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♪ I wish I had a dollar for ♪

♪ Each time I took a chance ♪

♪ On all those two-bit Romeos ♪

♪ Who counterfeit romance ♪

♪ Somehow always thinking of ♪

♪ The last time I fell down ♪

♪ Knowing that you'll fall in love ♪

♪ Once upon ♪

♪ A town ♪

♪ Down through the ages ♪

♪ All of the sages ♪

♪ Said don't spend your wages on love♪

♪ There's graft and collusion ♪

♪ Avoid the intrusion ♪

♪ And preceding foreclosures ♪

♪ There's overexposure ♪

♪ Down at the crossroads ♪

♪ A question is posed ♪

♪ The bridge is washed out and the highway's closed ♪

♪ Got a good reason ♪

♪ Firmly believe ♪

♪ Love was designed to exploit and deceive ♪

♪ And there's an addendum ♪

♪ Whenever you send them ♪

♪ That red ball that beats in your chest ♪

♪ You will see ♪

♪ It's simple addition ♪

♪ It keeps with tradition ♪

♪ Don't spend your wages on love ♪

♪ Take any burg, any city or town ♪

♪ Just get on Main Street and drive all the way down ♪

♪ You see, love has a graveyard ♪

♪ An orchard for those ♪

♪ That fell on their sabres ♪

♪ And paid through the nose ♪

♪ Your shovel's a shot glass ♪

♪ Dig your own hole ♪

♪ Bury what's left of your miserable soul ♪

♪ Down through the ages ♪

♪ All of the sages ♪

♪ Said don't spend your wages on love ♪ ♪ Don't spend your wages on love ♪

♪ There's graft and collusion ♪

♪ Avoid the intrusion ♪

♪ And preceding foreclosure ♪

♪ There's overexposure ♪

- ♪ Down at the crossroads ♪ - ♪ Down at the crossroads ♪

♪ A question is posed ♪

♪ The bridge is washed outs ♪

♪ And the highway's closed ♪

♪ I can clearly see nothing is clear ♪

♪ I keep falling apart every year ♪

♪ Let's take a hammer to it ♪

♪ There's no glamour in it ♪

♪ Is there any way out of this dream? ♪

Wish I was going someplace really wonderful, you know?

Oh, not me, I'm glad I'm going home.

Maggie, it's the Fourth of July weekend. It's the big weekend.

I hate weekends.

Do you know the kind of pressure I'm under to make something happen?

I know.

And then, once in a while, something really happens, right?

Yeah.

Maybe I'll go out and brave the night, find myself a real man.

Yeah.

You mean, the man who'll make all your dreams come true?

That's the guy! You know him?

You know, I've been looking for him my whole life.

Maybe that's why I've been married four times. Uh!

What are you looking at so hard, honey?

Grey hairs.

Oh, my hair's getting a little thin.

Uh! Big deal!

Virility! Y. A. Tittle time.

- Hank? - Yeah?

- Will you step out here a minute, please? - Coming, Moe.

Yeah?

Hank, are we partners or are we partners?

Of course we're partners.

Well, then tell me what the hell this is?

It's an elephant. What do you mean?!

It's a ruby ring. I got it at Caesar's Palace for a song.

Yeah, I know it's a ruby ring. This week it's a ruby ring.

Last week you put a '59 Cadillac in the crusher because you felt like it.

I mean, what are we doing here?

You know, Moe, that was a great moment in American history.

We destroyed the ugliest car ever built, that's what we did.

What's the name of this place? Reality Wrecking.

- I never liked that name, Moe. - Yeah, Reality Wrecking, Hank.

- Reality, you know? - You're right, yeah.

You know, Moe, you're starting to take the junk business too serious...

Hey, happy Fourth of July, Moe!

I won! I won! I got it!

Yay!

Go away. Shoo!

♪ Here comes the bride ♪

♪ And there goes the groom ♪

♪ Looks like a hurricane went through this room ♪

♪ Smells like a pool hall ♪

♪ Where's my other shoe ♪

♪ And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you ♪

♪ Looks like you spent the night in a trench ♪

Anybody home?

Oh, Frannie?

♪ And tell me ♪

♪ How long have you been combing your hair with a wrench? ♪

♪ The roses are dead ♪

♪ And the violets are too ♪

♪ And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you ♪

♪ I've told you before ♪

♪ I won't tell you again ♪

♪ You don't defrost the icebox with a ballpoint pen ♪

Hello, bird.

♪ This railroad apartment ♪

♪ Is held together with glue ♪

♪ And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you ♪

Hi, Hildie. Nice evening.

♪ Because I know I've been swindled ♪

♪ I never bargained for this ♪

♪ And what's more you never cared about me ♪

♪ Why don't you get your own place? ♪

♪ So you can live like you do ♪

♪ And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you ♪

- What are you doing? - I'm cooking.

Special anniversary dinner.

- What are so you dressed up for? - I thought you said we were going out.

I thought you said you were tired of going out.

I said I was tired of eating, not going out.

Oh, well...

Forget it.

♪ Take all your relatives ♪

♪ And all of your shoes ♪

♪ Believe me I'll really swing when you're gone ♪

♪ I'll be livin' on chicken and wine ♪

♪ After we're through ♪

I'm sorry.

That's okay. Just misunderstood you, that's all.

I've got to practise now.

Okay.

Look, don't hug me. I don't feel like being hugged right now.

All right, I'm not hugging you.

Just... just give me some room.

You want some room? You can have the whole damn house.

Hey! I don't need that much room.

You know...

Hank we made love last night for the first time in two weeks.

- Oh, really? - Really?

I was there too, remember?

- Oh, were you? - Yeah.

Some coincidence.

Didn't you want to?

- Last night? - Yeah.

