Margot at the Wedding (2007)
Nicole Kidman: Margot
Margot : He's doing the interview with me in town on Friday. Did I tell you he and I are collaborating on a screenplay? An adaptation of one of Dick's novels.
Pauline : No. I didn't even know you knew he was up here.
Malcolm : [while drawing with Claude and Ingrid] Is he even a good writer? Why do people care about him?
Pauline : You're competitive with everyone. It doesn't even matter if they do the same thing as you. He's competitive with Bono.
Malcolm : It's true. I don't subscribe to the credo that there's enough room for everyone to be successful. I think there are only a few spots available, and people like Dick Koosman and Bono are taking them up.
[continues drawing a picture of a man and woman having sex]
Margot : Malcolm, what would ever make you think that's something to draw right now?
Malcolm : [looks around at what Claude and Ingrid are drawing; crumples up his paper] Sorry. I wasn't thinking about it. Sorry Margot.
Margot : Stop picking on me.
Margot : He's not ugly. He's completely unattractive.
Malcolm : Paul apologizes for not coming. She's still getting the house ready.
Margot : I'm sorry it was such short notice.
Malcolm : I don't care. Paul's frantic, but I don't give a shit. Oh, and Ingrid wants me to tell you that she made us all bracelets.
Ingrid : No, I said we should wait.
Malcolm : I thought you asked me to tell them. Anyways, I got Knicks colours.
Ingrid : They're not Knicks colours!
Margot : It's beautiful, Ingrid.
Ingrid : Where's your dad and Josh?
Claude : They might come later.
Margot : Josh's spring break is next week, and then Jim teaches through Friday. Then he opens the house in Vermont on the weekend.
Malcolm : It means a lot to Pauline that you came.
Margot : Good.
Malcolm : [swerving to avoid a car] Holy Jesus! Watch it, dicksack! God! If you're wondering about the mustache...
Margot : No, I wasn't.
Malcolm : I had a full beard for a while, and then when I shaved it I left this part for last, you know, to see how it looked. And... it's meant to be funny.
Pauline : I was dating that guy Horace back then. Do you remember him?
Margot : Was that the guy who liked to rough you up?
Pauline : No, that was our dad.
Margot : Our dad used to strip down to his skivvies and beat us with a belt.
Malcolm : That man had a sexual screw loose.
Pauline : That's awful, that stuff that happens to kids. Malcolm was fondled by a male babysitter.
Malcolm : Just use that information however you want.
Margot : You didn't notice anything different about Pauline?
Claude : No.
Margot : She's pregnant. She told me. She's keeping it a secret from Malcolm and even Ingrid, which I think is unforgivable. Now she's gonna have to marry him. What's she planning on doing, getting married and not drinking champagne? Then she's just gonna be lying. I guess she's afraid she'll miscarry. She probably will. I think on some level, she's ambivalent about the marriage. That's why she's not telling him.
Claude : Are you stoned, Mom?
Margot : Maybe a little.
Claude : I don't like it.
Malcolm : [Margot turns around; startled by Malcolm's presence] Sorry. I'm here.
Margot : I didn't see you.
Malcolm : I'm just writing my vows. I'm trying to do something appropriate but also funny. Not jokey, more character-based humour. You having an OK time?
Margot : Yeah, besides Wizard getting out.
Malcolm : Yeah. We'll find him. Or else, I don't know.
Margot : We won't.
Malcolm : Right. Or else, he's dead or something. It means a lot to Paul that you came.
Margot : Yeah.
Margot : I thought he was a musician.
Pauline : Well, music's officially a hobby. He's painting now, and writing letters to newspapers and magazines. He's very meticulous. He'll spend up to a week writing a response to a music review. He's incredibly smart. Maybe too smart, I don't know. We're doing very well.
Margot : You know, Pauline told me she's very disappointed in you.
Claude : Why?
Margot : She thinks you laze about the house. Ingrid is always offering to help clean or cook. She made bracelets for all the guests. Even Malcolm puts up the tent. You just wait until everyone else does it for you.
Claude : That's not true.
Margot : It is true. I wish I taught you better manners...
Claude : I can try to make pop-overs. If I remember how...
Margot : Don't bother.
[She looks at him with grave disappointment]
Claude : Why are you looking at me like that?
Margot : I just see how much you've changed. Your body language. You used to be rounder and more graceful. You're so stiff now, so blasé.
Claude : What do you mean?
Margot : I can't explain it.
[She sees the tears in his eyes]
Margot : It's okay, though.
Claude : Uh-huh.
[He stands up and starts walking away]
Margot : You're still handsome!