Michael:
You are okay?
Alice:
Never better.
Michael:
What happened, something at A.A.?
Alice:
Uh... I'll be okay. It's just a really bad day.
Michael:
You wanna tell me what's wrong? Something I can do?
Alice:
Thank you, but...
Michael:
Can't fix it, unless we know it's broke.
Alice:
How was your meeting?
Michael:
First time, I'll get used to it. There was a lot of people there feeling sorry for themselves. It's like an alcoholic has ruined their lives and they'd rather be a victim than try and fix it.
Alice:
Fix it, huh?
Michael:
What'd I do now, Alice?
Alice:
Nothing, Michael. Nothing.
Michael:
am talking about some losers at my meeting. You're taking it personally.
Alice:
The trouble with all these losers at your meeting is that they are not perfect like some people. They're married to alcoholics who are bouncing off the walls and they don't know what the fuck to do. So you might have to be a little tolerant, give them the benefit of your expertise in problem solving.
Michael:
Good meeting huh? You guys drop acid or something?
Alice:
Like I said... I'm having a really bad day and I don't mean to take it out on you.
Michael:
What is it? You want a drink real bad?
Alice:
That wouldn't distinguish it from any other day, Michael.
Michael:
One of your friends fall of the wagon?
Alice:
Nothing happened, Michael. Nothing has to happen for me to have a bad day. That's the thrilling part of all this. It just comes and hits and runs me over like a goddamn freight train.
Michael:
Okay, when is the next freight train coming through? You got a printed schedule? Cause I could plan around these things, you know, and give you the space so you can, you know, smoke.
Alice:
Maybe you shouldn't have to, Michael. One of the women at my meetings is going to a half way house, because she is not making it in her home environment and I...
