INT. TRACEY’S RESTAURANT – DAY
They sit across from each other. He continues, stressing this point:
I am serious. I’ve got nothing but problems.
Alright. Let’s work through ‘em. One by one. I’m good at this.
I think there’s only one problem, and it’s everything.
Come on – one by one –
For starters? My dad’s dead! And we were supposed to get to know each other better, as adults . . . next year.
You’re dealing with it. It happens.
My mom wants cremation. They don’t do cremations in Elizabethtown.
Not a problem.
Drew gets up to grab a missing utensil. She swivels and studies him, and his every word.
there’s an expensive Memorial coming up.
Not that money is an issue of course –
(waves it away)
It’ll all work out.
He sits down.
And I can’t amke an attachment here because I’m
just going to disappoint you in a very profound way.
So I think today is pretty much the sum total of us.
They study each other’s faces.
You’re right. It’s everything.
(leans forward with mock panic)
It’s a complete disaster. You have no choice but
to give up completely!
But we do have tonight.
He looks at her. She’s immovably positive.