David Castleman:
What? [short pause] What?
Joe Castleman:
[realising] You've been smoking pot.
David Castleman:
No I haven't.
Joe Castleman:
Yes you have! I can... [grabs David by the arm, he hits it away] You reek of it!
Joan Castleman:
Joe, calm down.
Joe Castleman:
No, no, no, no. Look at him. Oh my God, the kid's completely stoned!
David Catleman:
Oh, I guess I'm a real embarrassment to you, huh, pop?
Joe Castleman:
What kind of hostile crap is that?
Joan Castleman:
[sighs] Joe. David, what's going on?
David Catleman:
I don't know, mom. I'm trying to figure out if I've been worshipping at the wrong parental shrine.
Joe Castleman:
What the hell are you talking about? [pause] What are you talking about?! Oh my God, the kid's in a mess. What are we gonna do with him?
David Castleman:
Nope, I'm not a pronoun, pop. I'm standing right here.
Joe Castleman:
Well than talk to me for Christ's sake!
Joan Castleman:
Don't shout at him.
Joe Castleman:
Yes, I will! We're late! We're supposed to be in the limo, and already he's spoiling my night with his fucking bullshit--
David Castleman:
Is it?!
Joe Castleman:
Is it what?!
David Castleman:
Your night?! Because according to your biographer this could all be some brilliant fraud.
Joe Castleman:
What biographer?
David Castleman:
That guy on the plane, with the glasses and the hair. Andy Warol with--
Joan Castleman:
Nathaniel Bone?! He's not my fucking biographer! What are you talking about?!
David Castleman:
Well, he was in the bar last night.
Joan Castleman:
What did he say to you?
David Castleman:
He said that I shouldn't measure myself against my venerable father's success because there is in fact a theory, that you, my mother, the real genius of the family.
Joan Castleman:
That's ridiculous.
David Castleman:
Why would he make such a twisted thing up?
Joe Castleman:
David, he's out to get me, cause I won't authorise his hack-job on my life. Don't be an idiot, David.
David Castleman:
I'm not an idiot!
Joe Castleman:
All right.
David Castleman:
Why would you call me that?!
Joe Castleman:
Okay, calm down.
David Castleman:
But of course, if what he said is true, than I really really would be a fucking idiot wouldn't I?!
Joe Castleman:
David, look I hate to state the obvious, but I think the pot is making you paranoid.
David Castleman:
I'm not fucking paranoid!
Joan Castleman:
David, Nathaniel Bone is an insidious man. He had no business saying those kinds of things to you.
David Castleman:
He said you had a drink with him too. Did you?
Joan Castleman:
I did. He approached me in the lobby, I thought it would be unwise to rebuff him.
David Castleman:
He said that you confessed.
Joan Castleman:
Confessed what?
David Castleman:
He said that you ghost write dad's books.
Joan Castleman:
I never said that!
David Castleman:
[short pause] Do you?
Joan Castleman:
No, David, I do not.
David Castleman:
[tearfully] I don't believe you...
Joan Castleman:
Well, darling, I can't make you believe me. You know, you have to decide what you believe yourself.
Joe Castleman:
David, it's all lies. It's fucking outrageous.
David Castleman:
Dad, why were you always closing the door on me, huh? With her inside? When I was young? What the fuck was she doing in there?
Joe Castleman:
What are you talking about?
David Castleman:
The fucking door to your office! It was always being slammed in my face with her inside!
Joe Castleman:
Your mother was proofreading.
David Castleman:
Proofreading?!
Joe Castleman:
Uh-huh.
David Castleman:
I don't fucking believe you! You asked mom "Who the hell is Sylvia Fry?!" You don't even know who your fucking characters are!
Joe Castleman:
All right, now that's enough now, David--
David Castleman:
No, fuck you! Fuck you! [grabs his father by the coat, pushes him to the wall] Fuck you! You enslaved my mother!
Joe Castleman:
David! David! No, David!
Joan Castleman:
Stop it, David! David! Calm down. Your father doesn't control me.
David Castleman:
[calming down, tearfully] It's all so fucked up...