The Upside of Anger
2005
Denny Davies: I dial your number ten times a day and hang up.
Denny Davies: What the fuck is Halleys Comet?
Terry Wolfmeyer: Your father is a small man. A *very* small man! Hadley Wolfmeyer: I hope you're not referring to his genitals because that would just be gross. Lavender "Popeye" Wolfmeyer: Aww, dude, I was about to eat a string bean!
Lavender "Popeye" Wolfmeyer: People don't know how to love. They bite rather than kiss. They slap rather than stroke. Maybe it's because they recognize how easy it is for love to go bad, to become suddenly impossible... unworkable, an exercise of futility. So they avoid it and seek solace in angst, and fear, and aggression, which are always there and readily available. Or maybe sometimes... they just don't have all the facts.
Lavender "Popeye" Wolfmeyer: Anger and resentment can stop you in your tracks. That's what I know now. It needs nothing to burn but the air and the life that it swallows and smothers. It's real, though - the fury, even when it isn't. It can change you... turn you... mold you and shape you into something you're not. The only upside to anger, then... is the person you become. Hopefully someone that wakes up one day and realizes they're not afraid to take the journey, someone that knows that the truth is, at best, a partially told story. That anger, like growth, comes in spurts and fits, and in its wake, leaves a new chance at acceptance, and the promise of calm. Then again, what do I know? I'm only a child.
Hadley Wolfmeyer: There's something you all should know. Lavender "Popeye" Wolfmeyer: You're pregnant and you're getting married. Hadley Wolfmeyer: How did you know that? Who told you that? Lavender "Popeye" Wolfmeyer: I guessed? Really? I guessed that? I was right? Terry Wolfmeyer: No, you've got to be kidding me. Hadley Wolfmeyer: No, I'm... I'm not. I'm getting married. Terry Wolfmeyer: This is how I find out? Through Popeye? A 15-year-old? Lavender "Popeye" Wolfmeyer: Don't be condescending... Terry Wolfmeyer: Close it! You are a child. What do *you* know? Andy Wolfmeyer: Oh, that old chestnut. Terry Wolfmeyer: You close it as well, please. Do his parents know? Hadley Wolfmeyer: Yes, they're ecstatic. Terry Wolfmeyer: Oh, how long have they been ecstatic? Hadley Wolfmeyer: You know what? Can we just go to the lunch, please? Terry Wolfmeyer: (shouting) How long have they been ecstatic, damn you, Hadley? (everyone around them looks at them)
Adam "Shep" Goodman: Who should I sleep with, Terry? Women like you? Your age? My age? I don't. You know why? 'Cause younger women are *nice*. You take them out, and they're actually grateful. "Oh look, a steak. Yummy." You go for a walk after dinner, the air smells nice, they say, "Thank you. This was *nice*. This was *fun*. You're *funny*. Tee-hee-hee." What should I do, Terry? Settle down and marry some pissed-off thing like you? I'd rather have someone come over and do *dental* work, *every day*, from my backside, up... through my *ass*!