Thirtysomething1987

Elliot Weston:
And the most impressive thing is how well, I mean no, honest to God, it's really selling. It's really selling. I mean - we got a preliminary report from the publishers and it's all computerized now so you can track exactly where it's selling, who's buying it, what breakfast cereals they eat in the morning... I mean it's great! No, it really is, and Nancy was...

[Elliot turns to see that Nancy has fallen asleep in her chair]

Elliot Weston:
How long has she been asleep?

Eleanor Krieger:
About five minutes.

Hope Murdoch Steadman:
Poor baby.

Elliot Weston:
She tried to do too much today. Honey?

Nancy Krieger Weston:
[roused by Elliot] Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. I was tired.

Elliot Weston:
It's okay.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
What?

Elliot Weston:
It's okay.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
No, it is not okay. It's not okay to fall asleep during dinnertime. That is not okay.

Hope Murdoch Steadman:
We know you're tired.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
[irritated] Yes, I am tired. I have just had half of my insides removed, and I'm going to start chemotherapy in a week or two, so yes, I am tired. I'm tired of thinking. [looking around at them] What - why were you whispering? I mean, what were you talking about?

Michael Steadman:
We were just talking about how well your book's doing, Nance.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
Apparently. Gives new meaning to the words 'publish or perish', doesn't it?

[Nancy exchanges a tiny smirk with her sister when nobody laughs]

Nancy Krieger Weston:
[breaking the awkward silence] Could I have some coffee?

Hope Murdoch Steadman:
[about to get up] Yeah. Sure.

Michael Steadman:
[already up] I got it. You want something in it?