Sunshine Cleaning fic - (2 Parts)

[zakandsara]

Rose is played by Amy Adams and Norah is played by Emily Blunt. The movie is really amazing, check it out if you have the chance. But, for now, just enjoy!

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(Rose and Norah are in the car on the way to a cleanup.)

Norah: Where the hell are we going, we've been driving for like two hours.

Rose: It's fine, Norah. We're almost there. And remember, you promised me that you would help out more this time. Just...please try to cooperate. And don't-

Norah: Jesus, Rose, okay! Can we stop with the lecture please? Christ.

(They pull up, the car stops.)

Rose: Okay. Ready?

Norah: As ready as I'll ever fucking be...

(A short while later, in the house. It's very dirty and quite run-down. Norah is throwing things into large trash bags while Rose does general tidying/house cleaning.)

Norah: I wonder how long it takes to get this much shit, ya know? I mean, this is a LOT of shit.

Rose: Yeah, I know. It's a shame there's no family to take any of it. Do you think...you think this could ever be us?

Norah: No way. If I ever get like this, just put me in a fucking home.

Rose: Hehhhn...'tchoooo.

Norah: Where do you think her family is? Wouldn't you want to know where your family-

Rose: Hietchh'shoo, sorry. Of course I would. But maybe there's something we don't know about her. Like some extraneous circumstance that we'd never learn- even after going through her house. .....Huhh'tschooo.

Norah: You mean like with you and Mac. Like, if fourty years down the line, Mac dies and his whole family have their own separate deals going. Would you wanna know about him?

Rose: Well...is his wife still around?

Norah: No, she's gone, too. Kids- moved to Hawaii or some shit.

Rose (thinking): No. Because there's nothing for me to do at that point.

Norah: (Pause.) You're lying.

Rose: I am not lying, Norah! What would be the purpose of me being told of his death? He's already -...'tschhhhooo!- dead.

Norah: Whatever- I can tell when people are lying...

Rose: Maybe because you do it so often.

Norah: Oh, fuck you!

Rose: HAH-tcshoooo, shit!

Norah: God! What the hell is with that, Rose?

Rose: Oh, that's nice, Norah. How about 'Bless you, Rose. Do you want me to dust for a while so you can take my place and just sit around grilling your sister about her personal life?'

Norah: So I can be the one sneezing my brains out? No thank you.

Rose: You're s-so- HAaah'tschhhiew- damn inconsiderate. No wonder you got fired.

Norah: Oh, fuck off already! It's no wonder YOU'RE here, instead of married to Mac in a perfect little house in the fucking suburbs.

(There is a long silence.)

Norah: I'm...I'm sorry. That's not my place, I-

Rose: No. You're right. Can you hand me the dustpan?

Norah: Actually, that was a good idea. Why don't you do this. I'll dust.

Rose: No, I'm fine, I just need the pan. Please.

Norah: Fine. Don't say I didn't offer...

Rose: Thank you. (They work for a few minutes.) Hey, open that trash bag, let me dump this in.

Norah: Yeah, here.

(She opens the bag. Rose walks toward her with a full pan full of dirt. She trips over the coffe table, spilling the dustpan all back onto the floor.)

Rose: Fuck! Fuck. Norah!

Norah: Rose, that wasn't my fault! You can't just blame-

Rose: Shit-hah'TSCHOOO. Huhtchoo -'chooo! Hahhh-HAH'TCHiiiiew! Ughhh'tschoo- 'chiiew.

Norah: Jesus! Are you okay?

Rose: Yeah, I'm fine. 'Tshooo. Ahh-haahhh, come ohh-on!- Ahtchoo'choooo! Damn it!

Norah: Stop sneezing!

Rose: I'm trying! (They sit a few seconds, waiting.) Okay, I think I'm good.

Norah: Thank God, I was almost tired of hearing you.

Rose: And still not even one bless you?

Norah: What? You knew I was here, you knew I heard you? What's the point.

Rose: The point is, Norah, that it's polite. I say it to you all the time.

Norah: Yeah, but I never ask.

Rose: I would just like for you to be a little bit nice to me. I am paying you, for God's sake.

Norah: Jesus, I'll say it if it's that big of a deal, I just didn't think anybody really even cared that much.

Rose: Just....be prepar-par'AHTCHIEWW!

Norah: (Sarcastically) God bless you, Rose!!

Rose: Oh, thank you, Norah. Too kind.

[Miss.A.Tishoo]

I really enjoyed this! Will there be more?

