really thank you.
Can I ask you something,
just a little personal thing?
Let's hear it.
- It's coming.
- Okay.
- Do you mind if I sit just a little bit closer?
- Yes.
What are you doing? You're ruining it!
I paid a lot of money for this.
Should have put you in boiling water first.
You big baboon!
You just wait. You'll be sorry.
Shut up, lady. Okay, Sam, take it away.
I won't sing.
Why?
Is that the only word
your mind can understand?
Why?
Because I don't date teenagers,
that's why.
- I'm 29.
- Liar.
- I'm 27.
- Maybe.
- Maybe...
- When?
Last month.
Look, I'm 35.
Does that mean anything to you?
Three-dash-five.
When I was in the third grade,
your mother was pregnant with you.
When I graduated from high school,
you were sucking on Popsicles.
Now, I don't date teenagers.
- Is it yes or no?
- No.
- No?
- Yes, no.
- Yes?
- No.
Yes. No. Now I'm all mixed up.
No.
Stop grinning at me.
That's all I need right now...
to get involved with a 27-year-old person.
I just don't need it. Period.
You sure?
What was that?
I don't know.
You just stay out of it! Just stay out of it!
You're a whore!
I thought this was
supposed to be a vacation.
You call this a vacation? Shut up!
If you don't stop, I'll scream,
then I'll have everybody in here.
- Everybody will be in here!
- Keep your voice down.
Don't come near me.
- I want out.
- Go! There's the door!
You going out late again tonight?
I don't know. Why?
Just wondering
when you'll introduce me to that guy...
you've been running around with.
His name is Ben,
and of course I'll introduce you to him.
Should I call him Uncle Ben?
Isn't that what men like him
like to be called?
Men like what?
Don't be so sure you know
what you're talking about all the time.
You should see the bags under your eyes.
I wouldn't be surprised.
I've been working, you know.
You've been coming home late
for almost a week now.
And I figure
he's going to be around for a while.
So I have to call him something.
Coming.
Hello.
- Hi. Are you Miss Hyatt?
- Mrs. Hyatt.
Could I come in
and talk to you for a minute?
What's it about?
My name's Rita Eberhardt, and...
Sure. Come on in.
I'm sorry, it's a terrible mess in here.
Let's go in the kitchen.
- Would you go in the other room, please?
- Who's this, the Avon lady?
No lip. Just go in the other room.
So he's married. I didn't know that.
I'm sorry. I really didn't know it.
I can believe that. For all I've seen him
in the last two years...
I hardly don't know it myself.
I wouldn't have come here like this...
only Ben's been missing work
off and on the last week or so...
ever since he met you.
Lady, we just got to
have his salary check regular.
George, that's my little boy,
he's got this ear trouble.
It just drains and drains, and
it don't seem like anything will stop it...
and the medicine costs a terrible price.
- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
How did you know my name?
I left George with my girlfriend Nancy...
and followed Ben night before last.
I saw him and you
coming out of Jacobs' place...
and then yesterday
I asked around about you.
You don't have to worry.
I won't be seeing him anymore.
Rita, are you in there?
Mom?
Rita, you in there?
You bitch, I know you're in there!
You might as well answer me now!
Alice, is she in there?
Rita, you bitch! Open the door.
Open the goddamn door, Alice!
Alice, open that goddamn door!
I said, open this goddamn door, Alice!
What did you do?
Get out!
Don't touch her, Alice.
If you don't drag your ass out that door,
I'm going to cut you.
I'm going to cut your ass. Get out!
What's the matter?
Why are you acting like this, Ben?
Why don't you just calm down now?
Just go home.
Don't tell me what to do.
God damn it, Alice,
don't tell me what to do!
Don't tell me what to do, Alice.
Damn it, don't ever tell me what to do.
I'll bust your jaw!
All right. Okay, now, I'll tell you what.
I'll be over at Jacobs' to pick you up