I don't know. I thought, well, you know,

Frannie wants to.

Well, I didn't.

But I figured we might never do it again, so if Hank wants to, I'll go ahead.

Come on, Frannie, you didn't do it for me.

You don't do anything for me.

A lot times I don't feel like making love, Hank, and I do it for you.

Oh, really? That's great, Frannie.

Thank you. That's terrific. What are you, the Red Cross?

Life has to be more than this.

You know, if this is it, it's not enough.

What do you want from me? I'm not the social director around here.

I'm not here to entertain you.

I know. All right, don't get upset.

I'm not upset.

Just sometimes you piss me off, that's all.

Well, sometimes you piss me off too and I don't start yelling at you.

I'm not yelling!

I'm not even shouting.

Hank, let's not fight.

Jesus.

Please.

Honey, let's just promise

To never ever fight ever again, okay?

You promise?

I promise.

Seal it with a kiss.

Wait a second. I'll be right back.

Why don't you forget it this time?

Maybe we'll have a kid.

We're not even married.

- I'm sick of going out to eat. - Trust me, honey, I know best.

Oh...

By the way, happy anniversary.

Happy anniversary.

You know, when I first met you, Hank, I thought...

This is not the guy for me.

No way.

You didn't look like him. You didn't talk like him.

You weren't him.

"Him"?

You know. Prince Charming.

But I started to like you anyway.

And then I started to love you. 'Cause you were nice.

Nice?

Yeah, you were nice.

You were really nice.

I thought maybe you'd change a little, and I would change a little.

We'd both get together, and everything would be all right.

But you haven't changed.

And you're not even nice anymore.

What about you, Frannie?

You used to shave your legs all the time.

Now you don't shave them for weeks.

When we first started going out together,

You really took good care of yourself, you know.

You were very appetising.

But now...

Ha! What do you mean, "now"? What about yourself?

You used to have a pretty good build, you know.

You did. Now you're starting to look like...

An egg.

- Egg? - Yes, an egg.

If I was putting on a few pounds, you could have said somethin'.

Why didn't you say somethin'?

Because, frankly, you never listen to anything I say anyway.

That's because you've got nothin' to say.

Oh, yes? I have something to say. I have lots to say!

I have lots to say! I've got plenty to say!

That's great. You're really saying something now. Terrific.

- Where you goin'? - For a little ride.

Oh, great. Run away. That's what you're good at.

Boy, that's it! I'm leaving!

Terrific. There she goes, folks. Off again.

Coping again with Frannie.

- Know what you're good at? - No, and I can't wait to hear.

Being boring. You are so boring. You have forgotten how to live.

Well, I'm gonna get out of here before I become just like you.

Goodbye, Miss Bora-Bora.

You know, Frannie, you're full of shit.

Yeah.

You're always talking about paradise, but when you get there,

It's still gonna be you and all your shit walking along the beach.

Oh, no, no, not all my shit. Because you won't be with me!

You're damn right I won't be with you, 'cause I'll be here taking care of business!

'Cause I'm solid, not some flaco like you.

Flaco? I'm a flaco? What are you, a rock?

You never go nowhere, you never do nothing,

You just sit there, like some broken piece of junk.

Until some flaco comes along and gives you a good swift kick in the ass!

I should've walked out on you a long time ago.

Yeah, well, you're not walking out on me.

I'm walking out on you, assface!

- No, you're not. - Yes, I am.

Watch me walk, here I go.

'Cause this time it's over, Hank. This time it is really over.

I'll tell you a little secret. I knew it was over last New Year's Eve,

When I didn't want to kiss you at midnight.

I wanted to kiss what's-her-name, the tall blonde.

Yeah, I know thc tall blondc.

I didn't want to kiss you either.

- I wanted to kiss Moe. - Moe?

Yes, Moe. Your best friend, Moe. He followed me into the bathroom.

He had my blouse half off, his ton9ue down my throat.

- And I was enjoying it. - You kissed Moe?

- Don't come near me. Don't touch me. - You whore!

And don't you call me a whore, you hypocritical son of a bitch!

You called that tall blonde the next day too, didn't you?

And you slept with her. And I knew.

That was nothin'.

Just a little somethin'. Besides, I didn't want to hurt ya.

You're so low! You're the lowest!

I don't know how I ever fell in love with you in the first place!

Come on, Frannie.

Come on back.

All right. If this is how you want it,

This is how you're gonna get it.

Hey, knock it off, huh? Leave your private matters where they belong,

Not out here in public.

Hey, Frannie, come on. What are you doing?

Goodbye.

You'll be back, you know that?

You're gonna be back! You're gonna regret that!

Hello.

- Hello. - Hi, Angela. Moe here.

- Moe? - Yeah.

Moe you, Moe me, Moe life, Moe love.

Angela, is it true that you're just after me for my body?

I've been wanting to ask you that a long time.

Moe, I just thought you were after me for my body.

-Yeah. - Wanna come over later?

Sure, my cosmically beautiful cream puff.

- Did you ever kiss Frannie? - What?

Angela, I'd better call you back.

Yeah.

Did I ever what?

What happened with you and Frannie last New Year's Eve?

Uh... New Year's Eve? Jesus. I don't remember that.

She said you were kissing her in the bathroom.

Oh, yeah.

Well, I mean...

No. Nothing happened.

No, it was just a New Year's kiss. You know.

- New Year's kiss? - Yeah. lt was New Year's Eve.

Everybody was kissing everybody. You even tried to kiss me.

- She said you had her blouse off. - She said that?

- Yeah. - I don't remember nobody...

I don't remember her blouse being off.

Did you unbutton her blouse, or did she take it off?

- She didn't take her blouse off. - She didn't?

No, it was a misunder... Uh, uh...

