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RICHARD

DEIRDRE

That's probably the soundest argument.

Yeah, well that's not what you thought last night . . . you thought
that
was pretty real . . . there's sweat on the sheets to prove it . . .

ERIK

     
(Smiling)

Wow, you can't let that go, / can you?

DEIRDRE

Well tell me what you dreamed / and I'll drop it . . .

ERIK

Well you're assuming I saw something specific when she was just / —it wasn't like that, okay?

BRIGID

Wait wait “she”?—so you
do
remember something specific / about your dream—

ERIK

DEIRDRE

Oh man, you guys're relentless . . . . . .

Erik, have you been dreaming about a supermodel this whole time?—

Rich, help me out here . . .

RICHARD

     
(Teasing)

Sorry, man, I tell Brigid my dreams all the time . . .

BRIGID

Yes you do, / all of them . . .

RICHARD

BRIGID

—two weeks ago, I dreamt

 

my oldest sister was a

 

mannequin working in a

 

grocery store . . . what, I'm

. . . Richard . . .

serious . . .

 

ERIK

DEIRDRE

All I remember . . .

Was yours that [weird]?—

 

oh . . . what . . . ?

ERIK

. . . there's not much to . . .

BRIGID

Tell us . . . come on, Big Guy . . .

ERIK

. . . a coupla nights I've had this [recurring dream] . . .

. . . there'll be a, a woman . . .

BRIGID

Uh-huh . . . and . . .

ERIK

     
(Trying to remember)

. . . her back's to me . . . or maybe . . .

. . . something happens where . . .

. . . her head turns, and

I can see that her face is all . . . [messed up]

DEIRDRE

BRIGID

What?

Just tell us—

ERIK

. . . her skin's stretched over her eyes and her mouth . . .

BRIGID

Ewww . . .

DEIRDRE

She's got no face?

ERIK

. . . just skin where her eyes and mouth should be, / you know—

BRIGID

Ewww—

ERIK

. . . yeah, skin over the holes in her ears, over everything . . .

A
thud
from above. Everyone jumps—

ERIK

Whoa, / whoa, how's that for timing?

BRIGID

RICHARD

Guys, sorry about that—

Okay, okay . . . yeah, maybe

 

we
should
go up and say

 

something . . .

 

DEIRDRE

Welcome to New York . . .

What do you think she's—is

 

she exercising or something,

 

do you think? . . .

ERIK

No, you think she's sweating to the oldies up there? / No way . . .

DEIRDRE

I dunno, maybe, unless—oh wait, you know what it probably is? / I'm just realizing . . .

BRIGID

RICHARD

What is it?

What?

DEIRDRE

. . . it's the faceless lady, telling us to be quiet . . . / or maybe she wants some turkey . . .

ERIK

BRIGID

Nice . . . very funny . . .

Mom, are you drunk? . . .

In fact everyone has had just enough to drink that this starts to feel very funny.

DEIRDRE

     
(Fighting back laughter)

—but how would she eat the turkey? She's got no mouth . . .

Deirdre mimes a woman without a mouth trying to eat turkey.

It's so unfunny it's kind of funny. Eventually even Brigid laughs.

BRIGID

ERIK

Oh my God,
stop
. . .

I'm so glad I shared my nightmare, thank you for your love and support—

DEIRDRE

BRIGID

We're teasing!

Tell us the rest . . .

RICHARD

Tough crowd, Erik . . .

BRIGID

Finish telling us your—

ERIK

Oh right, like I'm gonna— / you had your chance—yeah
now
you're sorry . . . man, you see what I'm up against, Rich?

DEIRDRE

I'm sorry, I'm sorry . . . oh don't punish us I'm just being silly, I'm sorry . . . how does it end?

UPSTAIRS
:
Aimee calls from the top of the stairs.

AIMEE

     
(Calling down)

Should I ask the dinosaur upstairs to tread a little more softly?

BRIGID

Not unless you speak Cantonese . . . / just come down . . .

RICHARD

Erik you'll appreciate this . . . last week I dreamed I fell through an ice-cream cone made of grass and became a baby.

BRIGID

Okay, no no no, save your dreams for Christmas, we're almost ready to eat here . . .

     
(Calling up)

. . . Aimee! . . .

