Frankie Cullen: Max

Housewives from Another World

Max

Karen: Rita, what are you doing in bed with my husband?
Rita: He said he was sad. That you'd been killed in a freak skateboarding accident. It was the least I could do.
Karen: Get out.
Max: [starting to climb out of bed] You got it.
Karen: Not you. Her.

Max: [wakes up from his peaceful sleep and sees Karen wrapped up in a towel] Did you take a shower?
Karen: Yes. It helped me think. I've come to a decision.
Max: You don't want to get a divorce, do you?
Karen: Not at all. I was thinking: I should've been there for you. If I wasn't on the road working all the time, I could've been here to help relieve your stress better.
Max: What?
Karen: It's my fault. I've been a very bad, bad wife. But I can fix that.
Max: Okay, wait. I'm not understanding this at all.
Karen: You are the one who's designing the Orion deep space satellite, yes?
Max: Well, yeah, but you already know that.
Karen: You have a brilliant mind. I should be doing whatever I can to help you achieve your goals. You need to complete the satellite without delay.
Max: I'm glad you're feeling better, but... I mean, I'm still really sorry about what happened.
Karen: Shh. Let's not discuss that. It's finished. Done. Just let me do what a wife does for her hard-working husband.
Max: You don't mean...
[Karen unwraps her towel and reveals her body to Max]
Max: Oh, yeah. You do mean.
Karen: Mm-hmm.
[kisses Max on the lips and begins seducing him]

Max: I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
Karen: Oh, sorry? Sorry I came home early is the only thing you're sorry about.
Max: Look, I'm under a tremendous amount of pressure at work. You know that. The satellite project is gonna cost someone their job, and... I don't know. I just had a lot of built-up pressure I need to relieve before I exploded.
Karen: So you explode on Rita.
Max: She was just... there. She doesn't mean anything. It's you that I love.
Karen: [taking another drink from her bottle] Don't make me vomit.
Max: I said I was sorry.
Karen: Okay. And that's supposed to make it all right? Well, you know what? It doesn't. Not hardly.
Max: Well, what do you want me to do?
Karen: Leave me alone for a while, and then you can take your sorry ass onto the couch. Think you can do that?
Max: Got it.

[Karen's cellphone rings. Karen picks it up and places it in her ear]
Karen: Max.
Max: [holding his own cellphone in his ear] How did you know it was me?
Karen: Call it woman's intuition.
Max: Yeah. Well, I just wanted to check in with you and... just let you know how much I loved you.
Karen: Is everything okay at work?
Max: Sure. Everyone's getting their asses handed to them. Everyone but me.
Karen: Hm. That's because you're the best at what you do.
Max: Hey, I was thinking... um, maybe we should invite Tom and Carla over tonight for cocktails. They're both taking a real beating here and... I don't know, I feel kind of guilty.
Karen: That's a great idea, darling.
[holding a glowing meteorite fragment necklace in her hand]
Karen: There's something I've been meaning to give to Carla, anyways, and that would be the perfect opportunity.
Max: Great. You're a doll. So I'll ask 'em.
Karen: Max.
Max: Yeah?
Karen: Hurry home.
Max: Kisses.
Karen: Kisses.
[turns off her cellphone while Max turns off his own]