The Money Pit Script - Dialogue Transcript

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The Money Pit Script


 

                   

Walter.



 

                   

I do.



 

                   

Florinda.



 

                   

I do.



 

                   

You've made me

very happy, my dear.



 

                   

I am happy too.



 

                   

I wish only that your son

would have come to our wedding.



 

                   

- My son has problems.

- How can he have problems

with a father like you?



 

                   

He has problems

because he has a father like me.



  

                   

 Dear Walter, wedding snap

of me and your new mom.



  

                   

We won't be coming to New York

for the  .  million reasons

you are aware of. Love, Dad.



  

                   

P.S. Give my best to the Cheap Giris.

They were my favourite.



  

                   

Very pretty, your new mom.



  

                   

We used to be a respectable

law firm. Now look at him.



  

                   

- Looks happy to me.

- He steals the money, I get the bills.



  

                   

Dad, why did you

do this to me?



  

                   

- Well, I can see why.

- Good night, Walter.



  

                   

  I feel your every breath  



  

                   

  I hear the words you say  



  

                   

  And I keep turning back  



  

                   

  To hear the music play  



  

                   

  Play  



  

                   

  I'll make no promises  



  

                   

  False promises

can break you  



  

                   

  How can you call me home  



  

                   

  Wanting me like yesterday  



  

                   

  Where do we build a house  



  

                   

  How do the roses grow  



  

                   

  Are you and I in love  



  

                   

  How do we really know  



  

                   

  If love is on our side  



  

                   

  You'll know

when I'm in trouble  



  

                   

  That's when

my heart decides  



  

                   

  To go

wherever you will go  



  

                   

  The heart is so willing  



  

                   

  To follow  



  

                   

  The heart shows the way  



  

                   

  Out of the night  



  

                   

  The heart roams  



  

                   

  In search of tomorrow  



  

                   

  When your love takes  



  

                   

  The hand that guides

the light  



  

                   

  Light   



  

                   

-  "New mom. '"

How old is that girl?

-  Good morning, Walter.



  

                   

Don't they have any laws in Brazil?

Don't they have any police?



  

                   

Don't be so conventional.



  

                   

I'm a conventional kind of guy.



  

                   

That's all I ever wanted to be,

just conventional.



  

                   

A little house in the suburbs,

a white picket fence...



  

                   

maybe a dog,

 .  kids...



  

                   

and just to round it out...

a wife.



  

                   

Will you marry me?



  

                   

Walter...



  

                   

my darling...



  

                   

I love you very much.



  

                   

But why do we need a piece of paper

from the state of New York?



  

                   

One bad experience, that's all.

You just had one bad experience.



  

                   

Just give me

a little more time.



  

                   

Okay.



  

                   

But I can't live

this life of shame much longer.



  

                   

You're gonna have to make

an honest man of me.



  

                   

I like the kissing part.



  

                   

- Did you hear that?

- What?



  

                   

Somebody just came in

our front door.



  

                   

Be careful, Walter.



  

                   

Oh, my God! You're still here?



  

                   

Boat has docked.

He's here, you're out.



  

                   

Who the hell

are you?



  

                   

Maestro is back!



  

                   

I thought he wasn't coming back

until next week.



  

                   

You know Maestro.

He surprise you.



  

                   

What are you talking about?

Who is this guy?



  

                   

- I thought I had a year.

- You did, but year has come and gone.



  

                   

What you do?

You stayed in bed all the time?



  

                   

Didn't look for apartment?



  

                   

I... did.

There are no apartments.



  

                   

Yeah, right.



  

                   

Who are we talking about?

Who is this guy? Who are you?



  

                   

I'm talking to him,

he won't answer me.



  

                   

- When is he coming here?

-  Oh, maybe

a minute, maybe an hour.



  

                   

But he will come.



  

                   

It's him you're talking about,

isn't it? The lunatic is back.



  

                   

Yes!



  

                   

I thought he was in Europe.



  

                   

 He was,

and now he's back, and you're out!



  

                   

Oh. All right.

I'm sorry.



  

                   

Look, guys,

why don't I talk to him.



  

                   

Maybe we can

live here all together.



  

                   

Wait. Wait.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.



  

                   

You're not lookin' at

a charity case here.



  

                   

If this is his apartment,

we'll get out. It's no problem.



  

                   

Could you just give us

a few minutes alone?



  

                   

Sure, I understand.

Have a nice day.



  

                   

What are we gonna do?



  

                   

This is New York City. It takes months

to find a place, even if you're rich.



  

                   

And we're broke!

We're doomed, homeless, penniless.



  

                   

- Doomed.

- I'm sorry, Walter.



  

                   

No, no, no. It's not your fault.

We both knew he was coming back.



  

                   

It's just that we've

been so happy lately.



   

                   

Jack can help us.



   

                   

Isn't Jack in jail?



   

                   

No. No, he got off

with a small fine.



   

                   

- Jack's a perfectly legitimate

real estate agent.



   

                   

Well, as long

as we're together.



   

                   

- Nothing bad can happen.

- Mmm.



   

                   

-  Good morning, Realty Office.

- Oh, here's a beautiful place.



   

                   

It's only an eight-hour commute

to New York City.



   

                   

You don't get in more

than once a week, do you?



   

                   

 I'll even go to SoHo.

I looked at a loft there a few years ago.



   

                   

It was $    a month.

It's probably gone up, but...



   

                   

SoHo,     a month. Let's see,

Eisenhower was president, right?



   

                   

I'm worried, Jack. I'm very worried.



   

                   

Listen, Walter,

I gotta take a call.



   

                   

Meet me at

the jogging track at  :  .



   

                   

You won't recognize me.

I'm so thin!



   

                   

Where have you been?

You're almost late.



   

                   

Martha, in this country

we have an expressión for almost late.



   

                   

It's called "on time."



   

                   

- You don't seem nervous.

- I'm not.



   

                   

She's not nervous. I'm nervous.



   

                   

You're hysterical.



   

                   

How is Walter

taking it?



   

                   

Taking what?

There's nothing to take.



   

                   

Here he comes!



   

                   

Thank you, thank you,

thank you, thank you, thank you.



   

                   

It's a great pleasure

to be back with you again.



   

                   

I'm sure you feel the same.



   

                   

When I left, you were

the finest orchestra in the worid.



   

                   

God knows what a season under

the heavy hand of my esteemed

colleague has wrought.



   

                   

Let us assess the damage...



   

                   

with the Haydn,

from the beginning.



   

                   

  Bring me higher

and higher  



   

                   

  Give me lovin'  



   

                   

  P-Please me tonight   



   

                   

- Jimmy!

- Watch it. Watch it.



   

                   

Jimmy!



   

                   

Big guy! Big "W."

What's shakin'?



   

                   

I've got some papers.

The band has to sign these.



   

                   

- What is it?

- Well, it's the Roy Rogers

restaurants we bought into...



   

                   

and I sold off

the Tucson property.



   

                   

This is their share,

and this is mine.



   

                   

Now, I figure that cancels out

half my father's debt...



   

                   

but check your records,

make sure we agree.



   

                   

- Walter, what are you

payin' them back for?

- Huh?



   

                   

They're used to people

stealin' from 'em.



   

                   

This is only gonna confuse 'em.

They've got too much money now as it is.



   

                   

You're their manager.

Why are you telling me this?



   

                   

Because I like you better

than I like them.



   

                   

But they're your sister

and your brothers.



   

                   

The unión forces me to allow you to go to

lunch in spite of the way you've played.



   

                   

Those of you with consciences

will not be able to eat.



   

                   

And those of you whose consciences

match your talents...



   

                   

go stuff yourselves.



   

                   

I hope you choke.



   

                   

Jog with me, Wally.



   

                   

I don't wanna break

my rhythm.



   

                   

- How long have you

been doing this, Jack?

- Oh, six months. It's great.



   

                   

Next month I'm gonna run in a  -K.

Would you believe it?



   

                   

Before I started this,

I couldn't fit into these clothes.



   

                   

I feel better. I look better.

I sweat better.



   

                   

So you called my office.



   

                   

- Do you have some good news for me?

- Good news?



   

                   

When you hear what I got for you,

just remember this is a conservative club.



   

                   

Don't rip off my shoes

and kiss my feet.



   

                   

You don't have to worry about that.



   

                   

You asked for an apartment?

Something nice, yet affordable?