- I don't remember. Wait a minute. - Hey, man, you're my best friend.

If I can't trust you, who am I gonna trust?

Look, nothing happened on New Year's Eve, okay?

- Let's leave it at that. - Yeah, I bet nothing happened.

Hey, wait a minute. What's wrong with you?

Something happened in the bathroom. Everybody was drinking, having a good...

I don't believe you, you know that? I think you're a snake.

Hey, don't call me no snake, man.

If you want to start calling names, what about Jan Morehouse?

- Jan Morehouse? - Yeah, I never did bring that up to you.

- That was different. - What was different about it?

- You didn't love her. - Don't tell me who I love.

She was just a good-time girl. Besides, I didn't want to hurt ya.

Didn't want to hurt me? So both of you hurt me in my bed

While I'm out getting pizza like an idiot?

Come on. Don't want to hurt me. Hey, forget it.

- Hey, you forget it. - No, you forget it!

Comin' over here with all that bullshit.

That was three years ago, Moe.

Yeah, but it was like yesterday to me.

It was six months ago when I kissed Frannie too.

Kissed Frannie. That bitch. I don't believe women sometimes, man.

She was comin' on with me, for Christ's sake.

Really busted me.

- I'm sorry, Moe. - Yeah, well, I'm sorry too.

Sorry I got mad at you.

- What's the matter? You all right? - I can't breathe, man.

I feel sick.

- Are you okay? - Frannie and I busted up.

This time it's for good, Maggie. I swear it.

Come on, honey. People make up, they break up.

Nobody's perfect.

Listen, you still got your health, okay?

- Yeah. - Everything's gonna be okay.

Frannie, you don't have to be strong for me.

I'm your friend, dopey. You want to fall apart? You want to cry?

Go ahead. Fall apart. You'll feel better.

Maggie, I don't want to fall apart, okay?

Listen. Would you like me to tell you the truth?

No, I don't want to hear the truth either.

The truth is you're a very lucky lady.

Hank is absolutely a great guy.

Okay, so he's a little stingy.

- He's a stick-in-the-mud. - You guys are gonna be fine.

Hank's wonderful. He's a little cheap, but he's wonderful.

Don't make me puke.

- Frannie. - What?!

You're gonna be fine. I promise you. You're gonna be just fine.

Maybe if you had a good cry, you'd feel better.

Why don't you just get it off your chest and cry?

I don't want to cry. I don't want to cry.

I really don't. If you want to cry, you cry. Go ahead.

You know I want to cry.

I want to cry so bad, but I haven't cried in so many years, Frannie.

I don't even know if I can cry.

- Do you know how hard it is for me? - Maggie.

- Oh, God. I'm such a wreck! - Maggie, I want to live.

This is what I want. I want to go out with a bunch of guys.

- I want erotic things to happen. - Frannie, you're out of your mind.

I want to go to paradise. I want to do lots of things.

Susan Hayward in I Want to Live. Viva Las Vegas!

I wake up in some strange fuckin' apartment.

I don't know where I am. I'm going out with this guy tonight.

I don't want to go out with this guy. I go. I cry and I go.

I always go.

He has such a nerve, Frannie. He calls me always at the last minute.

Then he tells me I should take a cab over to his house at this hour.

Goodnight. Lucky I'm crazy about him.

- Frannie, are you gonna be all right? - Yeah.

You promise me? Will you put the chain on the door?

- Oh, God! - I'll put the chain on the door.

Oh, God.

Goddamn it.

♪ Old boyfriends ♪

♪ Lost in the pocket of your overcoat ♪

♪ Like burned-out lightbulbs on a Ferris wheel ♪

♪ Old boyfriends ♪

♪ You remember the kinds of cars they drove ♪

♪ Parking in an orange grove ♪

Sorry there ain't no mayonnaise for the tuna fish.

That's all we got.

I gotta run. I gotta meet the two girls at the Flamingo.

- I'm gonna call you in a half an hour. - Thanks, pal. Thanks for everything.

You've got the TV and some grass in the desk.

I'll see you about, uh... I'll call you in a half an hour.

Okay. Thank you, Moe. Have a good time.

I love you, man. I'll see ya later.

Oh, Jesus.

♪ We fell in love, you see ♪

♪ With someone that we used to be ♪

♪ Though I very seldom think of you ♪

♪ Nevertheless ♪

♪ Sometimes a mannequin's blue summer dress ♪

♪ Can make a window ♪

♪ Like a dream ♪

♪ But now those dreams belong to someone else ♪

♪ Now they talk in their sleep in a drawer where I keep ♪

♪ All my old boyfriends ♪

♪ Girls fill up the bars every spring ♪

♪ Dark places for remembering ♪

♪ All your old ♪

♪ Boyfriends ♪

♪ Broken bicycles ♪

♪ Old busted chains ♪

♪ Rusted handlebars out in the rain ♪

♪ Somebody must have an orphanage for ♪

♪ All these things that nobody wants anymore ♪

♪ September's reminding July ♪

♪ It's time to be saying goodbye ♪

♪ Summer is gone ♪

♪ But our love will remain ♪

♪ Like old, broken bicycles ♪

♪ Out in the rain ♪

I don't care anymore. I don't care anymore.

You see me? I don't care.

♪ Let's take a hammer to it ♪

♪ There's no glamour in it ♪

♪ Is there any way out of this dream? ♪

What is it gonna be?

The window?

It's gonna be Bora-Bora.

You know, in the South Pacific. It's an island.

Bora-Bora doesn't look like that.

It doesn't, huh?

Not at all. That's not the colour of the sky.

- You've been there? - Many times.

- You have? - Yeah. The sky's a different blue.

I've been to Tahiti, Bora-Bora, Pago Pago.

It's a different colour. Don't you think?

I don't know. I mean, I've never been there myself.

