If I Can’t Write My Chocolate Song, I’m Going to Take a Nap
& Jake: Uncle Charlie, why is Berta leaving?
Charlie: Why? It doesn’t matter, Jake. What matters is she’s gone. And we’re all going to die.
& Charlie: She left before she made the coffee!
Alan: So? We’ll make our own coffee.
Charlie: How?!
Alan: [ click ]
Charlie: So, now we just wait?
& Charlie: No. Not as good as Berta’s.
Alan: It’s her coffee. I just pressed the button.
Charlie: Berta’s tasted, I don’t know, Christmassy.
Alan: What does that mean, “Christmassy?”
Charlie: It means “like Christmas.”
Alan: Now, you got to work with me, Charlie. I mean, nutmeg, cinnamon, powdered reindeer?
Charlie: I don’t know. It’s just that when you drank it, it felt like Christmas morning, and anything was possible.
& Charlie: Alan?
Alan: Yeah?
Charlie: I can see you.
Alan: And I can see you, too.
Charlie: No. I mean, Berta never cleaned when I was in the room. She was like invisible.
Alan: I’m sorry. I’ll try to be more transparent.
& Jake: Is that lady your girlfriend?
Charlie: No, she’s just... It’s complicated.
Jake: You know what else is complicated?.. Fractions.
& Alan: Come on, can’t we put aside our petty differences and find a way to work together out of a mutual love for Charlie?
Berta: Yeah, that’s why I do this. For love.
& Alan: The thing is, I’m going through a really tough time right now. My marriage is collapsing, my business is slow. My little boy is being dragged back and forth from his mother’s house to Malibu.
Berta: My alcoholic husband ran off with my daughter’s parole officer, and I clean rich peoples’ toilets for a living.
Alan: Okay, let’s not make this a competition.
& Jake: Looks like you washed your hair instead of mine.
Charlie: I’m not in the mood, Jake.
Jake: These clothes look stupid.
Charlie: You’re 10. No one cares.
+on Imdb.
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