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Kitchen Table. Saturday Morning.
Pops eats pie, sips whiskey and drinks tea. He sits in his deceased wifeâs old wheelchair. The small kitchen table is beat up, but the fork is polished silver and his plate and teacup are fine china. Pops tries very hard to ignore Oswaldo, who loudly chews almonds throughoutâ
OSWALDO: Howâs your pie? Good?
POPS: Fine.
OSWALDO: Yeah butâwanna try some of these fresh organic raw almonds from Whole Foods instead? Because my caseworker over at the place, he a real ball breaker like how I told you, but ever since I took his suggestion and switched my breakfast to almonds and health water instead of, you knowâRing Dings with bologna and Fanta Grapeâ
POPS: Oswaldoâ
OSWALDO: See: the Ring Dings and bologna and Fanta Grape, it turns out, thatâs what doctors and People magazine call âemotional eatingâ on my partâon account of I only ate that shit because those foods made me feel âsafe and taken care ofâ back when I was a kid who was never âsafe or taken care of.â But now, Iâm a adult, right? So I donât gotta eat like that no more, and I can take care of myself by getting all fit and diesel like how Iâm doing from eating these almonds and making other healthful choices like I been making. And so, Iâm not trying to get all up in your business, but maybe thatâs also the reason you always be eating pieâbecause of, like, you got emotionalismsâya know?
POPS: Emotionalisms.
OSWALDO: I knowâit sounded funny at first to me tooâbut emotionalisms is real, and pieâdonât take this wrongâbut they say pie is like poison.
POPS: Pie ainât like poison, Oswaldoâpie is like pie!
OSWALDO: I know, but they saidâ
POPS: Oh yeah, âThey saidâ! âTheyâ always saying something. Then later, theyâll go and say something else thatâs inevitably completely ass-backwards from what they originally said! Happens all the time. For example, them almonds. Donât be surprised if we learn in the future that almonds cause cancer.
OSWALDO: Nah, theyâre good for youâ
POPS: Yeah, âtheyâ say that nowâwait a while, see what âtheyâ gonna say then. Now grab me that Cool Whip from out the fridgeâNestor didnât finish all my Cool Whip, did he?
OSWALDO: Iâll check.
POPS: Motherfucker thinks Iâm here to keep him in Cool Whip.
(Lulu enters. Sheâs wearing very little.)
LULU: Morning, Dad.
(Lulu kisses Popsâs cheek, her body rubs up on him a little.)
POPS: Morning, Lulu.
LULU: Morning, Oswaldo . . . You got something on your face.
OSWALDO: What, where?
(Lulu rubs it off Oswaldoâs face.)
LULU: There. Itâs off.
POPS: Lulu, you donât get cold, dressed like that?
LULU: Oh Iâm very warm-bloodedâI canât even sleep with a sheet.
POPS: How about a little robe then, something?
LULU: In the summertime?!
OSWALDO: Cool Whipâs goneâ
LULU: Oh, was that yours, Dad?!
(Lulu bends over the fridge exposing herself further as she searchesâ)
POPS: Oh good Lord, âFull moon rising!â Lulu, mind your hindquartersâplease!
(Lulu retrieves some pudding.)
LULU: Butterscotch swirl! Did you say something, Dad?
POPS: Nah, never mind. You walk the dog, Oswaldo?
LULU: OhâI can go walk him right now, Dad!
POPS: Good. Thank you. Put some pants on though.
LULU: Oh I wouldnât go out like this, Dad! You want something from the store?
POPS: Just some cookies and juice for when that damn church lady come. Why she donât get the hint nobody wants her around here?
LULU: Dad! . . . Oh, waitâDad? I just realized I canât actually go to the store right nowâwhenâs the church lady coming?
POPS: Ah, donât worry about it. Just be home on time for supper. We having shrimps and my special veal you like.
LULU: Oh my God for real, Dad?!
POPS: Yes, now please, go walk the damn dog.
LULU: OhâIâll walk him right now! Shrimps and veal!
(Lulu kisses Pops on the cheek, rubs up against him a little, and exits.)
POPS: . . . Oswaldo?
OSWALDO: Yeah, Dad?
POPS: Why she call me âDadâ all the time? I ainât her dad.
OSWALDO: Itâs like, you know, she very fond of you. Like a term of respect. You ainât my dad either, but I still call you Dad.
POPS: She ainât right that girl.
OSWALDO: She a nice girl, Dad.
POPS: She may be nice, and she look good, but I fear the girl is retarded.
OSWALDO: . . . Oh snap, hold up. This guy in the Post, I know him!
POPS: Let me see that . . . Umm-hmm, just what I thought!
OSWALDO: What?
POPS: Oswaldo, three mornings out of five, you start up with, âOh I know this dude in the paperââ
OSWALDO: But I know a lot of peoplesâ
POPS: Yeah, but do you know any people who ainât criminals, Oswaldo?! Cuz itâs never the guy who rescued the puppy that you know. Or the brother saved a baby from a burninâ building. But any motherfucker perpetrates a felony and ends up in the New York Postâthatâs always the motherfucker you know!
OSWALDO: Iâm trying to meet new peoples, Dad. I joined the Facebook . . . Matchbox.comâyou heard of them? From the computer?
POPS: Just donât bring none of your old compadres around here is allâs Iâm saying.
OSWALDO: Youâre right, no doubt. And, I meanâthank youâbecause I really appreciate you let me stay here, Dad. And Iâm gonna start paying rent real soonâ
POPS: You my sonâs friend and a guest in my home. Guests donât pay no rent.
OSWALDO: I just wanna helpâ
POPS: I donât need no help! Guests donât pay no rentâya hear?! You a guest. Period.
OSWALDO: Yeah, I feel you on that, and thank youâbut also, um, I mean, I been feeling someth...