Thirtysomething1987

Nancy Krieger Weston:
Hey, Mom. Uhm. I want to ask you something. This might sound really insane.

Eleanor Krieger:
Go ahead. I like insane questions.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
How can you know what your life is?

Eleanor Krieger:
Your life?

Nancy Krieger Weston:
Yeah. Do you ever get to really see it? Just for what it is? just simply for what it is?

Eleanor Krieger:
[perplexed] I don't know.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
[laughing] Well, that helps a lot, Mom.

Eleanor Krieger:
[laughing herself] Well, I mean it. I don't know. Sometimes I've thought that I did. But I think you only get it in bits. I don't know.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
[as Eleanor is getting out of the car] Mom?

Eleanor Krieger:
Yeah?

Nancy Krieger Weston:
[clearly wanting to tell her but changing her mind] I'll... see you next week.

Eleanor Krieger:
See you next week.