   

                   

Uh, Jack, could you sweat

the other way, please?



   

                   

- Wally, will you listen to me?

- Not if you keep calling me Wally.



   

                   

- Oh.

- What is that?



   

                   

Oh, it's nothing.

It's a pulse alarm.



   

                   

- Well, maybe we should stop.

- No, no, no.

These things are unreliable.



   

                   

Walter, can you get your hands on

$       by close of business Friday?



   

                   

Well, let me see.



   

                   

If I sell everything I own,

maybe I can buy you lunch.



   

                   

Jack?



   

                   

Jack? Jack, are you all right?



   

                   

- I'm fine, really.

- Take it easy, Mr Schnittman.



   

                   

- Has this ever happened before?

- Yeah.



   

                   

Seven times

in the past five months.



   

                   

- I thought jogging was getting you

in better shape.

- It is.



   

                   

Yeah. Thanks to the jogging,

now I can lift him into the ambulance.



   

                   

Walter, this is

a million-dollar house, literally.



   

                   

I just want an apartment. My girlfriend's

ex-husband returned from Europe today.



   

                   

That's nice.



   

                   

No, we have to get out of his place now.

It's an uncomfortable situation.



   

                   

Why would somebody sell

a million-dollar house for       ?



   

                   

Who knows?

A divorce, loan sharks...



   

                   

drugs, sudden death.



   

                   

The point is: You get to capitalize

on a fellow human being's misfortune.



   

                   

That's the basis of real estate.

Have we got a deal?



   

                   

 You are

more beautiful than ever.



   

                   

Thank you. So are you.



   

                   

Why did we ever

get divorced?



   

                   

- So we could look better,

for one reason.

- Hmm.



   

                   

- Can I speak frankly?

- Anything's possible.



   

                   

Anna, I have learned

that my life is meaningless without you.



   

                   

I know we made

a mess of things before...



   

                   

but I wanna put the past behind us

and begin again fresh...



   

                   

and at the same time

older and wiser.



   

                   

- Can we do that?

- No.



   

                   

- What do you mean "no"? Why not?

- I love Walter.



   

                   

- "Walter"? What Walter?

- Oh, Max, you know exactly what Walter.



   

                   

- Don't be ridiculous.

He's not even a musician.

- Many people aren't.



   

                   

Anna, please,

I have finally discovered...



   

                   

there is only one person

in the worid who matters to me.



   

                   

And that's you.

I've known that for a long time.



   

                   

No. You love me,

and I love you.



   

                   

You love you.

I love Walter.



   

                   

- Will you stop saying that?

- Max, it's over for us. Over.



   

                   

All right.

Then just go to bed with me.



   

                   

A few of the Maestro's things.

He moves back in today, you know.



   

                   

Yeah, I know. Party's over for you guys.

You'll have to go home.



   

                   

Some girl called.

Said she'd taken a lot of pills...



   

                   

and was gonna kill herself

if you didn't call her.



   

                   

 No, no. I get those calls

two or three times a week.



   

                   

She really sounds bad.



   

                   

I think she sounds awful,

but she sold six million records last year.



   

                   

- Walter!

- Hey, how are ya?



   

                   

I gotta get some food

right now!



   

                   

Okay, we promised never to come to your

place again, but this is a major crisis.



   

                   

It's not my place

any more.



   

                   

When your father took all our money,

you were so nice to us.



   

                   

You washed my hair.

I didn't forget that.



   

                   

We trust you.

We need your advice.



   

                   

I am sure I did not

wash your hair.



   

                   

Look, I gotta get up early

tomorrow and go see Benny.



   

                   

- You see Benny?

-  He sees Benny?



   

                   

- What's your problem?

- We want to change the name of the band.



   

                   

You can't do that!

You've spent years and a fortune...



   

                   

to make your name

a household word.



   

                   

Your name is perfect.

"Cheap Giris." I love it.



   

                   

- I'm not sure it's us.

- It is.



   

                   

We wanna call ourselves "Meryl Streep."



   

                   

No, no. You cannot call yourselves

"Meryl Streep."



   

                   

- Maybe she'll be flattered.

- No, in fact, considering your act...



   

                   

I think I can guarantee

a giant lawsuit.



   

                   

Don't take off your coat.

Forget it.



   

                   

You are not calling yourselves

"Meryl Streep."



   

                   

- Come on, we're gonna go see a house.

- A house? Where?



   

                   

An hour away

from everyone.



   

                   

How about "Debbie Reynolds'"?



   

                   

Thanks very much.

Keep the change.



   

                   

- This can't be it.

- It's the address.



   

                   

It's beautiful.



   

                   

I know.

Somethin' must be wrong.



   

                   

Well, let's go see.



   

                   

- Hi! Come on in.

-  Thank you.



   

                   

Mmm.



   

                   

Excuse the way

the place looks.



   

                   

I really let it go to hell

since Carlos left.



   

                   

But the house

is beautiful.



   

                   

Carlos and I

were very happy here.



   

                   

It's all over now.

The living room's in here.



   

                   

- This is great.

- Fabulous.



   

                   

Listen, if you want

any of the furniture, it's all for sale.



   

                   

Well, I think that we'd like

to decorate it ourselves.



   

                   

I'd sell it cheap.

I need all the money I can get.



   

                   

Goddam bloodsucking lawyers

are bleeding me dry.



   

                   

The floor just needs a little polish.

The bedroom's up here.



   

                   

I'm trying to save a few bucks on the

lights... for the bloodsucking lawyers.



   

                   

I think it's lovely.



   

                   

There's a tricky step.

I keep meaning to fix it.



   

                   

What a beautiful bed.



   

                   

- Could I use your bathroom?

- Would you use the one downstairs?



   

                   

All my personal things

are still in this one.



   

                   

Oh. Sure.



   

                   

Happiest moments of my life

since we left Paraguay...



   

                   

have been spent

right here in this room.



   

                   

You lived in Paraguay?



   

                   

Ten wonderful years.



   

                   

Carlos is from Asunción.



   

                   

Or at least he...



   

                   

I'm awfully sorry.



   

                   

About what?



   

                   

I don't know actually.



   

                   

Do you wanna

buy the bed?



   

                   

l- I think so.



   

                   

You know, you think

you know somebody...



   

                   

after    years...



   

                   

and then one day...



   

                   

Israeli Intelligence

comes to the door.



   

                   

Israeli Intelligence?



   

                   

Last Tuesday.

That's why I've gotta sell the house.



   

                   

It turns out,

Carlos was Hitler's pool man.



   

                   

Mm-hmm.



   

                   

Ouch!



   

                   

There's a lot of grounds,

but the maintenance isn't too bad.



   

                   

- I've always done it myself,

but you could hire a gardener.

- "A gardener"? No, no.



   

                   

I could handle this.

This'd be a piece of cake.



   

                   

Really?



   

                   

 Fabulous car!



   

                   

- What's it called again?

- It's a Lincoln.



   

                   

- They don't make 'em like this any more.

- It's a beauty.



   

                   

Do you like it? I'll throw it in

if you buy the house.



   

                   

That's very generous.



   

                   

I'm desperate.

Can we close?



   

                   

Well, we need

a little time to...



   

                   

There isn't any time.

Extradition is Friday.



   

                   

- Extradition?

- I'll tell you later.



   

                   

- I need an answer

by close of business tomorrow.

-  Oh, you'll have it.



   

                   

By the way, you have the most

beautifully kept pool I've ever seen.



   

                   

Oh, God. Oh, God.



   

                   

What did I say?



   

                   

What did I say?



   

                   

Jack was right.

We can't lose.



   

                   

- Nothing can be this easy.

- Sure it can. You know what this is?



   

                   

- This is the short line

in Motor Vehicles.

- What?



   

                   

You go to Motor Vehicles

to get your licence renewed...



   

                   

and you get on this line

that reaches to Spain.



   

                   

And right next to it is this little

short line with only two guys on it.



   

                   

But you don't get on that line, 'cause you

think something must be wrong with it...



   

                   

otherwise everybody else would be

on it, so you waste three hours.



   

                   

I got on the short line once.

It was for farm vehicles.



   

                   

I want this house. I need this house.

We need this house.



   

                   

- Could be great.

- Say "yes"!



   

                   

If we do this,

we do it together.



   

                   

I'm putting in half the money,

or I'm not going in.



   

                   

- Great!

- I thought you'd give me an argument.



   

                   

If I had any money, I would.

