Maybe Emily Previn was autistic. I read an article once about a high-functioning autistic person who didn't need people. She just had a job designing these big cattle slaughterhouses. At night, she came home and sat in a machine that made her feel like she was being hugged. And that was all the intimacy she needed.
I don't see why this person has to be mentally ill just because she had a life that doesn't conform to some familiar image that we have in our heads. Maybe she was living the life she wanted. The life without the hassle of other people.
What kind of a life is that?
[Brenda tells her massage client to roll onto his back. When he does so, she notices that he has an erection.]
CClient
Sorry. Happens to me all the time.
Nothing I haven't seen before, so don't be embarrassed.
CClient
Who said I'm embarrassed?
Hm. [laughs gently, tries to go back to her work] Okay. [stares at his erect penis and then at him. Puts her hand on it and gives him a strong handjob.]
[Nate and Brenda are talking about the book she is writing.]
Well, who's Christina? Is that your fictional alter ego? Your Holden Caulfield?
She's more like my Humbert Humbert. [Nate stares blankly] You know, my Constance Chatterley. [Nate looks slightly confused] She's like Hermione in the Harry Potter books.
What would you rather have: some overly-educated gasbag like Trevor … or a semi-literate fuck machine like me? Come on.
That's a no-brainer, no pun intended.
[Brenda browses through clothes in a department store when a saleswoman approaches her.]
SSaleswoman
Anything I can help you with?
Yes, I'm looking for clothes so expensive only an idiot would buy them. [walks over to a skirt] Oh, there they are! [saleswoman walks away angrily]
[A male shopper smiles at Brenda as she buys clothes. They slowly approach each other.]
Excuse me. [reaching for a skirt]
MMan
Be my guest. [Brenda slowly puts her hand on his and lightly brushes it with her fingertips. He reacts by slowly putting his hand on her butt. Brenda thinks for a moment and then moves his hand to her front and puts it up her dress. He starts giving her a handjob below her dress.]
SSaleswoman
Excuse me. Your wife would like you to see how she looks in her Jill Sanders sweater. [the man leaves.] And I think you should leave, or I'll have to call Security.
[leaving] Do you validate?
Oh, you know what? You don't want to be with me, then don't, alright?
Nate, I'm kidding, come on... Of course I want to be with you, I love you!
Yeah? Well then why do you treat me like shit all the time?
Because I had a really fucked up life and I use sarcasm to hide how ridiculously vulnerable I really am... Hey, come on, Jesus, you know that.
[During an intake, the stepmother and the daughters are bickering over the decedent's request to be buried beside his first wife.]
D1Daughter #1
It's what our father wanted.
SStepmother
No, it's what you want, because you never liked me!
D1Daughter #1
Well, you got that right.
SStepmother
You hate that you couldn't control your father when he was alive, and now you're trying to do it when he's dead.
D2Daughter #2
It was his decision!
There is a significant unpaid balance on the account.
D1Daughter #1
We'll pay for it!
SStepmother
If you take one cent from him, you'll be hearing from my attorney!
I really don't think that's necessary.
SStepmother
Oh, no? I gave the last six years of my life to that man; and contrary to what these stupid bitches think, I really did love him and I will not be humiliated like this!
D2Daughter #2
Yeah, well, if you do not follow our father's instructions exactly, you'll be hearing from our attorney, who used to work for Disney.
SStepmother
Oh, bring it on, ferret face!
D2Daughter #2
Oh, fuck you, you gold-digging slut!
SStepmother
How dare you!
D2Daughter #2
There are naked pictures of you on the Internet! My son showed them to me!
Shut up! All of you, shut the fuck up! Jesus Christ, a man died. Your husband, your father lived a life, and now he's dead. Show some respect.