I just make the window. From pictures.

You know, every time I walk by here

I look at your window and I say to myself,

"What am I doing in this place? Why am I not there?"

That's funny, 'cause that's what I think when I make the windows.

I should be there doing the hula.

You know, I see you all the time.

You do?

Yeah. I work right up the street playing the piano.

You play the piano?

Oh, that's great.

I sing too.

That's nice.

Would you like to come hear me sing tonight?

Me?

Uh...

- Maggie, you see this guy? - No, I'm blind.

Gorgeous but dangerous.

- Oh... Hi. - I'm on at ten, then at twelve.

I can leave your name at the door. What's your name?

My name? Oh, I don't do that.

- I... I've, uh... - I'm so exhausted.

Maybe...

Tonight is gonna be a very special night. Really great.

Frannie, if we're gonna go shopping, we gotta go now.

It's a holiday. The stores close early.

Be bold! It's the Fourth of July.

- Happy birthday, America. - You're an interesting guy.

I try to stay away from interesting guys, though.

- Why? - Well, they're dangerous.

- Are you dangerous? - Come hear me sing and find out.

Stop. Hold it.

- What? - I forgot the address. Here.

- I can't do this. I just can't. - Why not? Give me a good reason.

- I just shouldn't. - Why? Are you married? Engaged?

- Living in sin? Huh? - No.

- Frannie, take the matches. - All right. Come on. Take it.

It's gonna be nice, all right? See you at twelve?

- Susan Hayward, you're gonna live. - Twelve o'clock.

- Yes. - Okay?

Twelve o'clock.

- He's - gorgeous. I know.

- I'm in a coma. - Hey, what's your name?

- My name is Frannie. I like to dance. - You're crazy.

I'm Ray. I like to dance too.

We're gonna get killed. Will you come on?

- I'm gonna dance with him. - So you'll dance with him.

What's the big deal about a little argument?

My folks were always fighting, but they knew they loved each other.

They were together. Nowadays you just move on.

Ain't nobody committed to nothin' except having a good time.

Will you stop whining, Hank? I'm about Frannied out already.

You know what's wrong with America, don't ya?

- What? - It's the light.

- The light? What's wrong with it? - There's no more secrets.

It's now all tinsel. It's phoney bullshit, man. Nothing's real.

Hey, hey, hey, look.

- Wow. Think she's real? - She's gorgeous.

I don't believe this. What is it, the circus or what?

Maybe it's a commercial.

Oh, my God. I think she's looking at us.

Act natural and keep smiling.

Who's she lookin' at, you or me?

She ain't looking at me. She must be looking at you.

Ooh, mais oui.

She's looking at you.

- Think so? - Yeah.

Move over. Let's see. Move over.

- Be subtle. - Well, you know.

Leila!

- She's cute. - Leila!

I must be out of my mind!

Uh-oh, we got a family quarrel.

I think I'm in love, Moe.

Hey, hey, hey, now's your chance. We got 30 seconds.

You all right?

- Got a light? - Sure, sure.

You wanna...

You know, you got a real... You got a nice build.

I mean, I...

I think you're a nice person.

You have beautiful... beautiful eyes.

You've got a lovely family.

You wanna meet me nine o'clock at the Fremont?

You kiddin'? Really?

I'll meet you anywhere. I'll meet you at the Brooklyn Bridge.

It's the old man.

What she say?

I think she said...

She said meet her at the Fremont at nine o'clock.

You mean, she told you that?

- That's what she said. - You son of a gun. You did it.

The most highly implausible thing I've ever seen in my life.

Fantastic!

That's bold, man. That's the way you gotta do it.

- The pants are a little tight. - They're supposed to be tight.

- You can see my equipment. - Sexy. It's all right, man.

- You're making a statement here. - I'm sayin' something.

You're saying something. You've been out of circulation a long time.

The women are liberated now. They're coming on strong.

And you gotta come on strong. That's great. Hey!

- Moves, Moe. Moves. - Look at this. Hey.

You know, it was the Fourth of July, five years ago today?

So I was driving through the middle of the desert and my car broke down.

It was the Fourth of July.

People were swearing at me and throwing things at me.

All of a sudden, this guy comes out of nowhere in a tow truck and rescues me.

Took one look at her and said, "Watch out, this woman's gonna be trouble."

I should have known better. Then she starts telling me her life story.

So he starts reading me poetry. It turns out he didn't even write this poetry,

Which was pretty good.

His customer writes it. He keeps it around just to show women.

So then she looks up at me with this little clown face

And I'm really wishing I had written those poems.

Oh, yeah? Who wrote it? Leon, huh?

No. Fox.

Hank thinks that he understands women, but he doesn't.

Frannie, this is what I'm talking about. This is hot and sexy.

How do you wear these?

I don't think Frannie understands men.

In fact, I don't know any woman who really understands men.

- That depends on the woman. - Yeah.

- It's a little like a tuna fish. - Hank, come on.

You look great.

It's a masterpiece.

Great, Tony.

That's a very in look. You know what I mean?

His girlfriend thinks he's boring.

Oh, Frannie. Five years with Hank, and all you've got is time.

Honey, you didn't even wind up with a piece of real estate.

I know.

♪ I'm just a scarecrow without you ♪

♪ Baby, please don't disappear ♪

♪ I beg your pardon, dear ♪

♪ I got a bottle for a trumpet ♪

♪ And a hatbox for a drum ♪

♪ And I beg your pardon, dear ♪

♪ I got upsets ♪

♪ I lost my head ♪

♪ I didn't mean the things I said ♪

♪ You are the landscape of my dreams ♪

♪ Darling, I beg your pardon ♪

Hi, Hank.

So, uh...

What happened to your hair?

My hair?

I had it permed.