Where are you gonna get your half?



   

                   

Max.



   

                   

I'll sell him everything I got in

the divorce. What about your half?



   

                   

I'm goin' straight to the top on this

one... Billboard's Artist of the Year.



   

                   

- He, who last year alone

sold    million records.

- Benny?



   

                   

- Yeah.

- Benny himself?



   

                   

Did you hear that?



   

                   

The train is coming, right when

we decided to buy the house!



   

                   

This has got to be an omen.



   

                   

I can feel it! This is it!

Everything's breaking for us!



   

                   

You say you have

an appointment?



   

                   

I don't say I have

an appointment, I have an appointment!



   

                   

- Hi, Mr Fielding.

- Hello.



   

                   

-  What the hell does he want?

-  I don't know.



   

                   

 Didn't you ask him? What's

the matter, I gotta pay you to think?



   

                   

 Hejust told me he wants

to see you. Sorry, Benny.



   

                   

Oh, well, that makes everything better.

Walter, how are ya?



   

                   

Okay, you've seen me. Is that it,

or do you wanna talk too?



   

                   

I wanna talk.



   

                   

Figures.



   

                   

 Now I'll show you how easy

I can catch a woodpecker.



   

                   

All right.

You've got five minutes.



   

                   

Are you gonna

let her do that?



   

                   

Are you gonna let my mother

clean that carpet?



   

                   

- Thanks, Benny.

- Don't mention it.



   

                   

- I made a nice pot roast.

- Don't mention that either.



   

                   

He never eats.



   

                   

Look, Mom, we're real busy here.

Why don't you go watch TV?



   

                   

Hey, keep it brief.

I got a chick waiting in the Jacuzzi.



   

                   

I wish I had

a hundred more like him.



   

                   

There is a house

I want to buy.



   

                   

Let's just cut to the chase, okay?

What do you want?



   

                   

I want you to loan me

$       in cash.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Benny!



   

                   

- You shout at me?

- I shout at you!



   

                   

I need that money,

and you're gonna loan it to me!



   

                   

- I will not! No! No! No!

- Yes, you will.



   

                   

Yes, you will! I saved you

ten times that in taxes last year!



   

                   

- So what?

- Benny, if you don't

loan me that money, I'll...



   

                   

- You'll what, huh? You'll what?

- I'll not like you any more!



   

                   

- All right.

- Thanks.



   

                   

Great!



   

                   

Great!



   

                   

They bought it! All right, gang!



   

                   

Way to go!



   

                   

- Not again.



   

                   

  Anyplace you would be  



   

                   

  Is certainly so perfectly

good for me  



   

                   

  That any old hammer and nail

I find  



   

                   

  Just makes me high on sunshine  



   

                   

  Settling in our duds  



   

                   

  Discovering the wonderful

highs of love  



   

                   

-   A little brush and polish

and you'll see what I mean  



   

                   

  We're sittin'on a dream  



   

                   

  Step through that door  



   

                   

  You'll see a grand room

with a view  



   

                   

  And a new moon for two

out there  



   

                   

  And just like real water

from those summer rains  



   

                   

  Don't you know  



   

                   

  Champagne will flow  



   

                   

  Gold dazzle ring

upon my finger  



   

                   

  Any stair we could climb  



   

                   

-   Has got to be to heaven

and so divine  



   

                   

-   That all we'll ever

have to do is lie around  



   

                   

  And watch the stars above us

fall down  



   

                   

  We're callin'this mess

our own  



   

                   

  And tellin'all the others

it's home, sweet home  



   

                   

  If we were really closing in

on yesterday's mess  



   

                   

  We're both sittin'

on a dream   



   

                   

How's it going?



   

                   

Fine. What's that

on your face?



   

                   

The ceiling.



   

                   

Seems to be coming down

in the bedroom.



   

                   

Oh. Well, I'll get to that later.

I only got two hands.



   

                   

- Okay.

- Okay.



   

                   

What the hell

was that?



   

                   

All I did was

turn on the water.



   

                   

That's all?



   

                   

That doesn't sound good.



   

                   

No.

You should see the...



   

                   

I guess it's the water.



   

                   

- I don't know. It's revolting.

- Okay.



   

                   

So the plumbing's

not perfect.



   

                   

We'll get it fixed.

It's not the end of the worid.



   

                   

- You didn't see that water!

- Look, this is an old house.



   

                   

It's gonna need some work.

You've gotta expect that.



   

                   

I didn't expect

that water. It had legs.



   

                   

A little work,

a little care...



   

                   

a little imagination,

and it's gonna be great!



   

                   

It's gonna be fun

fixing it up. You'll see.



   

                   

I don't know. I've never been

any good at that kind of thing.



   

                   

- What kind of thing?

- Work.



   

                   

You can't go into it with that kind of

attitude. You've gotta be more positive.



   

                   

- I'll try.

- Oh.



   

                   

A little care,

a little imagination...



   

                   

and a positive attitude.



   

                   

What was that?



   

                   

Nothing, dear.



   

                   

Son of a bitch.



   

                   

- Oh, Walter!

- The stairs are out!



   

                   

Honey,

you're on my fingers.



   

                   

Oh...



   

                   

Sorry.



   

                   

I'd help you with that, but somebody

stepped on all my fingers.



   

                   

I said I was sorry.



   

                   

I didn't expect your fingers

to be on the floor.



   

                   

I know.

I'm just cranky.



   

                   

I guess it's having just thrown

$       into the toilet.



   

                   

Either that

or the intense pain.



   

                   

It's only the first day.

You're not gonna give up on it already.



   

                   

- Oh, yes. Yes, I am.

- Oh, no.



   

                   

No, you're not.

I'm not gonna let you.



   

                   

There's a chance we could fob it off

on the Cheap Giris.



   

                   

We're not

going to sell it.



   

                   

The land, at least,

has got to be worth something.



   

                   

The house

is going to be great!



   

                   

Yeah, if we can peel

the rind off it.



   

                   

- What?

- It's a lemon, honey, let's face it.



   

                   

You can't just quit.



   

                   

I'm a quitter,

and I'm not ready to quit yet.



   

                   

Why not?



   

                   

 Commitment.



   

                   

Oh. That.



   

                   

You're right.

The house is gonna be great.



   

                   

I promise.



   

                   

Lady, this is impossible.



   

                   

-  Oh, nonsense.

You're doing fine.

- I feel like I'm gonna die.



   

                   

You're not going to die.

I'm holding the ladder.



   

                   

If you fall,

land on the mattress.



   

                   

Hello. Yes. Yes. We're having some

problems with our plumbing, and I was...



   

                   

-  I can't move.

- Fielding. Walter Fielding.



   

                   

 Stop being a baby.

You're nearly there.



   

                   

There's no reason why

you should've heard of me.



   

                   

I don't have

any references. I just...



   

                   

- Somebody here call a carpenter?

- Oh, yes. We did.



   

                   

Yale. Yeah.



   

                   

- Don't let go of the ladder!

- I wasn't really holding it, anyway.



   

                   

How much

do I make a year?



   

                   

Uh, how much

do you make a year?



   

                   

Really?



   

                   

- No. No, that's not a Jewish name.

- You're kidding, right?



   

                   

Get out of my life,

would you?



   

                   

-  Don't touch me, pig!

-  Oh, you're cute

when you're mad.



   

                   

- I'm serious. Get away from me.

- Hey!



   

                   

- Stop it!

- Hey, let go of her! That's my wife!



   

                   

Oh, yeah?

Well, I'm sorry.



   

                   

She didn't say nothin'

about being married.



   

                   

I just thought she was

good-lookin' wool.



   

                   

This animal attacked me!

I didn't say anything about anything.



   

                   

Look, I don't wanna

cause trouble.



   

                   

If I came on a little strong,

I'm sorry, okay?



   

                   

- No, it's not okay.

- Just get out of here.



   

                   

Well, okay.

If that's what you want.



   

                   

I think we should call

the police.



   

                   

Hey, let's not

get nuts here.



   

                   

Who are you anyway?



   

                   

Art Shirk. I'm the carpenter.

I think we spoke on the phone.



   

                   

- You're the carpenter?

- Yeah. Well, I guess I'll be going.



   

                   

Oh, wait a minute! Just wait a minute.

Maybe we can clear this up.



   

                   

Clear this up?

What are you doing? He tried...



   

                   

I know, but he's supposed to be

a really good carpenter.



