A iced coffee and kitten and fog.
ABOUT ME
- COFFEE & MORPHINE
- Married and Purr-baby: Baby Brie. FAVORITE THINGS: Coffee, Husband's pillow, Rain, Ocean, Jelly's, Real Letters, Dolphins, Pearls, Rustic Industrial, Creme Brulee, Fox, Cruelty Free, Raw Honey, Chopper Motorcycles, Introvert, Cast Iron, Bear, Black Comedy, Wolf, Manatees, Black Fishnets, Narwhals, My Bed, Norway (maternal grand-grandma), Horses, Clean Soft Straight Long Hair (men), Abalone, Guns, Paisley, Avocados, Bunnies, Sewing, Marzipan, Painting, Cats/Kittens, Whiskers (animals), Octopus, Dad's Whistle, Wood, Alfalfa, Snowflakes, Fog, Swans, Rocks, Owls, Moonstone, Norwegian sweaters, Great Pyrenees dog, Montmartre, Raccoon, Driftwood, Gardening, Bats, Curious, Macabre, Headstrong and Obstinate girl.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
FAVORITE THINGS
Richie’s room has been converted into a makeshift hospital room. Royal lies on an electric hospital bed. He has an IV in his arm and a tube in his nose. There are several monitors and machines breathing and humming. There are numerous bottles of pills and medicines on the night stand.
Pagoda has on a surgical mask and scrubs.
Chas stands in the doorway. Richie is behind him.
CHAS: Get out.
ROYAL: All right. Let me just collect my things.
Royal sits up on the edge of the bed. He is dressed in pink surgical scrubs.
ROYAL: Would you mind handing me my cane, Richie?
Richie hands Royal his cane. Royal struggles to his feet. He rolls the IV stand beside him.
ROYAL: Let’s see, now. Where’s my suitcase?
Royal’s knee gives out. He staggers a step. He grips the back of a chair and looks to Richie with a surprised expression. He collapses on to the floor. He produces a wooden spoon, which he takes between his teeth.
RICHIE: Dad?
Richie and Pagoda rush over and kneel on the floor beside Royal. Chas frowns. Richie yells out the door:
RICHIE: Mom!
ROYAL: Grab me Nembutal, a son.
The Royal Tenenbaums, 2001
(sobbing!!) :)
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