- Don't you like it? - Yeah.

- Yeah, I like it. - It's supposed to be more...

Just looks different, that's all.

It does, huh?

What are you doin' here, Hank?

I live here. Remember?

Yeah, I remember.

Taking the gong, huh?

Where you goin' in that dress?

To hell and back.

You'll probably get there in that dress. You know what that dress says, don't ya?

- What? - "Come and get me, boys. Eat me up."

Well, that's good, 'cause that's exactly what I'm saying.

I'm saying, "Come and get me, boys."

Taking a little trip?

Yeah. Maybe I am.

- Where you goin'? - Me? I'm going to paradise.

I'm not going roller-skating to Henderson, Nevada.

I'm not going to Reno, and I'm not going fishing in Lake Mead.

I am going to Bora-Bora and Tahiti.

I hear Bora-Bora's very exotic this time of the year.

- It's gonna be nice. - Why don't you shove Bora-Bora?

Hank...

Please. I'm not gonna wait for you to start living my life.

- No more! You'll be sorry. - What's happened? What's going on?

Stupid suitcase.

I'm not a pair of shoes, Hank.

What's going on? I mean, how did we get here, huh?

Me standing here watching you go down these steps

And not even trying to stop ya.

What do you think this means?

God.

I don't know what it means.

I guess it means it's over.

- Hello, beautiful. - Me?

Would you mind giving me a light for my cigar, please?

I have a light.

- I'll let you have it. - Thank you. Have a nice day.

You too.

Crazy people.

Maggie!

- What do you think of me? - What do I think of you?

I think that I'm exhausted. I think that you look gorgeous.

- You look like a hot tomato. - I do?

- Yeah. You smell familiar, though. - Not too much...

- You wearing my perfume? - A tiny bit.

- A tiny bit? That's $65 an ounce. - It's the Fourth of July and I thought...

- Where are you meeting him? - Huh?

- Where are you going? - The place he told me.

Oh, shit. I gave the match to the short guy I never saw before.

- I'll be back. - All right. Frannie...

Yeah. I play the piano. I sing too.

You wanna meet me nine o'clock at the Fremont?

- Hey. Remember me? - Yeah. Miriam.

No. Leslie.

Ooh! Oh!

Are you alone?

No. Somebody's meeting me.

- How many in your party? - Two.

- Buffet or dinner? - Dinner, please.

- Right here. - Thank you.

No funny stuff.

Set-up.

What does he mean by that?

Shit.

Hey. Hey, excuse me.

Ray?

- I'm Frannie. Remember? - Well, look at this.

You know, I've been thinking about you all day.

- You have, huh? - Yeah, I have.

Let me explain. You see, what happens is,

I sing once in a while, and the rest of the time...

- You're a waiter. - I'm a waiter. I'm a waiter.

That's all right. I was a waitress myself once.

In Florida for a long time.

Adam and Eve on a raft. Wreck 'em.

- Wreck two. Got ya, Deena. - Oh, no. She thinks I...

- I'm bothering you. I should go. - No, wait a minute. Don't go.

- Have a glass of wine. I'll join you. - Wine? I didn't order any wine.

- Would you like a club sandwich? - Yes, I'm starving.

There goes the crab leg. That's okay. Here.

- I'm glad to see you. - I'm glad to see you too.

To Bora-Bora and other romantic places.

- Isn't that my club sandwich there? - Not any more.

- Let me light the candle, okay? - Don't light this candle.

Why not? It's the Fourth of July. We gotta be happy!

- I'm happy I found you. - I'm happy I found you too.

Look, I was really gonna sing tonight,

But what happened was at the last minute, the owner pulled the plug.

You believe it? I had a real first-class act.

- What are you trying to do, Raymond? - That's show business.

- Madam, I'll take care of it. - Excuse me. Would you mind?

I'm trying to have a reunion here with my friend.

Really? I'm trying to have a coffee shop here, Raymond.

Excuse me. I think those are my waffles.

Waffles? We have plenty of waffles.

- You're getting me very mad, Raymond. - Can I have some horseradish here?

"Javeay."

- "Javeay." - It's Javier.

Raymond, why can't you be more like Javier?

He sings, but he's completely satisfied with being a waiter.

Are you listening to me? Horseradish, "Javeay."

You're through. You're washed up here.

You never could sing. You can't sing your way out of a paper bag.

- Horseradish. - Don't give it to me. Give it to him.

Look, I've never been treated so badly in a restaurant in all my life.

- I'm so sorry. - This place is the pits.

And you, my friend, wouldn't know a tit from a tortilla.

That should take care of the bill plus tip.

- Your service is terrible. - Whose fault is that?

- I think you just got fired. - That's okay. You inspire me.

Let's get out of here. I'll see you someday on the strip when I'm singing.

Yeah, save me some passes in the street.

- Fella, give me the lady's steak. - Fella? What am I, a fella?

I happen to own this joint. You bunch of cannibals.

Your hair looks different.

- Yeah. I had it curled. - You look very beautiful.

Thank you.

- So do you. - Thank you.

- This is like a dance floor, isn't it? - Mm-hm.

Oh, I love to dance.

- I used to dance. - Please sit, please.

Okay.

I guess it's goodbye, Vegas, for me.

- Really? You're really going? - Yeah.

- You see this lounge? - Yes.

It could have had a real class act.

Me. 'Cause I do only original material.

I had the best musicians in Vegas lined up.

- You're really going, huh? - Yeah.

- Well, where are you going? - I don't know.

Somewhere.

Like in the movie Casablanca.

- You remember? - Oh, yeah.

Humphrey Bogart.

- He was real cool. - Mm-hm.

He owned this swank club.

That could be me.

Maybe. Yeah.

You know, he lost the woman in the end of that movie.