   

                   

- He tried to attack me.

- He just thought you were

good-lookin' wool...



   

                   

an attractive woman.



   

                   

- He didn't know who you were.

- I don't know who you are.



   

                   

Look, uh...



   

                   

do you know how hard it is to find

a really good carpenter?



   

                   

Besides, I think

he's got a brother who's a plumber.



   

                   

- Really? A brother who's a plumber?

- I think so.



   

                   

- Do you think I should sleep with him?

- Maybe just this once.



   

                   

I think I'm going to start dinner.



   

                   

The house

is gonna be great.



   

                   

Great.



   

                   

Great!



   

                   

- Hey, I'm sorry about that...

- Oh, it's all right.



   

                   

You'll have plenty

of opportunities to make it up to us.



   

                   

You know, usually a woman

calls a carpenter...



   

                   

she's lookin' for

the old "hammer and nail."



   

                   

- And I don't mean...

- Yeah, I know what you mean.



   

                   

Hey, buddy,

did you really buy this house?



   

                   

Yes, I did.



   

                   

Now,

what was over there?



   

                   

The stairs. It began right there

and it curved all the way...



   

                   

Oh, my God!



   

                   

No, don't!



   

                   

What's the matter?



   

                   

I was just

lighting the oven.



   

                   

Just lighting... You could've

been killed! We could've all died!



   

                   

Oh, well,

thank you very much.



   

                   

I'm not completely helpless

in the kitchen.



   

                   

I do know how

to light an oven.



   

                   

Well, yeah, but...



   

                   

- You mean this thing works?

- So far, so good.



   

                   

Well, it's amazing.

What about the, uh...



   

                   

- What do you call these?

- The burners.



   

                   

- I haven't tried them yet.

- Maybe we shouldn't press our luck.



   

                   

- Wanna see the refrigerator?

- No.



   

                   

Water?



   

                   

No water.



   

                   

We've got gas and electricity, though.

That's two out of three.



   

                   

Art's calling his brother.

Oh, good news.



   

                   

You're not gonna have

to sleep with him.



   

                   

Just a little dinner,

some dancing.



   

                   

- How long do you think all that'll take?

- Two weeks.



   

                   

Really? That's all?

When do you think you could start?



   

                   

Just as soon

as your cheque clears.



   

                   

Couldn't you at least hang the door?

I've got enough cash for that.



   

                   

Haven't got

the right materials.



   

                   

Wood's rotten.

Won't hold a screw.



   

                   

Which reminds me:



   

                   

I'm late for my next job.



   

                   

- If you know what I mean.

-    I gotta be me  



   

                   

-   I gotta be me  

- Yeah, I know what you mean.



   

                   

  What else can I be   



   

                   

 In spite of

all the problems...



   

                   

in spite of the prospect of indentured

servitude for the rest of my life...



   

                   

in debt beyond

my wildest dreams...



   

                   

I love the house.



   

                   

So do I.



   

                   

And I love you.



   

                   

Life is good.



   

                   

Prostate trouble?



   

                   

Well, that was fast.



   

                   

We have very weak trees.



   

                   

"Weak trees"?



   

                   

I guess that's the door.



   

                   

Hurry, don't let it ring again.



   

                   

Wait!



   

                   

- You Fielding?

- Right!



   

                   

My brother Art

recommended you.



   

                   

- I don't usually take jobs in this area.

- I'm glad you can make an exception.



   

                   

- Let's not get ahead of ourselves, okay?

- I'm sorry.



   

                   

- Where should we start?

- Well, you could offer me a drink.



   

                   

I don't know

where my manners are.



   

                   

Here it is, nearly   :  .

You must be parched.



   

                   

What? Wait a minute! We haven't even

talked about the plumbing yet!



   

                   

And we're not going to,

not with your attitude.



   

                   

Oh, saving the good scotch

for the company, are we?



   

                   

No wonder you've been turned down

by every plumber in the valley.



   

                   

- That's not true!

- Don't make it worse by lying.



   

                   

I'm not lying!

I haven't tried everybody yet.



   

                   

Please,

you gotta help me!



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

Write me a cheque quick,

before I come to my senses. Five grand.



   

                   

- Five grand... Five thousand dollars?

- That's just a deposit.



   

                   

You didn't even...

Well...



   

                   

I'm not tryin' to tell you your business,

but you haven't even looked at my pipes.



   

                   

I looked at them three years ago.

You figure they've improved with age?



   

                   

   Me  



   

                   

  I gotta be me  



   

                   

  What else can I be

but what I am   



   

                   

Prep school.



   

                   

Yale.

Phi Beta Kappa.



   

                   

Four years of law school,

law review.



   

                   

Are you all right?



   

                   

Oh, yeah, I'm fine.



   

                   

The secret is not to,

uh, look down.



   

                   

Oh, why did you

say that?



   

                   

Look down?

It's a secret.



   

                   

I was fine

till you said that.



   

                   

I'm sorry.

You're doin' great.



   

                   

- Mm-hmm.

- Just great.



   

                   

If you don't mind,

I'm gonna share this bath with you...



   

                   

- because I can't do this a second time.

- Ooh!



   

                   

I think that's

a swell idea.



   

                   

That way you can save your energy

for more worthwhile causes.



   

                   

Mmm.



   

                   

Mmm.



   

                   

Would you get the rest

of the water, okay?



   

                   

Hi, this is Julia Child with a tip

on making crepes Suzette...



   

                   

that marvellous flaming dessert

that you do at the table.



   

                   

You need a nice flaming set-up.

I've got a heat source there.



   

                   

There's an attractive pan.



   

                   

In the pan I have a mixture

of sugar, butter, orangejuice

and grated orange peel.



   

                   

I'm taking a crepe,

and I'm bathing it in this mixture...



   

                   

 I like to use

a no-stick pan and heat until water...



   

                   

... and on goes

some nice brandy.



   

                   

Let it bubble up well,

and then dip it into your flames...



   

                   

Ow!



   

                   

Little problem in the kitchen.

Nothing trivial.



   

                   

Well,

the turkey's done.



   

                   

So is the kitchen.



   

                   

Actually, it's a little overdone

for my taste.



   

                   

Let's not

go there again.



   

                   

- You don't want to

tell me what happened?

- No, I don't.



   

                   

- I just want to relax

in a nice lukewarm bath.

- What about this?



   

                   

 I don't think

that can hurt us any more.



   

                   

What are you doing?



   

                   

- Save yourself.

- What?



   

                   

I'm a menace

to anything I touch.



   

                   

The Surgeon General's warning

should be tattooed across my forehead.



   

                   

"Walter Fielding is dangerous

to your health. Don't touch him."



   

                   

- Save yourself.

- I can't.



   

                   

- I've tried, but I love Walter Fielding.

- No.



   

                   

- I can't give him up.

I'm hopelessly addicted.

- No.



   

                   

You must think of yourself!

I am sinking fast into the money pit...



   

                   

and I don't want to

drag you down with me.



   

                   

- Save yourself

while there's still time.

- Walter, brighten up.



   

                   

- I hate seeing you like this.

- I hate being like this. I'm a disaster.



   

                   

These are estimates from legitimate

contractors for repairs on the pit.



   

                   

Those that will actually come out here

are so expensive, I can't talk about it.



   

                   

Let's not talk about it.



   

                   

I've just given

our last $    ...



   

                   

our last      borrowed dollars...

to the Shirks.



   

                   

Walter, I don't mean

to be questioning you, but why...



   

                   

They were willing to take it!



   

                   

The legitimate people wanted

four times as much just to say "hello."



   

                   

So it's the Shirks.

That's not so bad.



   

                   

Well, that's if they show up.



   

                   

Just because they showed up

to collect the money...



   

                   

is no guarantee that

they'll show up to do the work.



   

                   

And if they do,

I can't pay for it!



   

                   

- I'm going to help you.

- Do you have a gun?



   

                   

"Here lies Walter Fielding.

He bought a house, and it killed him."



   

                   

If I could raise some more money,

would that help?



   

                   

- Depends on how you're gonna

raise the money.

- Mmm.



   

                   

- I think I know how.

- I know you know how.



   

                   

Just stop.

I've got some things I can sell.



   

                   

I don't wanna talk about money

or the house any more tonight.



   

                   

Neither do I. We could just skip town,

borrow some bus fare.



   

                   

Or we could hitchhike,

hit the open road.



