry. Chas
: Why? I don't know him that well. Ethel
: You've known him for 10 years. Chas
: As your accountant, Mr. Sherman, yes.
[in a hospital ward
: Why did you try to kill yourself? Ethel
: Don't press him right now. Richie
: I wrote a suicide note. Chas
: You did? Richie
: Yeah. Right after I regained consciousness. Chas
: Can we read it? Richie
: No. Chas
: Can you paraphrase it for us? Richie
: I don't think so. Chas
: Is it dark? Richie
: Of course it's dark, it's a suicide note.
: You've made a cuckold of me. Margot
: I know. Raleigh
: Many times over. Margot
: I'm sorry. Raleigh
: And you nearly killed your poor brother. Ethel
: What's he talking about? Margot
: It doesn't matter. Raleigh
: She's balling Eli Cash.
: Raleigh says you've been spending 6 hours a day locked in here, watching television and soaking in the tub. Margot
: [lying in the bath
] I doubt that. Ethel
: Well, I don't think that's very healthy, do you? Nor do I think it's very intelligent to keep an electrical gadget on the edge of the bathtub. Margot
: I tie it to the radiator.
[Chas Tenenbaum and his sons enter his mother's house with several bags
] Etheline Tenenbaum
: Chas? What's going on? Chas
: We got locked out of our apartment. Etheline Tenenbaum
: Well, did you call a locksmith? Chas
: Uh huh. Etheline Tenenbaum
: Well, I don't understand. Did you pack your bags before you got locked out?
: I just wanted to apologize for the other day, when I proposed to you. Ethel
: Why? I thought it was very sweet.
: Chas has those boys cooped up like a pair of jackrabbits, Ethel. Ethel
: He has his reasons. Royal
: Oh, I know that, but you can't raise boys to be scared of life. You gotta brew some recklessness into them. Ethel
: I think that's terrible advice. Royal
: No, you don't.
: Royal, this is Henry Sherman. Royal
: [shaking hands with him
] Hey, lay it on me, man. Henry Sherman
: How do you do? Royal
: Not too well, I'm dying.
: [about Royal's fake terminal illness charade
] Were you part of this, Pagoda? Henry Sherman
: Of course he was. Royal
: No... well, yeah, he was, but, I mean, he wasn't *that* involved.