- No, he didn't. - Yeah, he did.

He could have had her, but he gave her up for something greater.

- Yeah? What? - For freedom.

Freedom? Yeah.

He should have kept the girl. Wouldn't you?

We'll see.

- - I like that. You do?

Yes, it's good. Thank you.

♪ Meet me tonight ♪

♪ It's raining Cuban cigars ♪

"Cuban cigars"?

♪ Meet me tonight ♪

♪ And we'll make love where we are ♪

We'll see about that.

♪ Kiss me tonight ♪

♪ It's raining chateaubriand ♪

And Dom Pérignon.

♪ It's magic tonight ♪

♪ And you turn me on ♪

- Where are we going? - We're gonna dance.

- Wanna dance? - Okay.

- Can you tango? - A little bit.

Oh, yeah!

Olé!

Hey!

Olé!

Qué buena estás, mamá

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la! ♪

You can sing.

Uh!

- You dance divinely. - I know.

Whoo! Oh...

Oh!

- Whoo! - Olé!

Whoo!

Shit!

Leila, Leila.

She ain't gonna come. I know she ain't gonna come.

You like this hair?

Look, I didn't know, it wasn't my idea. I didn't know.

The guy said, "This is what they wear nowadays.

It's very in."

♪ Little Boy Blue come blow your horn ♪

♪ The dish ran away with the spoon ♪

♪ Home again, home again It's Saturday morn ♪

♪ He never gets up before noon ♪

♪ She used to render you legal and tender ♪

♪ When you used to send her your promises, boy ♪

♪ A dillar, a dollar unbutton your collar ♪

♪ And come out and holler out all of your noise ♪

♪ Little Boy Blue come blow your top ♪

♪ Cut it right down to the quick ♪

♪ Don't sit home and cry on the Fourth of July ♪

♪ Around now you're hittin' the bricks ♪

♪ Abracadabra now she's disappeared ♪

♪ Everything's Canada Dry ♪

♪ So wash your behaviour and rattle your cage ♪

♪ With a bottle of bourbon goodbye ♪

♪ Little Boy Blue lost Little Bo Peep ♪

♪ She fell through a hole in the nest ♪

♪ Now, ain't it peculiar ♪

♪ That she's finally cooled your big wheels like all the rest ♪

♪ Whenever it rains the umbrellas complain ♪

♪ They always get played for a chump ♪

♪ So mark it and strike it she's history now ♪

♪ And you're hanging out at the pumps ♪

Fifty-eight, 59, 60.

All right. I said the Fremont Hotel, nine o'clock.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Fremont Hotel.

Hey, Leila!

- You're still there, aren't you? - Yeah. I'd given up on you.

My father locked me into the bathroom for two hours.

Keep guessing.

We're in the old factory, and you're the night watchman.

No, not quite.

We're in the dungeon of the Marquis de Sade...

And I'm your prisoner.

- I wish you were. - Hey! No. Wait.

We're in the Taj Mahal, and this is your garden.

- Hey! I saw a shooting star! - Yeah. Did you make a wish?

This is the garden of the Taj Mahal.

You know the Taj Mahal was built for a woman?

Really?

This is where I come to think.

- You want a swig? - Yeah.

Mmm.

Ray.

- This is my friend's floor. - I wanna smoke this cigar here.

- Why don't you come with me? - Oh, I can't.

Come on, Frannie. Why can't you?

Come with me.

I can't.

- You're gonna have to tell me to go. - When are we gonna get going?

- You should go, Ray. - You really want me to?

I'd like to go with you, but my friend is waiting.

Come on. Come with me, huh?

- She should go home. - I'm on my knees.

- I can't. - I'm on my knees.

That's love.

Okay.

Okay. I'll do it. I'll go.

So...

Hi.

Hi.

You know, I was never gonna do it again.

But I wanna do it for you.

- You wait. - Please, do it for me.

Spotlight!

Drum roll!

For the first time, Los Trapeños!

Pah-pah-pah!

Pah-pah-pah.

Dah-dah!

Pah-pah-pah.

Pah-pah-pah.

Dah-dah-dah.

Hey, be careful! Those are high-tension wires.

Bravo!

Moe's not gonna believe this one.

I'll tell you that.

I call this "Used Carlotta".

Bravo!

- You'd better catch me. - I got ya.

My place.

It's nice.

Can I ask you a personal question?

Personal?

Yeah.

I guess so.

Do you fall in love a lot?

No.

In high school, we used to go to the drive-ins.

- It must have been so sexy. - Wanna go to a drive-in?

- Yeah. Very sexy. - You could have a boyfriend.

It's kinda cool, isn't it? It gets kinda cool here in the desert.

Want some of this blanket?

- You never went to high school? - No.

Listen. Did you ever have a boyfriend?

- Ever went to the drive-in? - No.

Want some music? No.

What do you want? Tell you what I want.

♪ Say, have you seen the carioca ♪

♪ It's not a fox-trot or a polka ♪

♪ It has a little bit of new rhythm ♪

♪ Of blue rhythm that sighs ♪

♪ It has a metre that is tricky ♪

♪ A bit of wicked wacky-wicky ♪

♪ But when you dance it with a new love ♪

♪ There'll be true love in his eyes ♪

♪ You'll dream of the new carioca ♪

♪ It's theme is a kiss and a sigh ♪

♪ You'll dream of the new carioca ♪

♪ When music and lights are gone and we're saying goodbye ♪

♪ Two heads together they say are better than one ♪

♪ Two heads together that's how this dance is begun ♪

♪ Two arms around you and lips that sigh I'm yours and you are mine ♪

Frannie.

- What are you doing? - It's nothing.

- Just a little something. - I knew it.

I knew it! I knew!

Ray's.

No, no, Maggie.