   

                   

Everything's gonna be

just fine.



   

                   

- You'll see. Trust me.

- How?



   

                   

- Don't you trust me?

- It's not that. It's just that...



   

                   

We'll think of somethin'.

Who cares?



   

                   

- What's happening?

- Well, stay here. I'll find out.



   

                   

Hi. You must be

Mr Fielding.



   

                   

- Yeah. Yeah. Who...

- I'm from Shirk Brothers.



   

                   

Your number came up in the drawing

this morning. We work today!



   

                   

Oh, that's great.

That's... Where is Brad?



   

                   

Oh, South of France,

I think.



   

                   

Uh, don't...

Shouldn't he be here?



   

                   

Brad is the executive plumber.

We do all the work.



   

                   

We're just about

to get started.



   

                   

You're free to watch if you want,

though I wouldn't recommend it.



   

                   

- Are there any living things in there?

- Well, my girlfr...



   

                   

- My wife. What the hell.

- Oh, I'd get her out.



   

                   

Hold it, fellas. Just a second.

There's a woman inside there.



   

                   

Hold it!

Come on!



   

                   

Hey, come on! Wait a minute, fellas,

there's a lady inside there.



   

                   

H- Here! Here she...



   

                   

H- Here you go. Okay?

Are you all right?



   

                   

- Yes, thank you.

- Is everything out?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

- Okay. Have a nice day!

- Who are they?



   

                   

- The plumbers.

- Are you sure?



   

                   

No, and I don't care. I'm just thrilled

to see somebody actually working.



   

                   

Mrs Fielding,

don't worry about a thing.



   

                   

- Okay, guys, let's do it!

- Yeah!



   

                   

 In our settlement you listed

the value of that painting at $       .



   

                   

I'll sell it

to you for   .



   

                   

That painting

doesn't interest me.



   

                   

Yes, it does.

You love that painting.



   

                   

That's the only reason

I took it.



   

                   

All you want

to talk about is money.



   

                   

Let's talk about love and sex.

Forget love, let's just talk about sex.



   

                   

Max, I'm desperate.

I need money.



   

                   

I need new plumbing.

I need new appliances.



   

                   

- A new staircase, Max.

- Stop, please. Too boring.



   

                   

- Plastering, landscaping,

painting, a roof.

- Too middle class. Stop.



   

                   

New floors, new tiles,

new fixtures in the bathroom.



   

                   

Okay, okay, I'll buy it.

I'll give you the money.



   

                   

Only, please, God,

stop!



   

                   

Thank you, Max.

Sometimes you can be very sweet.



   

                   

I know.



   

                   

- How do I look in this?

- Oh, beautiful.



   

                   

You look beautiful

in everything. Mm-hmm.



   

                   

Hi!



   

                   

Hi.



   

                   

What happened?



   

                   

It was no picnic, but those boys

are work animals.



   

                   

- Well, everything looks

pretty well under control.

- It does?



   

                   

Well, not to the layman's eyes,

of course.



   

                   

They completely ripped up

our house!



   

                   

They sure as hell did!

They ripped the guts out of it!



   

                   

They're work animals,

I'm telling you!



   

                   

Look at

those holes!



   

                   

Then you got

your gravel piles...



   

                   

your sand piles,

your scrap piles.



   

                   

- Animals!

- Animals.



   

                   

Well, I like a good conversation

as well as anybody, but I gotta run.



   

                   

Hasta pronto,

if you know what I mean.



   

                   

- Y-You're leaving?

- Well, I ain't movin' in.



   

                   

But we'll be back

when you get your permits.



   

                   

Permits? The permit man

was supposed to be here by  :  .



   

                   

Oh, he was, but you or your wife

weren't here to meet him.



   

                   

We weren't?

Anna's not here?



   

                   

No, no.

I would've noticed.



   

                   

The permit man

was pretty agitated.



   

                   

Really steamed his clams.



   

                   

Said he'd be back

when you grow udders and get milked.



   

                   

That's a long time.



   

                   

Yeah. Yeah.



   

                   

Well, if he ever does come back,

you call me and we'll finish the job.



   

                   

When I do get the permits,

how long will the job take?



   

                   

Two weeks.



   

                   

Two weeks?

Two weeks?



   

                   

You sound like a parakeet.

"Two weeks? Two weeks?"



   

                   

Well, uh, two weeks.

It's... It's amazing.



   

                   

Amazing, nothing.



   

                   

It'll be a regular miracle.



   

                   

Hello?



   

                   

Oh, hi there.



   

                   

"Tone"?

My voice has no tone.



   

                   

Because I'm standing

in a pile of rubble...



   

                   

and we don't

have the permits to un-rubble it.



   

                   

"Exaggerating"? Honey, we're living

in Swiss cheese with a door.



   

                   

"Mozart"? Mozart is dead.

His troubles are over.



   

                   

Help me!



   

                   

All right. I'm sorry.



   

                   

You're right. If you had to work,

you had to work.



   

                   

Oh, l-l-I love you too.



   

                   

Where is the guy's number?

The permit man.



   

                   

In the den, you think.



   

                   

I will pick you up

at the station.



   

                   

Just give me a call

when you get there.



   

                   

"Shrapp"?



   

                   

Is Mr Shrapp in?



   

                   

Mr Shrapp.

Walter Fielding.



   

                   

Hey, watch what you say

about my mother, now.



   

                   

Mr Shrapp,

let's be adults about this.



   

                   

I'm... Look, I'm very sorry

I wasn't here this afternoon.



   

                   

My wife was poisoned

and taken to the hospital.



   

                   

Well, what would

cut any ice with you?



   

                   

A bribe? Sure.

Can you be here in a half an hour?



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Cash? No problem.



   

                   

Weasel.



   

                   

Cash.

Cash, cash, ca...



   

                   

H-Help!



   

                   

  Come on, everybody  



   

                   

  I said

let's play a game  



   

                   

  I bet ya

I can make a rhyme  



   

                   

  Out of anybody's name  



   

                   

Anna!

  Anna-Anna, bo-banna  



   

                   

  Banana-fanna, fo-fanna  



   

                   

  Fee-fi, mo-manna  



   

                   

  Anna  



   

                   

Let's try Brad!



   

                   

  Brad, Brad, bo-rad

Banana-fanna  



   

                   

 Walter!



   

                   

- Fielding!

-   Walter, Walter, bo-balter

Banana-fanna, fo-falter  



   

                   

  Fee-fi, mo-malter

Walter   



   

                   

Hello...



   

                   

Hello!

Hello! I'm here!



   

                   

Are you in there,

Fielding?



   

                   

Y- Yeah!

l- I'm here.



   

                   

M- My chest

is constricted.



   

                   

I can't shout.

O- Oww! Oww!



   

                   

Okay, Fielding,

I can hear you in there laughing at me.



   

                   

This is it,

you duck fart!



   

                   

I'm leaving, and I'm never coming back!

Ya hear me, Fielding?



   

                   

Y- Y-Yes, I hear you!



   

                   

I'm tearing up

your permit!



   

                   

There!



   

                   

Nobody laughs

at Montgomery Shrapp!



   

                   

Good Lord!



   

                   

You testin' missiles here,

or what?



   

                   

The house

is gonna be great.



   

                   

Shh.



   

                   

Oh, my God.



   

                   

Walter!



   

                   

Oh!

Oh, A-Anna!



   

                   

Thank God it's you!

Thank God! Ohh!



   

                   

Walter?



   

                   

- Thank God you're here, honey!

- Is that you?



   

                   

Is it me?



   

                   

Ha! Is it me?



   

                   

Anna, I've been here so long

I'm hallucinating.



   

                   

A while ago I thought

the Care Bears were here.



   

                   

Walter?



   

                   

Farm animals, or geese and chickens...



   

                   

Walter?



   

                   

Upstairs!



   

                   

Are you all right?



   

                   

No, I'm not all right.

Not at all.



   

                   

No!



   

                   

- Where are you?

- I'm in the den.



   

                   

No, you're not.

I was just in there.



   

                   

I'm in the den. I swear it.

Please believe me.



   

                   

Will you stop fooling around,

Walter? I'm tired.



   

                   

I'm right here.



   

                   

Look, Walter,

enough is enough.



   

                   

I'm right here!



   

                   

Where?



   

                   

In the floor,

behind the chair.



   

                   

Ohh!



   

                   

Oh, laughing.



