All language subtitles for 14-19

I better get home. Start the cleaning.

Oh, what time is it?

Ten after nine. Oh, Christ.

I was supposed to be downtown ten
minutes ago.

Yeah?

I'm looking for Eddie.

Eddie Mellon?

He said I should meet him there.

He's not here.

Oh. He said about nine.

Perhaps I should go.

Oh, why don't you wait?

I'm sure Eddie would be very
disappointed.

Well, don't stand there shuffling take
her upstairs More

coffee,

what about your appointment?

Pretend you don't see him.

Carol!

Gee, everybody's so nice.

And your sister's so pretty.

And broad -minded, too.

She's my wife.

Your wife?

God, if my husband found out.

My wife's broad -minded, like you said.

Did you know he was meeting her here?
That bastard.

He thought I'd be downtown.

Well, she sounds interesting anyway.

Getting her kick.

Tell me.

Tell me you'd love to get plowed.

Tell me you'd love it.

Come on in, Anna. Door's open.

Hi, Carol.

Just thought I'd drop in and see if I
could be of any help.

I've got it under control.

At least it's only for two weeks.

We're very lucky.

Don't be so uptight.

Christ, it's only your mother.

Only my mother.

We won't be able to carry on as usual.

I understand that, Carol.

You got any yogurt?

I mean it, Anna.

We can't let my mother know.

I mean, how things are.

Don't you think she'd understand? I
mean, after all, this is 1974.

Look, in 1963, Mrs. Tom Robinson, my
mother, won the

Domicile Beautiful Magazine Award as
Young Housewife of that year.

1963, that's where my mother's head is.

You got any grape jam?

This sugar 1963

suburban Cincinnati

That's how my mother feels about holy
matrimony

Anyway, Pop was killed in that train
wreck in 71.

She's been alone ever since.

She's 37 years old?

I bet she's had a lot of bed partners.

I'd be happy if she did.

Anna, I swear, I don't know why you're
not 300 pounds.

Hey, come on, we better get home. I want
everything to be ready. Believe me.

Well, it's not much, but it's home.

Welcome, Jennifer Robinson.

Did you have a good trip, Mama?

I'll put your things in your room.

Oh, you're more beautiful than ever,
Carol.

I'm happy, Mama. You're lucky to have a
man like Eddie, someone who loves you.

I can see why my baby's happy, having a
big hunk of man like this all to

herself.

I hope you don't mind if I call you
Jennifer.

You're far too young and pretty for me
to call Mom.

Smells delicious.

Just like when I was little.

You should see the apple pies I baked
this afternoon.

You'll be a big hit with Anna. You saw
the way she stuffed herself today.

I like her.

Mama, why don't you get married again?

You're young and pretty.

But why get married?

Well, I don't know.

But you like to bake and you like to
cook.

Oh, I don't think I'd ever get married
again, even if I found another man.

I'd probably just go off and live with
them for a while, as long as it lasted.

Why shouldn't it last? That sounds
cynical.

Carol, even nice things don't last.

What is that heavenly fragrance?

That's Anna and her husband.

I think I'm going to have an orgasm.

And the one with the leer is Hungry's
old man, Pete.

Oh, my God, that's good.

Guess what I have here?

It's a copy of the letter that the
national magazine, Domicile Beautiful,

to my mother in 1963, nominating her as
the young American housewife for that

year. Oh, you once pleasant child. You
don't embarrass me in public by reading

that letter.

Go ahead. Come on, read it. Oh, look how
red she's getting.

Oh, my goodness.

I always do when I drink too much wine.

Well, you notice I'm standing close by,
waiting.

Well, don't fall down, else that beast
will be right on top of you.

I think my mother is getting drunk.

I'll reserve the reading until sometime
when she's more sober.

I'm going to bed. Good night.

Never horn me.

You mean my mother turns you on? I'm hot
as a firecracker.

Hey, come on, my mother.

She's feeling no pain. She'll just fall
right down into bed.