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[zakandsara]

Not really sure if anyone's reading/enjoying this, but I like writing it.

Oh, also! Joe, the girls' father, is played by Alan Arkin and Oscar, Rose's son, is played by Jason Spevack.

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Norah: You're an ass, you know that?

Rose: (laughing) Relax! I'm just teasing. Hey, what are you doing tomorrow night?

Norah: I don't know. Nothing, I guess.

Rose: Oscar wants to go out for dinner and he wants you and dad to come.

Norah: Why?

Rose: I don't know, Norah! Because he's 8. And because he hasn't seen you in a couple of weeks. Will you come?

Norah: Okay, why not. Will you pick me up?

Rose: Yeah. Be ready at 6. And I mean ready this time, Norah.

Norah: Okay, god!

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(Later, at the restaurant. Norah, Rose, Oscar, and Joe are sitting at a booth, looking at menus. Oscar is looking through his binoculars.)

Joe: So, Oscar. Why'd you wanna eat with us all tonight?

Oscar: I dunno. I just thought it'd be fun.

Rose: Heh'tchhhiew. Scuse me.

Oscar: Bless you, mom.

Norah: Shit, Rose, you're still sneezing?

Rose: (To Norah) No! Well, yes, but I'm...kind of sick now. (To Oscar) And thank you.

Joe: You're sick? What're you doing out here, go home, go to bed.

Rose: I'm not dying, Dad, it's just a cold.

Norah: (Giggling) You should've heard her going at it the other day!

Rose: It wasn't funny, Nor-Etchhh'khhooo! Hah-hahh'tschhhiii. Ughh.

Joe: God bless ya.

Rose: Thanks, dad. Oscar? What do you want to eat, our waitor will be back soon.

Norah: I hope so

Rose: You noticed, too?

(The very good-looking waitor approaches. Norah and Rose exchange giggles.)

Waitor: Has everyone had enough time?

Joe: Yeah, I'll have the tuna. Oscar, you want the same?

Oscar: Uh-huh.

Joe: Make it two.

Waitor: And what would you like?

Norah: Can I just have a hamburger, hold the -

Rose: Ahhht'nngxxsssh-hah'CHOO!

Waitor: Gesundheit!!

Rose: (Nervously) Oh I.... thank you, excuse me.

(She stares at him smiling for a few seconds.)

Waitor: (smiles) Would you like to order?

Rose: (Blushing) Oh!! Yes. Okay, can I just have a house salad?

Waitor: Of course, I'll be back with your orders in a few, guys.

(As he leaves, Rose is shaking her head in her hands, Norah is laughing at her.)

Rose: Oh my god. How embarrassing was that? He was so cute...

Norah: (Still laughing hysterically) Yeah, that was pretty bad.

Rose: Shut up! At least he talked to me.

Norah: Yeah, to say 'gesundheit'. What is he, a nazi?

Rose: Lots of people say it, Norah!

Norah: No one normal, Rose.

Rose: I say it.

Norah: You do not!!

Rose: (Looking/smiling after him) I will now.

Joe: Oh, please. What do you see in him? He's a waiter, for Christ's sake. He has no talents but balancing trays and making small talk.

Rose: Shhh! He's coming.

Waitor: Alright, guys. There you are, hope you enjoy.

Norah: Huh-TCHOO.

Rose: Bless you.

Waitor: Gesundheit! Wow, you're a sneezy bunch.

(Rose giggles. Norah rolls her eyes.)

Norah: ...Thanks.

(He leaves.)

Rose: Way to go.

Norah: Excuse me?

Joe: We're gonna go to the bathroom. (He takes Oscar and they quickly and intentionally avoid the girl talk.)

Rose: You totally just did that on purpose! You wanted him to talk to you, you 'Nazi'-lover.

Norah: (Laughing) You're delusional.

Rose: Maybe. But I would be for him.

Norah: HAAH-tschoooo.

Rose: Jesus! Bless you, (jokingly) you sound like me.

Norah: If you got me sick, I will be so pissed at you.

Rose: A 'thank you' would have been alright, too.

Norah: Yeah, thanks a lot.

Rose: Sorry! I'm sure you're fine anyway, don't freak out yet.

Oh! I need you to babysit tonight. (Norah groans loudly.) Please! I'll pay you extra...?

Norah: Fine. I'll be over at 10. That's what time your..."Class" starts, right?

(She gets a little uncomfortable.)

Rose: Yeah. 10 o'clock. (Back to herself) And be on time.