   

                   

We're laughing.



   

                   

The permit man was here.



   

                   

- Oh, that's good.

- No, it's not.



   

                   

Now tomorrow I've got to

take off work, drive to his office...



   

                   

and kiss his ass.



   

                   

Oh!



   

                   

Well, thanks to that fall

we're now the same height.



   

                   

Yeah, that's much better.



   

                   

- So, why did rehearsal run so long?

- That was my fault.



   

                   

We got off to a late start because I was

haggling with Max over the painting.



   

                   

How, exactly, would you

define "haggling"?



   

                   

- What do you mean by that?

- I thought that was my question.



   

                   

Are you jealous

of Max?



   

                   

Jealous of Max?



   

                   

Don't be silly.



   

                   

Just because he's rich, famous,

good-looking, brilliant.



   

                   

- I mean, what's he got

that I haven't got?

- Walls.



   

                   

I feel much better.



   

                   

Good night, hon.



   

                   

Good night.



   

                   

Look out for that thing.

You're gonna fall off of it.



   

                   

Get to work!



   

                   

Four months

since I got those permits.



   

                   

They're not even half done.

They said two weeks for the whole job.



   

                   

You're telling me this

like I haven't been here.



   

                   

We're going through

a rough time.



   

                   

- Let's remember not to

take it out on each other.

- You're right.



   

                   

You hear about that guy up in the Bronx,

went crazy, thought he was a pigeon?



   

                   

They found him in the park

throwing bread crumbs at himself.



   

                   

- He was just putting in

a guest bathroom.

- Okay.



   

                   

So let's be nice to each other.

We're all we've got.



   

                   

Don't forget

to get the water.



   

                   

- Haven't I gotten the water

every morning for four months?

- Walter.



   

                   

- Do I ever forget the water?

- Don't do this. Walter, Walter, Walter!



   

                   

I'm sorry.



   

                   

The bucket's

in the hall.



   

                   

I know where the bucket is.



   

                   

You don't have to tell me

where the bucket is.



   

                   

Stairs!

Ha!



   

                   

A staircase!

We have stairs!



   

                   

Oh, hello, Mr Stairs.

I've missed you.



   

                   

Anna?

Anna, darling!



   

                   

Did you

get the water?



   

                   

We have stairs!



   

                   

It's happening, honey.



   

                   

Everything's

gonna be fixed.



   

                   

We have stairs.



   

                   

That's terrific.



   

                   

- Everything's gonna be wonderful.

- Yes.



   

                   

Sweetheart,

I could really use some water.



   

                   

Yeah. Right away.



   

                   

S- Say, Curly?



   

                   

- Yo!

- Could you send up some water?



   

                   

We're a little busy today, Walter,

tryin' to build a house.



   

                   

I'll get it myself.

I'll use my new stairs.



   

                   

That's my boy.



   

                   

Tar bucket comin' down.



   

                   

- Morning, James.

- Morning!



   

                   

- Alka-Seltzer.

- Just a minute.



   

                   

Any idea when you're going

to be finished here?



   

                   

- Two weeks.

- That's what I thought.



   

                   

Alka-Seltzer.

Here you go.



   

                   

Oh. You know you're almost out

of birth control pills?



   

                   

Thank you, James.



   

                   

Walter.

Walter!



   

                   

The water! I know.

I'm getting it.



   

                   

Hey, Walter!



   

                   

You want this room painted blue,

like in the hallway?



   

                   

No, I do not. That's all wood...

What do you mean, "like the hallway"?



   

                   

The hallway.

Blue, right?



   

                   

I want nothing blue.

Nothing!



   

                   

Oh, man. Now I gotta go flush out

my paint sprayer.



   

                   

Oh, that's a bummer.



   

                   

Have you seen Mr Fielding?



   

                   

- Fielding?

- Yeah.



   

                   

Don't know any Fieldings

around here. In Cincinnati...



   

                   

Walter?



   

                   

Oh, Walter!

Yeah, Walter.



   

                   

He was supposed to bring me

a bucket of water.



   

                   

- Bring you some water?

- Yeah. Do... No...



   

                   

- Ohh! Ohh!

- How's that?



   

                   

It's a miracle.



   

                   

Yeah!



   

                   

Walter.



   

                   

- I wanna ask you something.

You're a lawyer, right?

- Yeah.



   

                   

Last year my father

was hit in the head by a golf ball.



   

                   

Oh, can I unplug...



   

                   

Now, he seemed okay...



   

                   

but last week

we were watching TV...



   

                   

and I put on the Bob Hope

Desert Classic from Palm Springs.



   

                   

He goes friggin' nuts!



   

                   

My father, not Bob Hope.



   

                   

So he kicks in

the friggin' TV screen. Now...



   

                   

I'd have to study it, but I'd say you got

a great case against Bob Hope.



   

                   

Thanks, man.



   

                   

Aaah!



   

                   

That was not so bad.



   

                   

-  Are you happy with that one?

- I am not unhappy with it.



   

                   

It's the best that miserable symphony

has ever sounded.



   

                   

You have my congratulations,

and you may go home.



   

                   

But don't you want to hear it back?



   

                   

No, if there's something wrong

with it it's your fault...



   

                   

and you will hang for it.



   

                   

Do you have

a cigarette?



   

                   

I'm sorry.



   

                   

It was beautiful,

Max.



   

                   

Better than Szell's versión?



   

                   

Mmm, I wondered why you did this.

I know you never liked it.



   

                   

Well?



   

                   

- It was better.

- Thank you.



   

                   

It's a pity

that son of a bitch isn't alive...



   

                   

because it would kill him

to hear that.



   

                   

Have you got

a cigarette?



   

                   

You stopped smoking

five years ago.



   

                   

I started again

two weeks ago.



   

                   

Can I have

the damn cigarette?



   

                   

Mmm.

Filters.



   

                   

You seem a little tense.



   

                   

Your shoulders are up

over your ears.



   

                   

- Are you all right?

- Don't I look all right?



   

                   

In a word, no.



   

                   

The only good part of our divorce

was that it seemed to make you happy.



   

                   

For you to be without me

and unhappy...



   

                   

is such a waste.



   

                   

You are making me sad.



   

                   

Walter's

in Philadelphia...



   

                   

and the idea of going back

to that house, alone...



   

                   

Oh, God.



   

                   

Why don't we have dinner

and a huge amount of alcohol?



   

                   

I'm not dressed

for a restaurant.



   

                   

My place.

Our old place.



   

                   

You can have a hot bath.



   

                   

We'll have a fire. Hwang will make

anything you want for dinner.



   

                   

Duck I'orange.



   

                   

Twelve-year-old scotch.



   

                   

In clean glasses.



   

                   

That can be arranged.



   

                   

I'm not going to bed

with you.



   

                   

I may not ask you.



   

                   

Oh, my God.



   

                   

Good morning.



   

                   

- Oh, my God.

- What's wrong?



   

                   

What happened?

What did we do?



   

                   

- What have we done? Oh, my God!

- Calm down.



   

                   

- You were a little looped.

You sang a few songs.

- The Beatles?



   

                   

- The entire catalogue.

- What else?



   

                   

- You don't remember?

- It was duck for dinner. Right?



   

                   

- Followed by crepe Suzettes.

- I don't remember the crepe Suzettes.



   

                   

- You don't remember the piano?

- No.



   

                   

- Under the piano?

- I don't wanna hear any more.



   

                   

- It was incredible. Better than Zurich.

- Zurich?



   

                   

- The police came.

You don't remember any of this?

- Oh, no.



   

                   

My shoe!



   

                   

- Not my shoe!

- Last night you were

the animal I remember.



   

                   

- I don't need shoes!

- Come back to me, and the police

will come every night.



   

                   

- I love you.

- This is a nightmare.



   

                   

Last night you said

you loved me...



   

                   

that we would be together

the rest of our lives.



   

                   

I wasn't drunk,

I was insane!



   

                   

- When are you going to tell Walter?

- Never!



   

                   

- You're just going to walk out

on him without saying anything?

- I am not walking out on him.



   

                   

I am in love with him.

Not you, him.



   

                   

- No, this whole wonderful realization

has confused you.

- Oh!



   

                   

Talk this over with Walter,

and you'll see.



   

                   

- Lying.

- What?



   

                   

I'm going to have to do

a lot of lying.



   

                   

- No. Tell him the truth.

- I'll lose him.



