May I help you? I have a ten o’clock appointment with Dr. Samji. The name’s Patrick Casey.
Could you spell that for me? C-A-S-E-Y. C-A-S-E-Y。Yes. Please have a seat, and we’ll call you. My leg’s stiff today.
Be sure to ask the doctor if there’s anything you can do about it. They never have anything useful to say to me.
That’s not true. And if you don’t take care of your leg, it’s only going to get worse. They say exercise can help, you know.
Ok, ok. You’re in a had mood today.
Well, I’m doing the best I can. Hospitals make me nervous . . . Doctors put me on edge. And I’m worried about my kids, one says she wants to go to music school.
So? But music? What kind of a job will you get if you study music?
Come on, Dad . . . Music is big business, there are all kinds of jobs. Sure, turning pages for some dumb piano player.
Come on, you know my dream is to he a songwriter. You and a million others.
I think I have some talent. Why don’t you study nursing or something?
It’s not me. It’s not what I want, I want to study music. Well, if you ask me . . . I think you’re making a big mistake.
Not if it’s what I want to do. Mr.Casey.
You’re a stubborn woman. You bet! I take after my father.
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Look left, right, up, down. What happened to your leg, Mr.Casey? Oh, a wall fell on it.
A wall? Yeah, when I was a fireman, I was in a hotel fire. . .
I’ve been on disability pay ever since the accident. Let’s have a little talk here, Mr.Casey.
We have found several potential problems. Your cholesterol is very high, the EKG tells us there is a slight heart problem
and the circulation in your leg is. . . ah, how should I put it. . . . getting worse. If we don’t do something right away, your current situation could lead to a stroke or heart attack. . .
We strongly recommend that you start an exercise program. And we have to put you on a strict diet.
And get this prescription filled. . . Whatever you say, Doc.
Here comes a taxi. So, what did the doctor say? Not much. Everything’s ok. No real problems.
Do you need to stop at the drugstore? No, later maybe. Let’s go straight home.
Becky, buzzer. I’ll be right down, Matt.
I won’t be late. Can I get you anything before I leave? No, no, I’ll be fine.
What’s that for? Because I love you.
I love you, too, honey. Go on. Matt’s waiting. See you later.
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Hey, welcome to our fourth annual Memorial Day cookout. Coming up, one of my famous charcoal-broiled hamburgers. . .
and how ’bout an all-American hot dog. . . and, of course, Sal’s homemade Boston baked beans. So, how have you been?
Oh, so busy, you know, with my day job, and some gigs at night, guitar lessons, and. . . Are you still working at the factory?
I’m hoping to go to college. . . music school. Good for you, which one?
Well, my first choice is the Boston School of Music, but I’ve applied to four colleges, all together. Oh, all four will want you, I mean you have such a great voice!
I wish I had a talent like that. Come on, you have a husband who loves you, a beautiful daughter, and your own apartment. . .
I mean, what more could you. . . You’re right. I mean. . . I can’t complain. Life is good.
So, what does Matt think about your plans to study music? He doesn’t really understand, he doesn’t think I’ll make it.
Men, they’re all alike. All they think about is money and sex. Yeah. . .
How are you doing? I’m excellent. How are you doing? Good to see you.
Nice to see you. Feeling good? Hey, Rebecca, you get more lovely every day. . . Look at you!
Thanks, Jack. Hey, but Sandy, she’s the love of my life.
Jack. Hey, I’m thirsty, I’m going to get a drink. You want anything?
No, maybe later, thanks. Jacks in a good mood!
No, not really. He’s had too many beers. He lost his job yesterday. Oh, no. . .
She is so cute. I want to have a little girl like that some day.
Last time I checked, you need a man for that. . . the right man. I know.
Someone who will be a good father. It’s hard to imagine Jack as a Dad. He gets so crazy sometimes. . .
Babe, I’m leaving. We just got here. So? I haven’t even said hello to Sal. I’m leaving. If you want to stay, you can stay. I’m leaving, ok. Is that ok? Excuse me, Rebecca.
Tell Sal something came up. What was it? The volleyball game?
No, just tell him the truth: Jack’s upset because he lost his job. What’s with him?
Did he lose his temper again?
Yeah, and he lost his job, too. Poor Sandy.
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