Maggie's, Maggie's.

No, no. Oh...

Maggie's, Maggie's.

- Yes. - Hello.

Hello, hello.

Yeah. It's me.

Maggie, Maggie, let me talk to her.

- Frannie. Is Frannie there, huh? - Frannie...

Well, wake her up, wake her up. I gotta... I gotta talk to her.

I gotta talk to her quick. Come on... What?

Look, it's me, Hank! It's Hank fucking Poleski!

What d'you... Huh?

What are you... Wrong number?! Wrong... Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Come on. Come on, Moe! Come on!

Hey, Moe. Yeah...

It's me. It's me, Hank. Get down here right away.

- What's going on? - I've got sort of an emergency here.

Yeah, yeah.

I'll explain it all to you later.

All right. Yeah. I'll tell you then.

Right, come on over.

Ah!

Mornin'.

Guten Morgen!

So, how was your sleep?

Oh, good. Very good. You?

- Getting up early, huh? - Early bird gets the worm.

- Well, I guess so. - Who the hell wants a worm?

Huh.

So, heard you on the phone over there.

A bit early, isn't it?

Oh, you know, I talk to this business acquaintance of mine.

Oh.

-Fender man. -Mm-hm.

Workin' out of Long Beach.

Hmm.

Long Beach.

Hey, what's that?

Oh, that?

That's something I picked up at Caesar's Palace.

Basic ruby ring, that's all it is.

Do you know what that is?

It's the all-seeing eye.

Now, that tells the truth.

Oh, yeah?

Hey, can you tell fortunes?

Unfortunately, yes.

She's with that guy, isn't she?

Love is for suckers.

I was thinking you oughta spend more time with people who understand you,

People who want the same things you want.

- People like you maybe? - You got it.

Hmm.

Well, what would we do, Ray?

We would follow our hearts.

Where to?

- Wherever they take us. - Really?

Sure. We could go to the airport, take a plane

And wake up in Paris or Rome.

-Mm-hm. -The South Pacific, hmm?

- We couldn't do that. - Why not?

- Not really. - What do you mean we couldn't do it?

What's stopping us? You got the travel agency. I got the money saved.

Perfect.

Tonight.

Bora-Bora.

- We could, you know. - Yes, we could and we will.

We could actually do it.

- We will. You wanna do it? - On the beach.

- On the beach. - With the starfish.

- Yeah. - On top of each other.

- Piña coladas. - Coconuts.

Mmm.

Step on it, Moe.

When you love a married man, you have to learn.

- Hey, I'm not a married man. - Yeah? You step out there together,

But you gotta come back alone.

It's a high-wire act.

Yeah. Right. Love is a high-wire act, especially with this guy.

Keep 'em comin', Moe.

If you wanna get rid of a circus girl, all you gotta do is close your eyes.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Then what, circus girl?

Then she disappears.

Like spit on a griddle.

Let's see if Frannie's here.

Hank! Hank!

What?

Hank, run away with me, Hank.

Let's run away from Las Vegas.

Will you? Come on. Take a chance.

I wouldn't hurt you for anything, Leila.

I mean, I really...

I really...

I love you too, Hank.

You're beautiful.

Leila, wait a second. I'll be right back, okay?

Remember.

Spit on a griddle.

Leila.

Come on.

Come on. We gotta talk to her.

Slow down, man. Take it easy. We're in no big hurry here.

- Maggie! - It's Sunday mornin', Hank.

- There's people sleepin' here. Maggie!

- Who is it? - It's me. Hank.

- Hank... - Open the door. I gotta talk to ya.

Why don't you come back... Jesus! Come back later when we're up?

Come on, Maggie, open the door. I gotta talk to ya.

Please.

Yeah?

- Where's Frannie? - Sleeping.

Wake her up. I gotta talk to her.

I'm not waking her up. She's not feeling well.

Well, neither am I. Would you open the door, please?

- I'm not opening this door, Hank. - Maggie!

- I'm gonna break the door down! - The hell you're gonna break the door down.

- Are you going crazy? - Jesus Christ!

You crazy, you son of a bloody animal, you!

You'd better open the door, Maggie.

Hey!

- She's not in there! - Frannie! Frannie!

Argh!

I knew it. I knew it!

She's not here. She hasn't been here all night, has she?

- I've never had the pleasure, Moe... - It's my pleasure, I assure you.

- Maggie Levine. It's really Leveen. - I can't breathe.

I can't believe all these years I never met you.

- It's my heart. - You all right, honey?

- You're gonna be all right. - Have a drink.

You want a cigarette? Here. Have a cigarette, sweetheart.

- I don't want a cigarette. - You want coffee? I make great coffee.

- I don't want any. So where is she, Maggie? - Who knows?

- You know where she is. - You all right?

- Promise you're gonna behave yourself? - I'm okay. Really.

- Okay. She's with a friend. - Yeah. The tuxedo guy?

She's entitled to have friends, isn't she?

- It's all right. - Everybody's gotta have friends, huh?

- Yeah. See there. - He's probably a relative.

- What's his name? - His name's Ray.

He plays the piano, and he works at this place called the Tropical.

- They'll know where he lives. - The Tropical? You know the Tropical.

- Come on, Moe! - Wait a minute.

I trusted you! You gonna be good to her?

- I love her! - Then spend some money on her!

I'm gonna break some legs, man. I'm gonna call that guy, Al.

- Okay, man. - Can you handle it all right?

Let's get goin', man. Quit the talkin'. Hey, Moe!

♪ You can't unring a bell, Junior ♪

♪ It'll cost you to get out of this one, Junior ♪

♪ She's got big plans ♪

♪ That don't include you ♪

♪ Take it like a man ♪

♪ 'Cause you can't unring a bell ♪

♪ Sucker ♪

- ♪ You'll need an attorney for this journey ♪ - Who is it?

