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Royal and Etheline walk along a path through the park. Royal rolls his hanging IV bag at his side.
ETHELINE
How are you feeling?
ROYAL
Oh, I’m having a ball. Scrapping and
yelling. Mixing it up. Loving every
minute with this damn crew.
(sincerely)
I’d like to thank you for raising our
children, by the way.
ETHELINE
(pause)
OK.
ROYAL
I’m not kidding.
Etheline shrugs.
ROYAL (CONT’D)
You always put them first, didn’t you?
ETHELINE
I tried to. Lately, I feel like maybe I
didn’t do such a great job.
ROYAL
Goddammit, don’t do that to yourself.
I’m the one who failed them. Or,
anyway, it’s nobody’s fault.
(pause)
Plus, it doesn’t --
ETHELINE
Well, then why didn’t you give a damn
about us, Royal? Why didn’t you care?
ROYAL
I don’t know, but I’m ashamed of myself.
I’ll tell you one thing, though. You’ve
got more grit, and fire, and guts than
any bob-tailed fox I ever damn hunted,
and if --
Etheline laughs. Royal smiles.
ROYAL (CONT’D)
What? What’s so funny?
ETHELINE
Nothing.
ROYAL
No, tell me.
ETHELINE
Nothing. Just these little expressions
of yours.
ROYAL
(pause)
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
But I’ll take it as a compliment.
They look at each other for a long minute.
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ROYAL (CONT’D)
You’re true blue, Ethel. You really
are.
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Henry with two bags of groceries in his arms, watching from behind a stone wall above the path. He listens as Royal says:
ROYAL (CONT’D)
How’s your love life?
ETHELINE
None of your business.
Henry frowns.
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Page 147 of The Royal Tenenbaums. It says “Chapter Six.”