In Plain Sight · Season 1
It's so not the same.
Who's saying it is? I'm just saying we were up all night with Oscar; the stomach thing.
I swear to God, there should be a special place in prison, a wing at Gitmo, for people who compare owning an animal to having a baby.
Would you call it your pet peeve?
Oh, fun! Word play. Look, dogs are lazy, Marshall, they're laconic. Babies are terrorists, they're relentless, they never let you rest; they're like little, fat alarm clocks.
Did you see that? That was the you know. That was the "personal event."
Yeah, and he was humming. Humming!
Exactly. Sure, Stan's a positive guy, chipper; I mean, hell, he's a jolly, white George Jefferson, but he is not a hummer! That came out wrong.
I'm ready to talk about the shooting. It was horrible, he deserved it, and I'd do it again.
But it hurt you to hurt him.
I didn't hurt him, I killed him. I had to, to protect Stan, to protect Marshall, because that's what I do. I protect people.
Which is why you didn't make an adoption plan for Norah.
She was so tiny, so fragile, but most of all, she was mine. I just felt like, feel like, I just realized no one could protect her like I would; like I can.
[voiceover] Children are our phantom limbs. Even when they leave, they're never really gone. They come back from time to time for laundry or a shoulder or a fist full of cash... To dance with you at the wedding of a friend. And those sleep-deprived whirling dervish early days that you swear will never end... Somehow they do. Then you blink, look up, and you find a boyfriend with a beard and a U-Haul on the lawn.
[voiceover] Psychologists say children believe in magic because their brains can't grasp the limits of natural law. As a kid, I tried to bend spoons with my mind like a magician I saw once on Saturday morning TV. It broke my heart when it didn't work. If I couldn't think a spoon into a knot, how could I will my mother to put down the vodka long enough to cook dinner, or wish my father into coming home to eat it? Beginning again. Some witnesses embrace it the chance to start fresh, to leave whatever baggage behind. For others, though, change means a dizzying loss of control. They cling to their baggage like a flotation device.
So, Norah, tough first day?
You know she doesn't understand, and even if she did she couldn't answer. You know why?
'Cause she's a baby?
She's a baby.
They're like sponges at this stage. She must have picked up something.
I'm so tired. You know what I need? A stay at home wife. Gay marriage, that's not legal yet?
There's always a statewide referendum. You want a hand?
I got it. You know what, just take the diaper bag. And my other bag. [picks up Norah's carrier] Honestly, just pick me up.
[voiceover] What is unleashed in the soul when we love outside ourselves is sharp, unexpected and beyond words. Love turns smart people stupid and conjures courage from thin air. That we can love so wildly, so recklessly, yet feel it in tame ways of every day is something of a miracle. For some, a miracle ordinary or otherwise, would take a miracle. Still, there's room for repentance; there's hope, if only in glimmers. For others, hope is all there is. Love, miracle, hope, not my kind of words, but I find as life pushes relentlessly on that they nudge their way in and set up shop; undeniable as moon tides. Pie in the sky magical thinking is replaced by grounded, grownup sense of wonder, and the reality that something as simple as a sunrise can still surprise you.
[voiceover] Somewhere between the primordial soup and the dirty cell phone pic, our minds invented a sneaky way to course-correct for our mistakes and disappointments. Leon Festinger called it cognitive dissonance. Worst part is it works, if only for a while.
[looking at a horse] You can't trust them. The ratio's off; too much animal for that little brain. You know it's like a lemon?
You'll be fine.
I'll be fine, but will he be fine? [to the horse] One false move and I turn you into a duffel bag. Got it?
[referring to their guide] She's pretty. Pretty young.
I hadn't noticed.
Really? You hadn't noticed her shameless flirting?
I'm kind of focused on the manhunt.
Here's what I don't get: when did you become the George Clooney to the Veronica Mars set?
You've got a little venom on your chin.
[voiceover] The mind's ability to fool itself knows almost no boundaries, but eventually the lucky among us come to our senses, the smoke fades, and we see things for how they really are. Whether by words of wisdom or the flicker of a flashlight, we muddle through the fog, landing on the long and winding road we're meant to travel. However baffling, we learn to trust the path or at least stay on it, and having no earthly clue where it's heading means we'll never be lost. At least not for long.
[voiceover] According to my memory of sixth-grade social studies, 200 something years ago, our founding fathers fought for certain inalienable rights Free speech, the pursuit of happiness, the simple chance to have a choice. But there's such a thing as too many choices. I long for the days of three TV channels. Experts call this the paradox of choice, where having too many options can lead to the wrong one, or to the worst one making no choice at all.
[to Marshall] I don't care what you say, Stan gave you the hothead heave-ho and not me. That's it, every year on this date we're having cake!
Wait a minute, what? The guy who couldn't stand to be in the same room with John suddenly is simpatico? Oh, I see. You've got it too: the Betty/Veronica complex. The blonde work wife, the underage, brunette girlfriend.
Did you just call yourself my work wife?
[whispers] I think I did. [makes a face]
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