picture.
- I did not, I did not.
See? You're laughin'.
You know you did.
Well, it
sure is a cute picture.
You see what happens to kids when
they grow up? They start out so cute...
- And end up like you.
- Oh, honey, did you hear?
I've been wounded by my
ungrateful daughter's tongue.
Where's Jeremy?
Out on the patio, I think. Why don't
you go sit with him a minute?
I have some reading to do.
Won't kill you to spend
a minute with your brother.
Why don't we all
just leave Jeremy alone?
Damn, there is a whole mess
of those pictures in here.
You're supposed to be lookin' for
those pictures of your mother.
I know what I'm supposed
to be lookin' for.
- Who's this?
- Let me see.
- Well, who do you think it is?
- Well...
- I don't know. Uncle Al?
- I guess I'll go on to bed.
No, silly, that's me
on my senior class picnic.
This one's definitely not you.
Don't mess with that, now.
I don't have any copies...
- Good night.
- 'Night.
Well, maybe I did
order 40 of 'em.
There's something
wrong with her, Daddy.
- No, she's just nervous.
- About what?
About havin'
all those people over.
All those people?
It's just Uncle Al's family.
- Yeah, well.
- So that's four people.
And it's four people
we have over all the time.
You know, Jeremy was screaming
in his sleep again last night.
Daddy.
- Yeah, I heard him.
- Did Mom?
I don't know. She didn't mention it,
and I didn't ask her about it.
She probably did. That's probably
what's been makin' her so...
Crapola, Daddy.
- What?
- Did you see where Mother
put the peanut brittle?
- J ust leave it alone.
- She's gone to bed.
She'll hear you eatin' it.
You know,
I was talkin' to Donald.
We went to that
symposium on authority...
and one of the speakers
was a Green Beret vet.
He was talkin' about all of the problems
of comin' back home and...
Anyway, the upshot of it all is that
Donald and I talked aboutJeremy.
And he knows. He had some
friends who were over there...
and they are having some
serious adjustment problems too.
What?
The last thing
in the world we need...
is for you to go around
tellin' your friends...
about this family's
personal problems.
Daddy, all I said was...
I don't give a damn
what all you said was.
I don't want you sayin'
anything to anybody.
God!
Serious adjustment problems.
What's that supposed to be, some
psychological crap from school?
Well, maybe I'll just go out
and talk to Jeremy for a minute.
Fine. I think that's
a wonderful idea.
Why don't you just go out there and
analyze him, or whatever it is you do.
That should settle things
down around here real good.
Are you mad at me
for some reason?
You know, it might be he's just waitin'
out there for someone to talk to him.
Maybe.
But it's not one of us.
Hi.
You busy?
Busy?
Do I look busy?
What ya doin'?
Nothin'. J ust doin'.
Well, then, I'll sit
and do it with you.
All right.
I know what. Let's
talk about somethin'.
You know, Karen, I, uh...
I don't like that kind
of conversation.
I don't like it.
What kind of conversation?
Forced.
Okay, then let's have the kind
of conversation you do like.
I like talkin' to myself.
I see.
So in other words,
you would rather...
talk to yourself
than talk to me?
No, no,
I didn't say that.
No, that's all right. I'll leave you
alone, then. Excuse me for carin'.
Okay.
- Thanks for bein' so nice about it.
- No problem.
You know, I'm not gonna be
mad at you, because I know
you have personal problems.
What are they? What are these
personal problems that I have?
Well, I don't know
the medical term.
But I suppose you could describe it
as being a terminal jerk.
- What? What?
- My God!
You scared the hell outta me.
Sorry. I was tryin' to be quiet.
- Bob?
- What, honey?
- What are you doin'?
- Nothin', sweetheart. Go back to sleep.
Boy, I tell ya,
I can't win for losin'.
What?