I hate to leave her alone.

Well, she ain't no kid.

But she's still got a lot of juice left
in her, I'll tell you that.

You know, her tits intrigue me.

She never wears a bra.

Yeah.

You know, we were sitting there and her
old tits were crying from my mouth.

Yeah.

Can't we get off the subject of my
mother's tits?

Don't be so sensitive. Haven't you ever
seen your mama naked?

I don't remember.

I bet you even sucked her tit.

You did suck your mama's tit, didn't
you?

I don't know.

I bet you did.

I bet you could remember if you
concentrated real hard.

Let's get her comfortable.

She'll concentrate better if she was
riding a chair.

You can remember sucking your mama's
tit, letting your tongue play

around the rosette, feeling the nipple
get hard and firm, and

then putting your lips around it, your
tongue still touching the tip, and then

drawing on it, drawing and sucking,
sucking and drawing until you

get milk.

You remember getting milk, baby?
Remember?

Remember?

Drawing warm, dicky, sweet milk.

Dicky, warm, lovely milk. Right from
your mama's tit.

Oh, you're a hot bitch, aren't you?

Yes, yes.

Oh, yes.

I'll bet your old lady is just as hot,
juicy as you are.

And I ain't gonna be happy till I pour
my juice to your mama.

Just like I...

No!

You wanted to go shopping by yourself
today.

How was she feeling this morning?

She seemed fine.

She sure can bake.

My ma's the world's worst.

Mama was always good at anything she
did.

Anything.

Mrs. Robinson.

Oh, Pete, you startled me.

I'm sorry I'm all alone here.

I like you, Mrs. Robinson.

I like you too, Pete. You're a nice boy.

No. Well, you liked the first one just
fine.

Come on, how about another?

That wouldn't be right.

Of course it would be right.

What about Anne? Isn't she enough for
you?

You're kidding.

me out of my bird.

Please.

Please.

I want

to feel your insides around me, baby.

And pump my juice into you.

I've got to admit, she's got me hot,
too. My mother?

Mm -hmm.

There's just something about her.

She's sexy.

I can't eat any more of this.

My ma taught me it's a sin to throw away
food.

Mama, your bags are packed.

Why are your bags packed?

I have to go home, Carol.

But why, Mama?

I just can't stay. It wouldn't be right.

Was it something Eddie did?

Pete?

What did he do? Did he insult you?

It's better for everyone if I just go.

Quietly.

Mama, Pete and Anna and Eddie and I,

we're a foursome.

I don't want to be a source of trouble
between Anna and Pete.

Mama, you're not listening.

The four of us are very close friends.

Pete screws me.

With Anna and Eddie in the same room.

They're screwing too, Mama.

They're screwing each other.

And there are other combinations too
numerous to mention.

You're a swinger, my little girl.

My baby is a husband swamper.

Mama, I can tell you now.

I'm a very hot, horny girl.

I discovered that in high school.

After I married Eddie and we moved
here... Wasn't he horny enough

for you?

Yes, Mama.

He's ready at the drop of a pair of
panties.

The day Anna and Pete moved in next
door, Pete began to drop in

while Letty was at work.

It was nice.

Very nice.

Till Letty walked in on us one day.

What did they do, fight over you?

No.

It was very civilized.

We called Anna in and told her.

Then we decided that since we were all
attracted to each other, we could share

each other.

Without jealousy, without anxiety.

Mama, the boys would be very
disappointed if you left. So would Anna.

And I'd be very unhappy.

I feel as if you disapproved of me.

I couldn't face the others after we've
had this discussion.

I won't say a word, Mama.

Okay, baby.

Just...

Well, give me a little time to get used
to the idea.

What can I do for you?

Mrs. Mullet?

Mrs. Mullet isn't in at the moment.

Well, I'm the delivery boy from the
supermarket.

I'll take the delivery.

I've got to collect $36 .20.

I'll pay it.

Come right here.

20 cents, 20, 30, 5, 6, and this is for
you.

