THE UNKINDNESS.

we were never a real family.

we were just strangers living under the same roof, destined to be alone, starved for attention, damaged by our upbringing, and haunted by what might have been.

if the benchmark is extraordinary, what do you do if you’re not?

shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

i don’t recall.

if you really give a shit and you’ve got any fresh ideas, i’m all ears.

the city is really going to shit, huh?

it’s not spandex, it’s leather. and you used to like it.

god, please un-remember that.

i still can’t get over the fact that you two used to…

not another word. not another damn word.

you were great today. really, really great.

at a certain point, it’s not about practice. it’s about whether you’ve got something special. and maybe you just… don’t.

you can put in your ten thousand hours, or you can go find something you’re actually passionate about.

you don’t find it interesting how ordinary people live their lives?

sometimes there’s beauty in the mundane, you know?

damn lazy bastards.

can we go see a movie or something? or the ocean?

i’d ask what you’re up to, but then it occurred to me… i don’t care.

you know there are easier ways out of the house, buddy?

you need any more company today? i could, uh… clear my schedule.

i love you! even if you can’t love yourself!

i mean, no wonder she lost her mind.

it’s just… when we were kids, we used to sit in here and tell each other everything.

now, i know nothing in my life was real.

i’m starting over. i just didn’t think it would be so hard.

some things just stay broken.

well, since you’re here, you might as well come in.

when i was a kid, my imagination was my escape. clearly, i never grew up.

i made it for you. you inspired me.

this is so bizarre. we’ve known each other for… two days?

i feel like you know me better than anyone in my family.

no, uh… i was sort of the fifth beatle of the family, so…

um, i’m sorry to interrupt, but… could you come back to the house? we’re having a family meeting.

maybe i’m just trying to not separate myself from everything and everyone.

i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have said those things to you yesterday.

i’m, uh… i’m not good at this whole sister thing.

ouch. tell me how you really feel.

how did you find me?

‘it’s important.’ you have no concept of what’s important.

did i ever tell you guys about the time i waxed my ass with chocolate pudding? it was so painful.

what? i need an excuse to hang out with my family?

what, and i’m incapable of being serious? is that what you’re saying?

you think you’re better than us. you always have.

the truth is, you’re just as messed up as the rest of us. we’re all you have. and you know it.

i don’t think i’m better than you, ____. i know i am.

i’ve done unimaginable things, things you couldn’t even comprehend.

how come you’re so light and fluffy?

you haven’t been home in a long time, _____.

oh, so what, you need my help now?

oh, ‘get out of the van, ____!’ well, welcome back to the van!

the whole family has to vote. we owe each other that.

you seem upset. i’ll make cookies.

dad only loved himself.

everything you did for us when we were kids… for me… why’d you do it?

being your mother is the greatest gift of my life.

is that you saying that?

you father isn’t here, silly.

stop it! do you hear me? stop trying to defend him!

___, you gotta feel something.

what a wonderful world she lives in. sometimes i wonder if she’s lonely.

every now and then, when the sun came rolling over the horizon just right, and the light hits it, everything would turn to white glass. it’s beautiful.

those few moments when my whole world was glowing, i felt like maybe i was meant to be there.

you could’ve been killed, or gotten any of us killed.

i have a question.

knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules.

i want to time travel.

one is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn.

fear isn’t the issue.

i forbid you to talk about this anymore.

not ready, my ass.

i survived on scraps. canned food, cockroaches, anything i could find.

you know that rumor that twinkies have an endless shelf life? well, it’s total bullshit.

you do whatever it takes to survive, or you die.

you got anything stronger?

you think i’m crazy.

exactly what don’t you understand?

gee, wish i’d thought of that.

you think i didn’t try everything to get back to my family?

this was a mistake. you’re too young, too naive to understand.

i haven’t seen you in a long time, and i don’t want to lose you again. that’s all.

we’ll talk in the morning again. okay? i promise.

dammit. i’m sick of this cost-cutting bullshit.

no point keeping it bottled up, or it’ll just give you heartburn, and i gotta listen to you complain about that, too.

they can shove their protocol up their asses.

you get what you pay for.

i think these idiots all shot each other.

i’ll take it if you’ll give it.

i’m sorry, not to be rude, ‘cause you seem super sweet, but do i have to go through all this again?

what, are we gonna keep things professional?

you used to like that.

you show up and act like you can be a part of this, and you can’t, not anymore.

i’m good at this. you know i can help you.

i’ve had the same routine for the last four years. now that i’m back down here, i’m not quite sure what to do with myself.

i didn’t think it was possible to miss a person this much.

when you left, it seemed like all you wanted to do was forget this place ever existed, so…

i think there’s a reason why you never left.

you know you talk in your sleep?

shut your piehole.

just a lot of memories coming up. all those good times. well, not so much good times as really awful, terrible, depressing times.

no! you listen to me, asshole.

i’ve come a long way for this, through some shit your pea brain couldn’t even comprehend, so just give me the information i need and i’ll be on my merry way.

what you do out there is a fantasy.

guess what? recess is over. it’s grown-up time.

oh, thank god. i was worried sick about you.

i- i guess i didn’t know how to process what you were saying. and i still can’t, to be honest.

maybe it wasn’t real after all. it felt real.

look, i used to see someone. a therapist. i could give you her information.

what? this is my nicest outfit.

what’s our cover story?

what a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain.

this isn’t twenty questions, old man.

you know what? you’re probably better off here.

you know, if i wanted advice, no offense, it wouldn’t be from you.

so you know what it’s like to love someone like this? like when you’re apart from her, you can’t breathe? like you would - you would die, and i mean actually die, to know she’s okay and happy.

you separate yourself from everyone and everything. you always have.

you’re an adult now. you don’t get to blame your problems on anyone but yourself.

in about sixty seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they’re gonna see a whole lotta blood, and they’re gonna wonder ‘what the hell happened?’ and we’re gonna tell them that you beat the shit out of us.

you’re gonna do great in prison. trust me, i’ve been there.

yeah, can i get that twenty bucks like, now, or what?

god, the longest i’ve been with someone was… i don’t know, three weeks. and that’s only because i was so tired of looking for a place to sleep.

easier to learn music when you’re young. you know, like a second language.

i could smell it was you.

you could have killed me.

if i wanted you dead, you’d be dead.

i shouldn’t have to prove my innocence to you or anyone else in this family.

you can relax. i have never been a prodigy at anything.

monet didn’t really start painting until his forties. he did alright for himself.

family. it’s never easy, right?

this is always where you used to come when you were upset.

i said some pretty unkind things to her.

i hoped it might cheer you up.

oh my god, look how little we were.

things have been disappearing lately. these are too important to lose.