[Teenage son David enters the kitchen. He finds his mother crying softly.]
DAVID: I thought you went out of town.
MOTHER [Wipes eyes quickly]: Came back.
DAVID: What’s wrong?
MOTHER: I don’t know. Everything’s so fucked up. I got halfway down there and thought, “What am I doing?” He’s nine years younger than I am. Doesn’t make me feel younger. Makes me feel older…When your father was here, I used to think, this was it. This was the way it was always going to be. I had the right house, I had the right car…I had the right life –
DAVID: There is no right house, there is no right car.
MOTHER: God, my face must be a mess.
DAVID: It looks great.
MOTHER: Honey, that’s really sweet of you, but I’m sure it does not look great.
DAVID: Sure, it does…
[Reaches for a tissue]
[He dabs at the tears on his mother’s cheeks]
MOTHER: I’m 40 years old! I mean, it’s not supposed to be like this!
DAVID: It’s not supposed to be anything. Hold still…
[He continues to wipe away tears]
MOTHER: How’d you get so smart all of a sudden?
DAVID: I had a good day.
From Gary Ross’ script Pleasantville (1998)
Photo: Publicity photo for The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet (1952-66)