|Joseph: You were talking about Carl again.
Mona: Right. It was like he lived his life, Joseph, and he had no clue as to where everyone else was supposed to fit into it. He knew the faces, knew the names, but couldnít comprehend how we all fit together, who any of us might actually be. Not that he would have cared. Iíd tell him ďCarl, Iíll fix you a kid when you pay to fix my damn ovariesĒ (laughs) And that was, funny, now that he liked. (pause) My God! What an idiot, Joseph, what a bastard. Top me off.
Joseph: Sure enough, Ms Josephs (pours drink)
Mona: Are those oranges still good?
Joseph: I donít know, you can try one.
Mona: (Mona inspects the orange, puts it back) I donít want this one. Itís old. You should throw them out.
Joseph: (coy)Well, youíre old, isnít it high time I threw you out too?
Mona: Oh, we are a bit funny today, arenít we?
Joseph: Maybe itís the wine talking.
Mona: Maybe, but the wine tells the truth, its getting late, if I stay here Iíll rot. (She gets up to leave)
Joseph: No, Mona. Stay. Stay. Youíre young. I promise, youíre young.
Mona: Iíll try not to heed advice on aging from a three year old man.
Joseph: Touchť, Ms Josephs. I think Iíve lived a worthy life so far.
Mona: (An unanticipated anger) You have not! Remember that, boy! You know nothing about anything and your greatest flaw is your inability to accept that. Its clear as day, Joseph! Youíre a good kid, but stop being so smart, you end up looking stupid..
Joseph: I happen to think of my wit as a very agreeable personality trait.
Mona: Well, thatís noble of you, Joseph, thatís a damn noble self assessment. Do you know whatís sadder than watching a foolish man live a foolish manís life?
Joseph: I suspect a smart man living much of the same.
Mona: Exactly. And donít think because you guessed the morale it changes anything. Youíre a good kid, Joseph, a damn good kid! But for Godís sake, your mother just died and your acting like you got a parking ticket.
Joseph: A parking ticket? Thatíd be a lot worse, if I got a parking ticket, itíd be my own damn fault, this was just something that happened.
Mona: So you think that because youíre not too blame then it canít be bad?
Joseph: Something like that, yes.
Mona:Jesus, boy, get over yourself! The world does not revolve around you, it doesnít even care about you.
Joseph: I know. Look at me! You think I donít know about how tough living is?
Mona: Yes. Its tough living nowadays. Do you know what it takes to drive a person from a nice big house in the country to a shitty little apartment in the city?
Joseph: Oh, donít give me this story again. Mona I canít take it-
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