Thank you.

Are you warm enough?

You should be wearing a coat on a cold
day like this.

Thanks.

Cocoa.

Please, have some cocoa. It'll warm you.

It'll keep you warm for a long time.

I really don't have any time. It'll only
take a minute.

Well, I wish I could, but I gotta go.

An order, wait, an order.

You can put an order in for me, can't
you?

Five pounds of, oh,

a pencil, wait, a pencil, a paper.

Unbleached flour.

Five pounds of granulated sugar.

Apples.

Green apples.

Five pounds.

And a quart of heavy cream.

That'll do it.

But I want you to deliver it, okay?

I'll deliver it.

Thank you.

Mmm.

That's delicious.

Mmm. Delicious.

It's past my bedtime.

I think I'll say goodnight now.

Hey.

How about our wine?

I thought we had a date. I had enough
wine last night to last me, thank you.

Good night, Mama.

What are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing?

Yeah, but you know I can't help
hollering when you do that.

So holler.

Well, what about your ma?

I decided to stop worrying about my ma.

It would do her good to hear.

I'm coming. I'm coming.

It's hard

I'm coming.

It was my turn last night.

It's your turn tonight.

We're just going to split you right up
the middle, baby.

So be ready.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Oh, God.

Oh, yes.

Eddie Hunter.

Just put them right here.

$5 .80.

$7? That's an awfully big tip for a $5
order.

Thank you.

Would you like some pie and coffee?

Your mama must really be something.

When we got home, Pete couldn't keep his
mouth shut about how your ma had

drained his crank case.

Slept right through the alarm this
morning.

Limped around with backache and leg
cramps until he left for work.

You have the same effect on him.

He's always gimping around with leg
cramps and sore kidneys after you've

finished with him.

Probably like mother like daughter or
something like that.

Just part of our hidden charm.

Hey, listen, I'd better get going. I
wouldn't want to get canned on that job

have, huh?

Please, wait a second.

I want you to have this.

Why?

Because I... I just want you to have it.

Please try it on.

You know, I needed something.

Hey, listen, I better get going, huh?

Well, my name's Ken Pauling. I live at
number nine Corbett Lane.

A hired room.

I'd really be happy if you'd drop by
sometime to see me.

Jennifer. Jennifer Grove.

I don't know why I told you Grove.

That was my name a long time ago.

Before I was 17.

Maybe... Maybe it's because you make me
feel the way... The way I did then.

Goodbye, Jennifer.

And Jennifer Grove.

was up before either Eddie or me.

She got breakfast ready and bounced out
the door, full of zing, before we even

staggered out of bed.

Disgusting.

I'll bet she'll even have a cream pie
for us tonight.

Hope so, anyway.

She sure makes cream pies like I never
tasted.

Hey!

The boys have bowling tonight.

Why don't we take your mama to
Shandaras?

Why not?

Mama's education shouldn't be neglected
at this late date.

Let's get our coat.

You mean we're going like this? We'll
freeze our asses off.

Shandara does not receive anyone in
tainted clothes.

And this is untainted?

Pure silk.

Untainted. Tainted clothing interferes
with the vibrations.

You said she was married to three men at
the same time?

Each of them lives a ways away.

They visit only by invitation.

In untainted silk?

In untainted silk.

Come on.

I am Shandara.

I am happy to welcome you.

You have brought Shandara a true
bahadaya.

Such vibrations I haven't felt for
almost seven years.

You're very sexual, madam.

You're capable of giving exquisite
pleasure.

Follow me.

I think she likes your vibrations.

She doesn't exactly hate my tits either.

We have achieved contemplative serenity.

We are now ready to accept the exquisite
pleasures of each other's vibrations.

In Kali's name, I've never felt such
vibrations.

Oof.

Oh. Oh.

I breathe.

Hmm.

Boy, did Shandara ever go for my mother.

And your mama gave her as good as she
got.

Yeah, they almost turned each other
inside out.

