's so strange that relatively...
relatively late in life,
I've found that sex is so...
so...
so fan-fucking-tastic!
Anyway, that's what he calls it.
A moth to flame.
This affair is going to kill me.
No. Maybe not.
Why do you say that?
Come on, Momma.
I never thought
I'd start to need him.
You're so lucky
you have a pool.
Stand there.
Stand there!
Okay.
Let's talk about Los Angeles.
Do you miss it?
It was interesting dating Jews
after the divorce.
They are so lively.
Really?
Yeah.
They were anxious
to make you feel...
they understood
your secret thoughts...
better than anybody.
I was just glad I had some.
Honey, there's
a telephone call for you.
Hello.
Oh, hi, Flap.
How are you?
I'm fine.
I look older,
like everyone else.
She does not.
You sound the same.
I'm not sure that's good.
She's right here.
No, we have other things
to talk about besides you.
Hello?
I'm fine.
What's up?
Feeling contrite?
You don't seem to understand.
I saw you together.
What?
I can't believe
you're doing this to us.
Well, I think you're spiteful,
and I don't know when
the hell that happened.
No! Good-bye. I'll...
Good-bye.
Flap accepted the job
at Kearney, Nebraska.
We're moving in a week.
I don't know why
you don't leave him.
Honestly, I don't know either.
He's cute.
I've been packing for us all week.
Sure remembers her Daddy.
So are you going to stay mad?
Being uprooted without my consent...
is at least worth
a pout, don't you?
Come on.
Head of the department.
I know.
Aurora?
Garrett, I'm back here.
Well, hello, stranger.
What's it been, about two days?
Your family still around?
No, they left.
What?
You probably know
what I'm going to say.
Oh, maybe not.
I hope not.
Well,
you're some kind of woman,
but I'm the wrong kind of man,
and it seems my shot
at being the right kind...
is as good as I was hoping for.
You don't know how much
you'll miss me.
I don't want to blow
smoke up your ass.
Oh!
What a relief.
It's just that I'm starting
to feel an obligation here.
It makes it rough,
especially living next door.
I'm starting to think...
I got to watch
what I'm doing...
Blah, blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah.
I am going to miss you...
and I do feel bad.
You're lucky.
I feel humiliated.
Can I have your picture?
The one I have has Flap in it.
I don't mind.
Come here and give me a kiss.
I need this kind of type.
Fine. Hello, Emma.
Hi, baby.
She wanted her daddy
to see her dressed up.
I'll talk to you later.
Excuse me.
Miss?
Miss!
Don't make me run after you.
I have a toddler here.
Are you the reason that
we came to Nebraska?
I think that Flap
should talk to you.
We discussed that.
I don't want to say
anything until he does,
except that I don't think
there's an emotion you're having...
that I couldn't...
validate.
Tell you what.
If you see Flap,
tell him his wife and baby...
went to get
their flu shots, all right?
Just hold still.
Ow!
That's a good girl.
Okay? You're all finished.
It's all over.
If it makes you feel better,
Mommy's getting a shot, too.
Can she have a pop?
Here.
There you go.
Will they tell me
if my husband calls?
You have a lump in your armpit.
How long has it been there?
I don't know.
Melanie, stop kicking the cabinet!
There's two of them.
Not very big, though.
I'm leaving town,
but you shouldn't wait.
They should come out.
Come out?
Should I be scared?
If you're scared,
you'll be happier...
when it turns out
to be nothing.
Dr. Budge,
Mom should get
a pop, too, for her shot.
Right. Here, Mom.
Thanks, Mel.
I know what it is.
Your sweat glands are clogged.
It's a cyst.
So I shouldn't worry?
It's a cyst, right where
your oil glands are.
You've never eaten right,
or learned how to wash.
You're right. Thanks.
Talk to Melanie.
Hello. I sent you a blouse.
Say good-bye.
Bye.
Okay. Say good...
Say good-bye to your mother.
What's her name?
Janice.
What did the doctor say?