“Yeah, I think I’m gonna
get Brooke some flowers.’ ‘ You said
on our very first date
that you don’t like flowers, that they’re a waste of money. Every girl likes flowers, Gary. You said that you
don’t like flowers. I’m supposed
to take that to mean
that you do like flowers? No. This is not about…
God, you’re not getting it. You’re not getting this,
It’s not about the lemons. It’s not about the flowers.
It’s not about the dishes. It’s just about…
How many times do I have to
drop hints about the ballet? You know I can’t stand…
Brooke, come here. We’ve talked about
the damn ballet.
I hate the goddamn ballet! You got a bunch of dudes
in tights flopping around
for three hours. It’s like a medieval
techno show. It’s a nightmare. I sit there in a sweat.
The whole thing, I do, wondering when the hell’s
the goddamn nightmare
gonna end. Go to a damn ballet.
It’s not about you
loving the ballet, Gary. It’s about the
person that you love
loves the ballet and you wanting to spend time
with that person. Not when they’re at the ballet. Okay. Forget the ballet!
Forget the ballet!
I will. We don’t go anywhere together. We just went
to Ann Arbor together.
To Ann Arbor. To the
Michigan-Notre Dame game. You think screaming,
drunk kids and leprechauns
doing backflips, that’s fun. That’s fun for me.
Come on, man.
I did that for you. What do you…
How do you show up for me? I’m up on the bus
every goddamn day for you! Come on. You…
I’m busting my ass to be the best tour guide
in the damn city, so I can make enough money
to support both of us and hopefully you won’t
have to work one day. I want to work.
All I ask, Brooke, is that you show a little bit
of appreciation. That I just get 20 minutes
to relax when I come home, instead of being attacked
with questions and nagged
the whole damn time. You think that I nag you?
That’s all you do! All you do is nag me! “The bathroom’s a mess.’ ‘
“Your belt doesn’t match.’ ‘ “Hey, Gary, you should
probably go work out.’ ‘ Nothing I ever do
is ever good enough! I just want to be left
the hell alone! Really? Is that
what you want, Gary? Is that what you want?
Yeah. That’s what you want?
Yeah. Fine. Great.
Do whatever the hell you want. You leave your socks
all over this house,
dress like a pig, play your stupid-ass
I don’t care, I’m done. What?
I don’t deserve this. I really do not deserve this.
I deserve somebody
who gives a shit. I’m not spending one more
second of this life
with some inconsiderate prick! You’re a prick!