UPSTAIRS
:
From the apartment above them, the sound of running footsteps moving from one side of the room to the other. Aimee looks up. So does Erik. It's a bizarre noise—maybe the kind a tantrum-throwing toddler would make stomping about.

ERIK

Why don't I go up and ask her to just please / —just to please keep it down—

BRIGID

No, no these floors are so old, Dad—behold . . .

Brigid gets up, walks up the stairs.

RICHARD

The whole building groans at times . . . we have two sets of ear plugs.

UPSTAIRS
:
Aimee is responding to an e-mail on her phone. Brigid starts stomping around.

AIMEE

What are you doing?

BRIGID

Showing Dad how creeky the floors are . . .

ERIK

Okay . . . you don't have to do that!

Aimee starts jumping around with her. At a certain point the jumping and stomping become more about Aimee and Brigid releasing a lot of stress.

DEIRDRE

RICHARD

These floors are made of

Okay, honey, point proven!

tissue paper . . .

 

They recover. Brigid playfully collapses on the floor, a bit exhausted. Aimee moves closer to the window for reception.

AIMEE

DOWNSTAIRS
:

     
(To her blackberry, referring to a new message)

 

Stop e-mailing me . . .

RICHARD

 

     
(Getting the table ready, to Deirdre/Erik)

 

Water and soda for dinner?

 

ERIK

 

Both—for the both of us, yeah?

 

DEIRDRE

 

Yeah, thanks . . .

BRIGID

     
(This has been on her mind)

Mom's been bringing up marriage—and the Mary statue?—we've been doing so good and today she's back to—

AIMEE

     
(Half-engaged with her e-mail)

Being here's just . . . making it more
real
for her, no?

BRIGID

No, I dunno, something's [not right] . . . I dunno . . .

AIMEE

     
(Finishing her e-mail)

. . . sorry—they even find me on holidays . . . it never ends . . .

     
(Putting her blackberry away)

. . . how's work for
you
? . . .

BRIGID

DOWNSTAIRS
:

Uh, the restaurant pays me

 

under the table so I can still

 

collect unemployment, so

Richard enters the kitchen.

that's been good . . . but . . .

Deirdre checks in with Erik

my
career
is . . . [nonexistent]

about something; Erik nods,

. . . [I don't wanna talk about

then wanders into the adjoining

it] . . .

room and paces. Deirdre

 

decides to give Erik his space;

AIMEE

she moves into the kitchen to

Hey, okay . . .

help Richard.

Brigid takes a deep breath, exhales.

 

BRIGID

 

I'm just glad Rich and I made the leap, / it was time, you know?

 

AIMEE

 

Yeah . . . he's great, Bridge . . .

 

 

DEIRDRE

BRIGID

How can I help you, Rich?

Yeah, we were always at each other's place, so financially it

 

BRIGID

 

was just stupid, you know . . .

RICHARD

Rich made up this list of pros

Uh, how about . . .

and cons . . . to move in or

 

not to move in . . . Aimee,

 

his
lists
. . . I found one posted

Deirdre helps Richard in the

to the fridge last week called:

kitchen. They are occasionally

“ways to have fun”; [What

half heard speaking to each

the fuck?!]—stuff like: dance

other. Erik is the prominent figure

with yourself; take long walks

downstairs—he paces in the

at sunset . . . game nights . . .

hall, refers to a piece of paper.

AIMEE

That's endearing . . .

BRIGID

I know . . . I dunno, we were happy without making it so official, so / . . . I dunno . . .

AIMEE

Yeah, well . . . Carol and I broke up because . . . we were unhappy?

. . . and now I'm [wondering] . . .

maybe loving someone long-term is more about . . .

deciding whether to go through life unhappy alone . . .

or unhappy with someone else?

BRIGID

Richard can draw up a list of reasons why your breakup was a good thing, if you want . . . / I can ask him to draft a very long list—

AIMEE

No, shuttup so . . . ugh: I need to have that surgery . . . / the one where they'll—

BRIGID

What? I thought you could put that off until your sixties or—

AIMEE

This test showed—it's just dysplasia which means . . . it's not cancer, but with colitis it'll become cancer if they don't take it out, so . . .

BRIGID

You'll lose the whole intestine?

AIMEE

It cures the disease, though, so . . . but . . . yeah . . . they make a hole in your abdomen so the waste can, you know . . .

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