Yeah, everybody goes for mama.

They always did.

I sort of feel like I'm in her shadow.

Again.

I'm Mrs. Fields, your neighbor from
apartment 3B.

Won't you come in, Mrs. Fields?

I thought it was about time that we got
to know each other better.

Much better.

Can I offer you some coffee?

And my mother's cake?

Your mother?

Oh, yes, she's here on a visit.

Mrs. Fields, this is my mother, Mrs.
Robinson.

That's your mother.

What do you do, Mrs. Robinson?

Just call me Jenny.

My friends call me Carrie.

My, what a beautiful mother you have.

When my brats grow up, I should only
look half as good as you do.

Let's have some coffee and cake.

Ken, do you have a girl?

I mean, a steady girl.

I'm married.

About a year ago, she ran away with a
friend of mine.

Took every cent we saved.

I fell apart, I guess.

Couldn't hold down any kind of steady
job.

I was a mess. I guess I still am.

Ken, may I hold your hand?

What are we going to do about Carrie
Fields?

Mrs. Fields? What's wrong with her?

Nothing, except she's getting strong
vibes from us.

So let's have her in one night. Give her
the full treatment.

Pretty good legs.

I'll bet she's a hot one.

Nice small tits.

Her old man probably balls her once a
week.

That means she's horny.

I suggest we have Mrs. Fields in as soon
as possible.

before anything happens to Cooner off.

Not much, is it?

Four walls.

A roof.

A place to shut out the world for a
time.

Nice place you have here.

It was really nice of you to invite me.

Especially tonight.

It's Sam's night to go.

I have somebody I want you to meet.
Peter?

Peter Winton.

Mrs. Fields.

This is my best girlfriend's husband.

mullet.

It was your husband I was most anxious
to meet.

Oh, yes, you must meet Edward.

Oh, yes.

Oops, my goodness, they're fucking
harder.

Oh, yes, I do believe they are.

You must think I spend all my time
fingering you.

I love it.

I just want to find out everything about
you.

I want to search out every nook and
cranny about you.

Yes.

Where did you spend the day?

Walking in the park.

It's starting to snow again.

Mama.

Is all this too much for you?

You mean the pleasure?

I suppose I should lie to you now.

Tell you I'm repelled by it.

I should urge you, my child.

Towards a life of monogamy But I can't
Because I love it

Carol I Love every spasm

Every quiver Every

orgasm I Am your daughter

There's no doubt about that

Jennifer, I've got a chance for a job on
the West Coast.

Would you... Would you go there with me?

What about Carol?

I'm asking you to go with me.

Why me?

Where do I start?

You're exciting.

Carol's not exciting.

Carol's exciting, too.

But you've flipped me out.

Two cream pies.

Tell you what.

I have some stew meat at home.

I'll make my specialty beef stew. I'll
bring it here. We'll eat it. And we'll

have cream pies for dessert.

Great. Do you have enough for the five
of us? Oh, sure.

You won't need for five. I won't be here
tonight.

My bags are ready. They're in my room.

Would you get them for me, darling, and
call a taxi, please?

Yeah.

Wasn't that the supermarket delivery
boy?

Mama, you're much older than he is.

So I'll enjoy it while it lasts.

Nothing is permanent, baby, nothing.

But why?

Why are you leaving with this guy?

You're wanted here very much.

You all want me.

But he needs me.

I love you, baby.

I know that, Mama.

As a matter of fact, I love you all.

Perhaps too much.

Well, at least we still have her pies
anybody want a piece I Wonder

why maybe we were pushing her too hard

She

left because of me

Mama knew that We were developing
feelings about

each other Feelings

Always there under different guises

Feelings that neither one of

us could handle

They once came to the surface.

I understand, Carol.

They'd never understand.

My goodness.

There's no reason to be so depressed.

Not with all that pie sitting there
cooling.

Not to mention the fact that we have at
our fingertips the daughter of the young

American housewife.

If

she

could only bake.