Thirtysomething (TV Series)

Michael Writes a Story (1989)

Patricia Wettig: Nancy Krieger Weston

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• Michael Steadman : [narrating]  People drifted through his field of vision like lost, soulless leaves. The sounds of their shoes on the checkerboard tiles was like the dragging of monks' sandals. He singled her out mid motion. No, no, no, no... the coffee shop was empty except for her. She wore her ennui the way lesser women wore diamonds. Her dress was the iridescent black of raven's wings. No, no, no it wasn't! Her dress reminded him of rich, summer burgundy, port, sangria... Jeez! Her frock was the color of polished emeralds. As opposed to what? Unpolished emeralds? He approached the woman in the blue dress. Their eyes met. And they folded themselves into the waiting leather of the booth. The rain in the window streaked a pattern along her face... no, no, no, no, no... the sun through the window bleached... no, no, no, no... neon blinked beyond the window at her side.

  Michael Steadman : [as Harrison]  Nice dress.

  Michael Steadman : He said.

  Nancy Krieger Weston : [as Woman In The Blue Dress]  I'm in mourning.

  Michael Steadman : She replied.

  Michael Steadman : [as Harrison]  For what?

  Nancy Krieger Weston : For life?

  Michael Steadman : [narrating]  Sorrow went about her like a wet chamois.

  Nancy Krieger Weston : What's the point?

  Michael Steadman : She asked the air.

  Nancy Krieger Weston : We move through life, trapped by time and events, our empty days piling up like discarded socks in God's hamper.

  Michael Steadman : She was depressed.

• Nancy Krieger Weston : She was never able to figure out why he had chosen that particular moment to leave. Did he make up his mind during the drive home? Or did he decide to leave in the split second before he told her. He packed a few things in a small gray bag and left. Was she supposed to stop him? Was she supposed to want to stop him? He left, and later she couldn't remember if they'd said 'good-bye' or kissed or shook hands. The only thing she could remember was how dark the house seemed after he'd left. She remembered going from room to room, turning on all the lights.

• Nancy Krieger Weston : [as Woman In The Blue Dress]  We move through life, trapped by time and events, our empty days piling up like discarded socks in God's hamper.

  Michael Steadman : [as Harrison]  She was depressed.

  Nancy Krieger Weston : We struggle, but what does it get us?

  Michael Steadman : Perhaps nothing. Perhaps love.

  Michael Steadman : [narrating]  She looked at him and smiled.

  Nancy Krieger Weston : You're a funny sort of a guy, aren't ya?

  Michael Steadman : [narrating]  It was a sad smile just the same.

  Nancy Krieger Weston : But I'm afraid, we met a lifetime too late.

  Michael Steadman : [narrating]  The door of the coffee shop opened with the sound of a sad bell. He took his eyes off the woman and watched a man walk in.

  Nancy Krieger Weston : [standing and pulling out a gun]  Clive.

  Elliot Weston : [as Clive]  Rebecca! I can explain everything! I mean, really, I can!

  Nancy Krieger Weston : That's the problem, isn't it?

  Nancy Krieger Weston : [shooting Clive twelve times with a revolver and collapsing into Harrison's arms with a heavy sigh]  We met...

  Michael Steadman : She whispered.

  Nancy Krieger Weston : ...at a carnival.

  Ivy Dunbar : [after a stunned, embarrassed silence engulfs the classroom]  'Socks in Gods hamper'?

  Michael Steadman : It was a metaphor.

  Ivy Dunbar : That would be one way to describe it, yes.

• Nancy Krieger Weston : All set.

  Matt Enwright : You know, I've been meaning to ask you something. Will Elliot be getting any credit on this book?

  Nancy Krieger Weston : No. Why should he?

  Matt Enwright : Well, Ethan said his dad is the one who told him the story about the prince.

  Nancy Krieger Weston : Well, yeah, but...

  Matt Enwright : Well, if it was Elliot's story...

  Nancy Krieger Weston : I mean, it's Elliot's story, but it's my book.

  Matt Enwright : [realizing]  Oh... Oh.