   

                   

Hey, take a chance.



   

                   

  Bump-bump-ba-bump-bump  



   

                   

  Bump-bump-ba-bump-bump  



   

                   

  Bump-bump-bump  



   

                   

  Bump-bump-bump  



   

                   

  Bump-bump-ba-bump-bump  



   

                   

  Bump-bump-ba-bump-bump  



   

                   

  Bump-bump-bump  



   

                   

  Bump-bump-bump  



   

                   

  Bump-bump-ba-bump-bump  



   

                   

  Bump-bump-ba-bump-bump  



   

                   

You'd better let me off here.



   

                   

- I don't think you can

make it up the driveway.

- They testin' missiles here?



   

                   

That's right, buddy, we are,

and it's very hush-hush. Top secret.



   

                   

So forget you were up here

and forget you saw any of this.



   

                   

- And forget about a tip.

  I am a pizza  



   

                   

-   Ready to munch  

- Ah, home, crap home.



   

                   

-   I am a pizza  

-   I am a pi...   



   

                   

I still can't get used to the idea of

having hot water whenever we want it.



   

                   

Yeah.

Yeah.



   

                   

- So, what'd you do last night?

- Oh, nothing much.



   

                   

Where'd you eat?



   

                   

What?



   

                   

Last night.

Where did you eat?



   

                   

Oh.

The Four Seasons.



   

                   

Well, I'm glad it wasn't

anything special.



    

                   

Actually,

it was a little special.



    

                   

We had just done probably

the finest performance...



    

                   

of Haydn's

Surprise Symphony ever.



    

                   

Really.



    

                   

Uh, please tell me

you didn't pay.



    

                   

I didn't.



    

                   

Max took us.



    

                   

- Well, that must have been

some performance.

- It was.



    

                   

It's never been my favourite piece

of music, but we really did it well.



    

                   

How was Max?



    

                   

Fine!



    

                   

I mean, he was very pleased

with himself.



    

                   

He asked after you.



    

                   

- Oh, that's... that's very nice.

- Mm-hmm.



    

                   

Did you sleep with him?



    

                   

I hope you don't mind.



    

                   

Of course, we can't go back

to the Four Seasons again.



    

                   

Did you?



    

                   

Walter!



    

                   

Did you?



    

                   

Are you serious?



    

                   

Well, I know you weren't here

last night...



    

                   

because I called,

and, uh, guess what.



    

                   

I don't know.

You tell me.



    

                   

No answer.



    

                   

Walter, do you want to tell me

what you're saying?



    

                   

I'm not saying anything.



    

                   

Actually,

what I'm saying is...



    

                   

that I would hope that if

there was something for you to tell me...



    

                   

for example, that you'd spent last night

with Max... that you would tell me...



    

                   

that it would be okay

for you to tell me.



    

                   

You're just going

to have to trust me.



    

                   

Oh, l-I trust you.



    

                   

I do trust you. I just want you

to tell me the truth.



    

                   

Well, I did.



    

                   

Well, then,

that's the end of it.



    

                   

You would tell me,

wouldn't you?



    

                   

- Walter.

- I just want you to be honest with me.



    

                   

I can take anything

except lies.



    

                   

People slip up.

Christ, I understand that.



    

                   

It happens all the time.



    

                   

I mean, I'm not some meathead

chauvinist provincial.



    

                   

- Is that all?

- No. No.



    

                   

I'm jealous.

I'm very jealous of Max.



    

                   

I'm not crazy about the idea

of you sleeping with him, but if

you did it and didn't tell me...



    

                   

that would really

bother me.



    

                   

Without changing my plea,

I would like to know why.



    

                   

Because

it underestimates me.



    

                   

Not telling me assumes I'm incapable

of understanding why you did it.



    

                   

Not that you did it.

Had you done it.



    

                   

Did you?



    

                   

You want me to tell you the truth,

no matter how much it hurts.



    

                   

If we can't be honest with each other,

what else have we got?



    

                   

And you'll believe in me?

You'll understand?



    

                   

Of course I will.

I love you.



    

                   

I love you too, but I did not sleep

with Max last night.



    

                   

No?



    

                   

Can we knock this off

and go to sleep?



    

                   

I love you.



    

                   

Mmm.

I love you.



    

                   

Walter?



    

                   

- Walter!

- Walter.



    

                   

- Are you awake?

- Yeah!



    

                   

Yeah, I'm awake.

What is it?



    

                   

I have to talk to you.



    

                   

Oh, I can't believe

I'm gonna do this. It's so stupid.



    

                   

What is it?

What's the matter?



    

                   

I lied to you

about Max.



    

                   

Apparently I went

to his apartment, I got drunk...



    

                   

I guess I sang

a few songs...



    

                   

and apparently I, um...



    

                   

slept with him.



    

                   

- I know I shouldn't be telling you this.

- No. No.



    

                   

It's okay.



    

                   

It's only proved to me

how much I love you.



    

                   

Oh, that sounds stupid too,

but it's true.



    

                   

I love you, Walter.

I love you.



    

                   

I love you.

It's okay.



    

                   

Everything's okay.



    

                   

You won't hold it against me?

You can forgive me?



    

                   

Sure. Can we talk about this

in the morning?



    

                   

I'm so tired.



    

                   

Do we have to talk about it?

Can't we just put this behind us?



    

                   

Yeah.



    

                   

I love you.



    

                   

I love you.



    

                   

 You whore!



    

                   

I leave town for   minutes, you can't

wait to leap into the sack with old Max!



    

                   

You... bastard!



    

                   

- That's right! Laying it off on me!

- You hypocrite!



    

                   

- I'm not the one screwing around!

- "Just be honest with me."



    

                   

- How long has this been going on?

- You chauvinist meathead!



    

                   

I'm not telling you

anything!



    

                   

Now or ever again!



    

                   

Oh, this is perfect! Guess who suddenly

turns into the injured party!



    

                   

- Where do you think you're going?

- Someplace where you're not!



    

                   

- Well, then, you stay here,

because I'm leaving!

- Fine!



    

                   

Get out! I never want

to see you again!



    

                   

The plasterer came?



    

                   

  Para bailar la bamba  



    

                   

  Para bailar la bamba

se necesita  



    

                   

  Una poca de gracia  



    

                   

  Una poca de gracia

par mi para ti  



    

                   

Hey, Walter.



    

                   

What happened?

Your old lady kick you out?



    

                   

I do not wish to discuss

my domestic difficulties with you, Julio.



    

                   

That's okay. I figure she

threw his ass out.



    

                   

- No, she did not throw my ass out!

- No, you had your chance, man.



    

                   

This is between

me and Duke.



    

                   

I'm not payin' you guys to stand around.

You wanna get to work?



    

                   

We can't do nothin'

till the plumbin' inspector gets here.



    

                   

There's no plumbing

in that wall.



    

                   

- No?

- We can take off and you can

call us when he gets here.



    

                   

Just stay where you are.

I fell for that one before.



    

                   

Ooh! Ohh!



    

                   

You're up

bright and early.



    

                   

I didn't sleep very well.



    

                   

You look great.

Got a date?



    

                   

Yes,

with the Marine Corps Band.



    

                   

I'm starting with the brass, and I'm

working my way to the drum section.



    

                   

- Don't you think we should talk?

- This is not the time.



    

                   

- I'm mad, and I'm getting madder.

- Oh! What do you think I am?



    

                   

- I think you're a jerk.

- I know that.



    

                   

- I didn't realize how big a jerk

I was until last night.

- Neither did I.



    

                   

Let's just pack it in, then. Let's just

finish this thing right here and now!



    

                   

- Fine.

- I'll pack a bag for you

and send the rest later.



    

                   

- You expect me to move out?

- You shouldn't have

any trouble finding a bed.



    

                   

- I got a bed, lady.

- Get the hell outta here!

This is private!



    

                   

What makes you think you can

just throw me out of my own house?



    

                   

You're the one

who's moving.



    

                   

I have worked and slaved... suffered

and put myself in hock up to my eyes...



    

                   

and you want me to move out

because you've got the hots for Max?



    

                   

No way!

You hear me?



    

                   

I have worked and slaved and suffered for

this house every bit as much as you have!



    

                   

Actually more, because

I had to put up with you!



    

                   

This is ridiculous!

You don't even like this house!



    

                   

I love this house!



    

                   

You've done nothing but complain

about it since we got here!



