Henning Kate - The Ladies Foursome

MARGOT is obviously hungover. She carries an unopened can of beer. TATE is a little perkier. She wears a pretty golf outfit. TATE starts doing stretches. MARGOT looks at her for a m oment.

MARGOT: Shit. TATE: Whats wrong? MARGOT: What is that youre doing there? What is that? TATE: Im stretching. Youre supposed to get loose before you play. You should do it too. MARGOT: Way ahead of you. MARGOT opens the can of beer.

TATE: Margot, its eight thirty in the morning. MARGOT: Time. What is time? Time is just a way of letting us know what time it is. TATE: Fine. Im not your keeper. Do what you want.

MARGOT: I thank you for your blessing. Do you want one? TATE: No, thanks. Ive got my smoothie. MARGOT: Well, I need something a little stronger. A little eye-opener. TATE: What happened to Connie? I thought she was right behind us.

MARGOT: She stopped to talk to the cart kid. TATE: The cart kid? The kid who brings the carts around? MARGOT: Right. The cart kid. TATE: Why is she talking to him? Were not getting carts. MARGOT: I dont think shes talking to him about carts. TATE: Oh, no.

Really? Is there anybody she wont flirt with? MARGOT: Oh, Tate, let her go. It makes her feel good. Makes her feel desirable. TATE: Well, I think its embarrassing. A woman her age. MARGOT: Shes my age.

TATE: Exactly. And where the heck is Dory? Our tee time is eight forty. I dont like people who are late. Its like they think their time is more valuable than mine. MARGOT: Shes not late. Shes got nine minutes yet.

And why are you being so judgmental this morning? TATE: What do you mean, judgmental? MARGOT: My drinking, Connies flirting, Dorys almost-lateness. TATE: I dont know. I guess the funeral yesterday has me re-evaluating things. MARGOT: What things? TATE: My life. Our lives. MARGOT: Youve got a great life.

TATE: All right, your lives. I mean, didnt Catherines death make you think? MARGOT: Sure it did. TATE: And what did it make you think about? Did it make you think about not taking life for granted? About living each day to its fullest? MARGOT: Catherine was struck by lightning while sitting at the top of a Ferris wheel. It made me think I should stay the hell away from carnivals. TATE: Well, it made me think about a lot more than that. It made me think that I havent made enough of this life Ive been given.

That Ive frittered it away. MARGOT: Frittered? TATE: Frittered. MARGOT: Like in a doughnut? That kind of frittered? TATE: You know what I mean. Ive squandered my life. Its been a life misspent. MARGOT: Oh, what are you talking about? Youve made a wonderful life for yourself.

Youve got a good man. Two beautiful children. TATE: Ive got three children. MARGOT: I said beautiful. Im kidding! Im trying to lighten the mood here. TATE: Thats not funny.

MARGOT: Im sorry. TATE: That is not in the least bit funny, Margot. MARGOT: Im sorry. Tate, youre too young to have frittered away your life yet. You dont look back on a frittered-away life until youre in your sixties. TATE: Which one is it? MARGOT: Which one is what? TATE: The child that isnt beautiful.

Its Nigel, isnt it? Is it Nigel? MARGOT: Its not Nigel. TATE: We tried to have that lazy eye corrected. My God, he wore an eye patch until he was two. It was like breastfeeding Rooster Cogburn. MARGOT: Tate, I was joking. Nigel is beautiful.