i>Don't you wonder
Okay. I know you don't
want to hear this right now.
And I know you think
I'm a complete idiot.
And I know the last thing you want
to do is have a conversation with me.
Knowledge is power.
- But I feel obligated to tell you...
- Obligated to whom?
- Obligated to myself.
- Oh.
I feel obligated to tell you
that I do not like living here
anymore than you do.
But, while I am here...
I am doing the best I can
to get along with everybody.
- That's very nice of you.
- Thank you.
And in so far as possible, the next
time you decide to pull a stunt...
like the one
you're currently pulling...
I would appreciate it if you could give
me some sort of... advance notice...
so that I could either be
mentally prepared...
or physically absent.
- What are you talking about?
- Your clothes. What you've
decided to wear to dinner.
There is nothing wrong with
what I have on. This is
what I wore last Thanksgiving.
Did I say there was anything
wrong with what you had on?
No. I didn't say that at all.
But you know it is the custom of this
house that we dress for Thanksgivin'.
I don't know if that's what other
people do, but that's what we do here.
It's what's expected. It's
called social responsibility.
- It's called social responsibility.
- Yes, that's right.
- That's what it's called.
- Are you... Correct me if I'm wrong...
'cause I know you're studyin' psychology
and are more up on this stuff than I am...
But are you equating
social responsibility
with double knit clothing?
You hate me, don't you?
Jeremy.
- Yes, ma'am?
- Um...
Did you ever go pick up those
grey wool slacks of yours...
- from the cleaners?
- Yes, I did.
- Oh, you did?
- Yeah.
Because, um...
You know they go so well with that
shirt your Aunt Marjoree sent you.
- You know the one?
- The blue one with the long sleeves.
- Mm-hmm.
- Well.
You look so good in 'em, is all.
She's going to have a nervous breakdown,
you know that, don't you?
I know she wants one.
That is not funny.
I know she's not gonna
be happy 'til she has it.
God, I cannot understand
what's happened to you.
Hey, what has happened to you?
Happened to me?
You know what's happened to me.
You and everybody else.
You really don't care
about anybody else, do you?
Not me, not Mother.
Not Daddy.
You really don't give a damn about
anybody's feelings but your own.
That's right. I don't give
a damn, I don't give a shit.
I can't talk to you.
Hey! Hey!
You know what? Huh?
You know what?
I'm sorry I prayed for you. I am.
I never thought it would be possible
to be sorry about a thing like that.
But I apologize to myself for all those
times I got down on my knees...
and begged to God
to bring you home safe.
You're such a self-righteous
little bitch.
I am not gonna take this from you.
Because you are disgusting.
And everybody knows it.
You hear what I'm saying.
You are a weirdo.
Friends come up to me at school and ask
me about my crazy brother, the weirdo.
You make me ashamed.
You make everybody
in this family ashamed.
I hate you. I don't ever want to be
connected with you in any way...
because you are nothing.
You hear what I'm saying? You are
an absolute zero human being.
You're a weak, ungrateful bastard,
and you're not my brother anymore.
What did I say to you this morning?
Um...
You said... I'm sorry.
Did I ask if you were sorry?
- No, sir.
- What I asked was for you to tell me...
what I said to you
upstairs this morning.
You said you didn't want
to hear any more arguments.
And so what do I
walk out here and find?
What did I hear when I
walked out here just now?
- I'm sorry.
- I'm not interested in sorry.
I am interested in having done
what all I said I wanted done.
- I'm serious about this.
Do you understand?
- Yes, sir.
Jeremy, go upstairs
and change for dinner.
- This is