    

                   

I did one other thing... I sunk every

nickel I had in the worid in this house!



    

                   

- And you'll get it all back!

- Me and everyone you've ever met!



    

                   

"I'll pay you back"

will be written on your gravestone!



    

                   

I wouldn't give lectures

on the value of promises!



    

                   

- Your word didn't do too well

on this last outing!

- Yours is fine!



    

                   

It's certainly a lot better

than your cheque!



    

                   

I'll get you

your money back!



    

                   

I don't want the money!

This is my house, and I'm not moving!



    

                   

It's a big house!

We'll divide it up!



    

                   

You stay in your half,

I'll stay in mine!



    

                   

That is such a dumb idea.



    

                   

Sometimes it amazes me

you ever passed the bar.



    

                   

I'm sure it does.

You've never passed a bar in your life.



    

                   

You are so much less attractive

when I'm sober.



    

                   

- Thank goodness it's not that often.

- All right, that's it!



    

                   

I've had it with you, the house,

Max, the orchestra and everything!



    

                   

How long will it take

to put this place together?



    

                   

Two weeks.



    

                   

Two weeks! Two weeks.



    

                   

Okay, we'll stick it out

until the house is finished.



    

                   

Then we'll sell it, get our money back

and get the hell away from each other.



    

                   

Fine.



    

                   

Get back to work!



    

                   

Bam! Zoom!



    

                   

What are you doing here?



    

                   

- You missed a rehearsal.

- That's right.



    

                   

- Did you tell Walter

what happened between us?

- Yes.



    

                   

And what

did he say?



    

                   

Walter and I are through.



    

                   

- I hate us both.

- You'll get over it.



    

                   

- You'll come back to me.

- No.



    

                   

I'm just going away

someplace.



    

                   

You can't go anywhere.

We have performances.



    

                   

You don't understand. I have to

get away from here, from both of you.



    

                   

You are leaving

the symphony?



    

                   

What have I done?



    

                   

Oh, it wasn't your fault.

It was my fault.



    

                   

I was weak.



    

                   

No, you weren't.



    

                   

What?



    

                   

I made it up.



    

                   

You made what up, Max?



    

                   

You slept in the bedroom.

I slept in the living room.



    

                   

Sex would have been

a miracle.



    

                   

Oh, Max!



    

                   

I wanted you back, and I truly thought

I could make you happy this time.



    

                   

Oh, Max.



    

                   

Tell Walter the truth.



    

                   

No.



    

                   

He couldn't forgive me,

and I can't forgive him for that.



    

                   

He's lost a wonderful woman,

and I know what that's like.



    

                   

I've lost many.



    

                   

- You must hate me.

- No.



    

                   

I used to hate you.

Now I hate Walter.



    

                   

Lucky guy.



    

                   

- Walter!

- Well, this is an unexpected revulsión.



    

                   

Are you hot?

Can I take your life?



    

                   

I can see

that my presence here...



    

                   

could be construed

as in poor taste.



    

                   

- No!

- Do you realize what you've done?



    

                   

You've taken

a woman who loves you...



    

                   

one of the great women

on the face of this Earth...



    

                   

and thrown her away.



    

                   

I've lost her too, but I'll get over it

because I am shallow and self-centred.



    

                   

But you, you won't

because you are complex.



    

                   

You will suffer terrible anguish

for the rest of your life.



    

                   

This is turning out to be

a pretty good day.



    

                   

Good day.



    

                   

Smooth strokes.



    

                   

Up and down.



    

                   

Paint,

don't tickle.



    

                   

And don't smoke.



    

                   

Well, folks, I guess this is

hasta "so-long-a."



    

                   

You know,

just between us...



    

                   

there were a couple of times

when I didn't think we'd ever be

able to put this baby back up.



    

                   

- But it, uh, it turned out.

- It's beautiful, Curly.



    

                   

It is, really, much better

than I imagined.



    

                   

Thank you.

That's very nice of you.



    

                   

One more job, though.

Here's your key.



    

                   

It's the only one I've got.

Who wants it?



    

                   

Hmm?



    

                   

Well, I'll just put it

on the bannister here.



    

                   

You'll have no trouble

selling this place, that's for sure.



    

                   

- Shirk Brothers'll give you

a million for it tomorrow.

- Great.



    

                   

No, this wasn't an easy one, but the

foundation was good, I'll say that.



    

                   

And if that's okay,

then everything else can be fixed.



    

                   

Well, goodbye, folks.

Good luck.



    

                   

Well, this is it.



    

                   

Are you going

to spend the night here?



    

                   

No. You?



    

                   

I'm already packed.



    

                   

I'd better get packed

myself.



    

                   

I'll get my bags.



    

                   

Walter?



    

                   

Walter?



    

                   

This step.

This... This was our step.



    

                   

This is where

it all started to...



    

                   

Turn to crap.



    

                   

Too late to put it

back together, isn't it?



    

                   

You slept with Max,

and I don't care.



    

                   

What?



    

                   

I don't care.



    

                   

Well, I care, but not enough

for us to be apart.



    

                   

Really?



    

                   

Really.



    

                   

I'm glad you slept with him, because now

I know how much I really love you.



    

                   

You sleeping with Max was the best thing

that could've happened to us.



    

                   

I didn't sleep with him.



    

                   

Thank God.



    

                   

-    



    

                   

- Ohh!

- Over here!



    

                   

Always a bridesmaid, never a bride.



    

                   

Look at me! Hey! Walter!



    

                   

A big smile!



    

                   

Hold it! Hold it there!

One more! Ready?



    

                   

Hold it! Way to go!

Thank you. I got it.



    

                   

It's a very nice house,

and the price is reasonable.



    

                   

Reasonable? It's a steal.



    

                   

Oh, honey!

It's so beautiful.



    

                   

You buy or not?



    

                   

We're buying.



    

                   

You can count it if you like,

but you'll find it's all there.



    

                   

Carlos, come on!



    

                   

We haven't got all day!

Let's go!



    

                   

Mein wife.



    

                   

Auf wiedersehen...

Ah.



    

                   

Hasta la vista.



    

                   

  Where shall we build

a house  



    

                   

  How do the roses grow  



    

                   

  Are you and I in love  



    

                   

  How do we really know  



    

                   

  If love is on our side  



    

                   

  You'll know when

I'm in trouble  



    

                   

  That's when

my heart decides  



    

                   

  To go

wherever you will go  



    

                   

  The heart is so willing  



    

                   

  To follow  



    

                   

  The heart shows the way  



    

                   

  Out of the night  



    

                   

  The heart roams  



    

                   

  In search of tomorrow  



    

                   

  But love takes the hand  



    

                   

  That guides the light  



    

                   

  When shadows fall  



    

                   

  And there's no one there  



    

                   

  To help or listen  



    

                   

  I feel your every breath  



    

                   

  I hear the words you say  



    

                   

  And I keep turning back  



    

                   

  To hear the music play  



    

                   

  I'll make no promises  



    

                   

  False promises

can break you  



    

                   

  How can you call me home  



    

                   

  Wanting me like yesterday  



    

                   

  How do we fix the moon  



    

                   

  How do we change the sky  



    

                   

  How do I make you laugh  



    

                   

  The way I make you cry  



    

                   

  I'll make no promises  



    

                   

  False promises

can break you  



    

                   

  But love's no accident  



    

                   

  Time is on our side  



    

                   

  The heart is so willing  



    

                   

  To follow, oh  



    

                   

  The heart shows the way  



    

                   

  Out of the night  



    

                   

  The heart roams  



    

                   

  In search of tomorrow  



    

                   

  But love takes the hand  



    

                   

  That guides the light  



    

                   

  The heart is so willing  



    

                   

-   To follow  

-   Yes, the heart

is so willing to follow  



    

                   

  The heart shows the way  



    

                   

  Out of the night  



    

                   

  Oh, the heart is so

Oh, the heart is  



    

                   

  The heart roams  



    

                   

  In search of tomorrow  



    

                   

  In search of tomorrow  



    

                   

  But love takes the hand  



    

                   

  That guides the light  



    

                   

  The heart is so willing  



    

                   

  To follow  



    

                   

  The heart shows the way  



    

                   

  Out of the night  



    

                   

  The heart roams  



    

                   

  In search of tomorrow  



    

                   

  And love takes the hand  



    

                   

  That guides the light  



    

                   

  The heart is so willing   







 

  

  

 
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