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: How can we both be in the marriage and I'm miserable and you're content? Lloyd
: I had this dream... Lloyd
: Do we have to do dreams? Caroline
: I'm in this restaurant, and the waiter brings me my entree. It was a salad. It was Lloyd's head on a plate of spinach with his penis sticking out of his ear. And I said, "I didn't order this." And the waiter said, "Oh you must try it, it's a delicacy. But don't eat the penis, it's just garnish." Dr. Wong
: Lloyd, what do you think about the dream? Lloyd
: I think she should stop telling it at dinner parties to all our friends.
: Sounds too sweet! Caroline
: Then don't eat it!
[Throws pie down on the table
: You're the one who suffocated him with limitations. Our son's a very sensative, creative... Lloyd
: Juvenile delinquent. Caroline
: ...boy. He has the kind of imagination... Lloyd
: That the mafia gives scholarships for.
: Caroline? Why don't you eat something? Caroline
] Loyd? Why don't you eat me? Connie Chasseur
: Kids, go to into the den. This not a conversation for children. Rose Chasseur
: It is not an apprioprate conversation for adults either. Gus
: Where are you going? Rose Chasseur
: To the living room. To leave you to your quilting. I be there to open presents. If my plans change I will contact you. Lloyd
: Why don't we all go into the living room, we'll have our drink and deserts in there. Caroline
: [to Loyd
] Phoney Bastard! Gus
: Caroline, shut up. Connie Chasseur
: Let's all go to the den... Gus
: Sit down Connie sit. Connie Chasseur
: Excuse me, I am not one of you patients. Gus
: You're going to be somebody's patient if you don't get your ass back down in that chair.
: He sounded upset. Gus
: He should be. He's going to die a horrible fucking death.
: She's my mother. Gus
: She's a fucking Bitch, Lloyd. Lloyd
: You're not supposed to take sides. Caroline
: No, no, no, thank you so much Gus. Finally somebody else sees. Gus
: You'd have to be blind not to see.
: Soooo... got any cigarettes? Lloyd
: I don't smoke and Caroline just quit. Gus
: Really? Just quit, huh? Caroline
: [she nods her head yes
: So... where are they? Caroline
: What do you mean? Gus
: Where aaare they, Caroliiiiine? Caroline
] They're behind the chessboard. Lloyd
: What? You lied to me! You said you were finished! Caroline
: I said I hadn't finished a cigarette. I take a couple drags, I don't inhale. Lloyd
: Oh you are such a liar! Caroline
: I am not, I said... Gus
: [Gus is sick of the argument and pushes both of them over in thier chairs
] Did you say that you would quit, Caroline? DID YOU SAY... that you would quit? Caroline
: [shaking her head yes
: YES! So that means that YOU are a liar, end of story. Lloyd
: [chuckles thinking he's won, but Gus looks over and comes towards him
: [putting the gun to his head
] You saw the stop sign didn't you, Lloyd?
[waving the gun back and forth
: You... saw the... stop sign... DIDN'T YOU? Lloyd
: Y-yes, I did. Gus
: YES! So that means that you, too, are a liar! Capital "L", small "i", small "a", small "r", period. Now shut... the fuck... up!
: We had our own restaurant once. An Italian restaurant. Of course, I would have preferred French, but... Gus
: What are we, girlfriends? Do I give a shit about this? No.
: [to the therapist referring to their son
] In the ninth grade we said he could get a part time job. Are you ready for what he did? He started an escort service for the football team, and he gave out my mother's phone number! Caroline
: And I still say getting laid by an 18-year-old linebacker is just what she needs!
: Please let's lower our voices. Caroline
] Fuck you!
: So, do you think we should go untie everybody? Caroline
: No. I think we should unwrap them in the morning. It'll be more festive.
: Did you know you're bleeding? Gus
: Oh, yeah. Lloyd
: Were you shot? Gus
: Dog bit me Caroline
: What dog? Gus
: Willard's dog. Caroline
: Cannibal bit you? Gus
: His name is Cannibal?
: [Murray hangs the phone up just as Gus answers
] He hung up. Caroline
: Well, he sounded upset. Gus
: He should be. He's going to die a horrible fucking death. Connie Chasseur
: [from downstairs, in a whiny tone
] Caroline... Caroline
: Speaking of which.