American Bistro

Everyone dreams at least once in their lives

with their eyes open.

It's that moment when you finally catch your breath

when all the bullshit fades away

and you can see from here to the end of every road you have

or ever could walk down.

You look at yourself and all you are.

Look at what you've become and you wonder...

what could've been

had I just done it differently.

What if I'd said no?

What if I hadn't accepted no for an answer?

What if I'd gone?

What if I'd stayed?

What if?

If only.

But no.

It's just a fleeting moment.

For reality has a tendency...

I love you.

...of rushing back.

Fucker, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Hello.

Uncle Medor.

Hey Edmund.

I haven't heard from you since what?

Christmas.

Yeah.

I guess it has been a long time, hasn't it?

So listen.

I er, I need a bit of help.

Okay, what's happened?

Well, um, I broke up with...

J... Je... Jessica broke up with me.

Who is Jessica?

My girlfriend.

Oh, sorry.

Hey Frenchie.

Come to lunch at my house.

Medor.

Yes, Mister Appleby.

Medor, Medor, Medor.

- How you doing? - Fine.

- How long ago did my dad hire you? 30 years ago? - Yeah.

Thirty years and you still sound like a French Helen Keller. Why is that?

You stupid?

Come on, you're stupid, huh?

Say it, I'm stupid.

I'm stupid, I'm stupid.

I think that's what it is, you're stupid, right?

'Cause anybody using the company line to talk

to their friends during company time would be stupid.

Not my friend, my nephew, he's in trouble, you know.

- Oh, is this is your nephew? He's in trouble? - Yes.

Oy, oy, oy. He is sick, he's hurt, he needs your help?

Well guess what, I don't care.

Medor, you are fired.

No, Mr Appleby, please. I need the job.

What I will say to my wife?

Tell her you're not going to make it home for lunch today.

Thank you Mr Appleby, thank you.

I'm leaving.

Are you kidding, the boss said...

You cover for me, please man.

I have a wife to please.

Edmund, I'm sorry I'm late, I have to work.

I'm really sorry, man.

About fucking time you got here, shit I've been waiting for you for ages.

I'm sorry, you okay? Listen, give me two minutes.

I have to say hello to Gwen and I'm coming back okay?

Medor?

Leave.

Whoa, er.

What?

Want a ride?

What kind of doctor are you?

Come on, I'm trying to help you man.

You hurt me.

Oh shut up, Jesus, you're such a pussy.

Why she did it, I know why she did this to me, I know.

Why?

Because she's a bitch.

She's a, she's a...

You know, Edmund I don't know why she did this to me.

Maybe... you did it to you.

- That's deep, Mr. Freud. - Oh don't make fun...

Big dummy, you don't know what you're talking about.

So please, shut the fuck up, moron.

We fought.

On what?

- A panda. - A what?

It's a... I mean, it's like this stuffed panda head

thing that I made when I was a kid.

It means a lot to me, and she got all fucking angry

at me about it, you know.

I get confused, why you call me this morning?

You know, I haven't talked to you

since like fucking Christmas.

I don't know, I was just, we needed to talk

and I felt like maybe I should talk to you,

and you know, I'm fine, I'm okay, I'm fucking great.

- I'm just what, no it's... - Are you okay?

- I'm, I'm fine, I'm okay. I'm just... - Pull over, pull over.

- Fine. I'm... - Stop here, stop here.

Tell me.

It doesn't matter anymore anyway,

it's, it's really nothing.

Did you, did you talk to your parents, call them?

Yeah, but, but what the fuck am I going to say to them?

Oh, my girlfriend, so sad.

What kind of a fucking problem is that compared to Jade

you know, I mean, I feel stupid just fucking talking about it.

How can I feel like this when that's going on you know?

That's why I thought you know, I could talk to you.

What harm would that do?

What harm?

I fucking fucked your shit up too.

Everything I seem to touch is turning to shit,

and, uh... I'm... I'm...

useless.

I'm a fucking loser apparently.

It's okay.

No it's not okay, but we make it okay, okay?

- Okay? - Okay.

Don't be a pussy, don't be a pussy, do it, yes!

Ah, ow, fuck, you just...

What the fuck is your shoe made out of, knives man?

Ah, what you talking about, I barely touched you.

Why you have broken glass in your pocket?

Come over here, come over.

Come here, come here, come here.

So, I was at your house, 'cause you took

for fucking ever to get there, and I started

to look at my reflection right, but I mean

really looking at it, you know,

like really look at it.

I started to think about how things could have been different.

Different how?

Who I could have been, how things could have been.

Maybe if I had the guts to change them.

But, I don't even, this is...

I picked up, I don't even know why I did this,

this is dumb, oh yeah.

This is not stupid, let me look, let me look come on.

Let me, let me look.

But what does it matter?

'Cause I'm here now.

But you're, you're not even going to let yourself

dream a little?

Let's drink instead.

Man, you fucked that guy up today.

Yeah.

I mean it was like, it was like pow.

That must have hurt.

Normally punch hurt.

I wouldn't know, I've never been punched before.

Never?

Never.

Punch me.

What?

I'm sorry, you hurt?

I wasn't ready.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Why did you do that to me?

You asked me.

Edmund, you know how to make a difference

between an old man and a young man?

Look the young man he

How did you do that?

And the old man, the old man.

Oh shit, I peed on my... Shit.

I'm getting a drink, you want something?

No, no later.

So anyways, the bartender goes, goes to his manager

and he says, "Hey boss, there's a horse,

and he's asked me for a beer, what do I do?"

Which one you going to have them, the red one.

Only a man with love in his heart can make food this good.

So he goes to the horse and he says, "Hey horse,

why the, it's going to be $16."

- Edmund? - What?

- Sit down. - Why?

Sit down, I need you to clear the kitchen, come on.

What are you doing?

I will make you feel better.

Oh, it's smelling so bad.

You know what, I'm impressed, how do you survive, with all this shit.

I can do something with an onion.

French wine.

Put your hands... Don't burn it, don't burn it.

If you don't cry, the onion is no good.

Bon appetite.

Holy shit!

Medor, that's amazing.

I wish I was the man I wanted to be.

I always dreamed to be a chef, I wanted to be a chef.

Yeah man, a chef.

Well that's, that's great, that's fucking awesome.

You should do it.

I'm too old.