I'm gonna miss you next week.
You don't miss your parents?
No.
Well, maybe they miss you.
I find that quite implausible.
Implausible, huh?
You know, let's switch.
I barely even saw
my mom during Neptune -
like, all six years of it.
How come?
I don't know.
I guess it just sort of happened.
I started crashing at Mark's -
he was my manager -
to avoid the commute,
and I guess that became
a permanent arrangement.
I think her coming here
for Thanksgiving is such bullshit.
She's like trying
to make up for lost time.
Wasn't she on set with you?
No.
Did that bother you?
No...
I had Mark there;
I didn't need anybody else.
I would.