:18:05
I don't intimidate you, do I?
:18:09
Well, James, you can be
a little overbearing.
:18:12
Cynthia, you see? You see?
Here's what I like about you.
:18:16
I could talk to you.
:18:19
I cannot talk to Joyce.
:18:22
- I can talk to Joyce.
- Maybe you should...
:18:24
because you're one of the last
five people in Bayonne that can.
:18:31
- Got enough sugar?
- You're gonna start with the sugar?
:18:35
I like tea. Okay?
:18:37
I like coffee.
I can't take it without sugar.
:18:40
We've been married five years.
:18:42
I know her three years before that.
Can't she figure it out?
:18:45
How hard is it for me to get some
goddamn sugar in my own house?
:18:50
You look in the fucking cabinet,
you go, "We need some sugar".
:18:54
Then what? You take a pencil,
a piece of paper.
:18:57
S-U-G-E-R, this is what we need.
:18:59
You go to the store, you say,
"What do I need? A one-pound box?
:19:02
Maybe that big five-pound sack?
Low-cal? NutraSweet?"
:19:06
Whatever you need,
you bring the sugar home.
:19:08
But, no. Can I get some sugar? No.
:19:11
We can have this argument
about it.
:19:13
Five minutes later, I don't even know
what I'm yelling about.
:19:17
You wearing a bra today?
:19:26
- What?
- Is Cynthia there?
:19:28
We're talking up here.
:19:29
- Did you get the sugar?
- I got it.
:19:31
Thank you and fuck you.
:19:34
Oh, shit.
:19:38
We had an accident.
Cynthia spilled the tea.
:19:40
Hold on. Hold on.
Let me get the Dustbuster.
:19:43
Come here, look out.
Watch out.
:19:46
You get out of the way.
:19:49
Wait. You have a little sugar on you.
Let me tidy you up.
:19:52
- Get that off of me.
- Let me see your tits.
:19:55
I won't let you look at my tits.
Joyce is downstairs.
:19:58
- I'm not gonna say nothing.
- Well, I am. She's my best friend.