look out!
- Watch out!
OK, so you're upset. So you pass
a school bus, and you dent the wagon.
Bobby Markowe buys a new bra,
and I gotta pay for a new mailbox
for the Van Sants.
So what? So, what are you
talking about, Joanna?
Why can't you understand?
Her kitchen was sparkling.
Yeah, so you said.
Look, I hate to come on
like the heavy,
but what's that got to do
with you going crazy?
It wasn't just that.
It wasn't just anything.
She's changed!
And stop telling me I'm crazy.
Are you two fighting?
- No.
- We don't like it when you fight.
Look, we're not fighting. We're just
talking. Now, come on, you guys.
Go on outside, all right?
Oh, boy. This is really terrific.
This is really terrific for them,
you know.
Yeah, I remember when my mother
and father used to yell at each other.
- I didn't want them to go through this.
- Well, neither do I.
I'm sorry. I said I'm sorry about
the car, but I was panicked and upset.
Oh, look. That's no big deal.
It's the rest of it that bothers me.
Just try to look at it
from my point of view, Joanna.
Walter, I just want to say
one thing to you.
Bobby really has changed.
Believe me.
Everything in her house
looked like a TV commercial.
Well, good. Good.
She had to clean it sooner or later.
It looked like a goddamn pigsty.
I mean, when are things
gonna start sparkling around here?
That's what I'd like to know.
I mean, just look at the way
my kids are dressed. Ragamuffins.
Jeez, I work 80 hours a week.
I live in a great house, and my kids
look like they belong on welfare.
Look, if you paid a little more attention
to your family and a little less
- to your goddamn picture-taking...
- I'm getting the hell out of Stepford.
I'm getting us a house now,
and if it's hard on you, tough.
And if it's hard on the kids,
I'll ease up on my goddamn picture-
taking and stay around the house,
and believe me, they'll survive.
That's what I'm talking about, Walter,
is surviving.
OK. All right.
I mean, I'll take a loss
on this great house if I have to.
But there's one condition,
or we don't go anywhere.
You see somebody. You get
some help. You see a psychiatrist.
I'm fine.
I don't need to see anybody.
Yeah, well, you say you're fine,
but me, I'd like another opinion
because I'm not too anxious
to move to Eastbridge
and after four months there, be told
by my sweet wife we got to move again
because she doesn't like the way her
neighbours keep their houses clean.
Look, I'm not asking anything
unreasonable, and I don't like asking it.
But you want me to disrupt our lives
for the second time
in a couple of months
on some fixation you've gotten.
Now, that's the unreasonable part.
You've got to see that.
You and me,
we don't have to fight about this.
We're going to move.
It's only a few more weeks.
It doesn't have to be
anything dramatic.
There's a couple of topnotch guys
right here in town.
Just talk to one of them.
They'd see you.
But I wouldn't see them.
If I see anybody, I'll find my own.
I'm here at my husband's insistence.
We moved to Stepford with our
children, oh, a few months ago.
Before that, we lived in Manhattan.
And now I want to move out.
You see, I have nothing
against the general area,
but the women in Stepford just seem
to be on a different wavelength.
Well, that all seems
very straightforward.
And your husband wants you
to see me because...?
He feels I'm being irrational.
He says there's no certainty
I'd like Eastbridge
or someplace like that any better.
And he doesn't want to spend his life
moving from one house to another.
Yes, understandable,
but Stepford, I know,
has a reputation for being unsocial.
So I also understand
why you might be unhappy there.
I'd be unhappy there.
Any move is traumatic,
and a city-to-suburbs move
for a woman with interests
other than purely family
can seem like a jaunt to Siberia.
What would you think of
if I said Westport, Connecticut?
Writers,