- Room service. - ♪ Junior ♪

We didn't order any room service.

♪ How's it feel? ♪

♪ How do you like it in the slam? ♪

♪ You're a little man in a great big town ♪

♪ Perhaps you were a little hasty ♪

♪ You can't take back the things you said ♪

♪ Nah ♪

♪ 'Cause you can't unring a bell ♪

♪ Junior ♪

♪ Suffer ♪

Aargh! Oh, Frannie!

- Frannie, what are you doing here, huh? - Leave me alone once and for all.

- Goddamn your ass. - What are you doing?

What am I doing? What are you doing? Get your hands off.

- Mister, relax, okay? - Hey, man! You fool with my woman.

- You're tellin' me to relax? - I'm not your goddamn woman.

- Have a cigarette. - I don't want a cigarette.

- I want my woman. - I'm not your woman.

- Take it easy. You heard what she said. Hey, you take it easy!

- We don't need an interpreter. - You have to let me go.

I don't wanna have to use this.

- I don't wanna have to use it. - I'm going. We're leaving.

- Oh, shit. - You can't do that.

You can't just break into people's apartments like that and kidnap them.

That's what I'm doing. Hey, relax, okay?

- Let go of me. - Now I am really mad!

Put me down. We'll talk this over.

You wanted something different, didn't ya? This exciting enough for you?

I'm gonna call the cops, you son of a bitch!

Shut up, Frannie!

- Hold it! Wait a minute. - Hey, relax, Ray.

I don't wanna be with you anymore.

- Don't you get it? - You're gonna get it!

This is humiliating. It's not even stupid. It's embarrassing.

- Get out of the way! - And I won't shut up. I don't wanna.

Move! Move, move!

- Stop taking those pictures! - No pictures!

Hang on.

I'm gonna go away for a while, I think.

Going away?

Yeah, I wanna be alone, you know.

Just want to be by myself.

If that's what you want.

It's what I want.

Well, listen.

Hey, come on, come on inside.

This is crazy, you know, this is nuts.

Come on, I'll make some coffee.

I'll cook supper.

Don't make me say no to you, Hank.

I don't wanna talk anymore, I don't wanna eat anymore.

I... I just hurt too much.

But we used to talk good.

Nobody talked the way we talked.

You gonna... That guy?

I mean, what is it? What's the deal?

He's different?

Well, he doesn't yell at me, you know.

He sings to me.

- Sings to you? - Yes.

Hank, are you crying?

No, I don't cry.

Well, good.

If I could sing, I'd sing.

I can't sing, Frannie.

That's it.

Let's hear it for Miller time!

Why not?

- ♪ You can't unring a bell, Junior♪ - Why not?

♪ It'll cost you to get out of this one, Junior ♪

♪ She's got big plans ♪

♪ That don't include you ♪

Can you believe it? The airport.

- I'm finally going someplace. Wow. - ♪ Take it like a man ♪

Come on, hurry. We don't wanna miss the plane.

Bora-Bora. I'll give you Bora-Bora.

♪ 'Cause you can't unring a bell ♪

I didn't come here to lose you to some Rudolph "Vaselino" guy.

I tell you that.

You know, the island of Bora-Bora is really only 20 miles around.

You could practically walk around it in a day if you wanted to.

It's 500 miles from Tahiti,

But first you have to make a connecting flight from Papeete.

- It's one of the Fiji islands. - Are you a little nervous?

No, I'm not nervous. Why? Am I talking too much?

♪ How's it feel? ♪

♪ You're a little man ♪

♪ In a great big town ♪

- You meathead! What's your problem? - ♪ Perhaps you were a little hasty ♪

Hey, buddy, I'm sorry.

- You shouldn't be parking here. - Sorry.

I'm not normally like this, but I got a plane to catch. Here.

♪ You can't take back the things you said ♪

♪ Man ♪

♪ 'Cause you can't unring a bell ♪

- ♪ Junior ♪ - Do you have a flight to Bora-Bora?

- The end of the counter. - What about this guy Hank?

He's a little on the crazy side, isn't he?

He's not crazy. He was just hurt.

- Excuse me. - ♪ Get it through your head ♪

Excuse me.

I'm sorry, sir, you're gonna have to wait at the end of the line.

- How long did you live together? - Oh, five years.

That's a long time to live with the wrong person.

- When did you split up? - The day before yesterday.

- We don't fly to Bora-Bora. - Who does fly to Bora-Bora?

- Go to Los Angeles. - When's your flight to Los Angeles?

- We don't fly to Los Angeles. - Why are you giving me such a hard time?

I'm not giving you a hard time. You're giving all of us a hard time.

- I'm gonna jump over this counter! - PSA has the last flight to Los Angeles.

- Thank you. - I think it's already left.

♪ Yeah, she's got big plans ♪

♪ With a guy from South America ♪

Frannie!

Frannie! Hey!

♪ It hurts, don't it? ♪

- ♪ Better get down on your knees ♪ - Frannie! Coming through!

- ♪ Suffer ♪ - Frannie!

- Hey, Frannie! - Hank.

- Frannie. - Not again.

- What are you doing? - I thought I'd do some travelling.

- I don't believe this guy. - Yeah? Where to?

I was thinkin' of looking into Bora-Bora. - Come on, Frannie.

- Let's go in. - You ain't got no passport, okay?

- I'll get a passport. Excuse me. - Frannie, please. Come on.

- Where do you get a passport? - The plane's not gonna wait.

Hank, I gotta go.

Frannie, I wouldn't get on this plane if I were you.

- Let's go, Frannie. - The wing looks a little funny.

Please. Come on.

Frannie, please.

Hank, I'm through fighting.

Come on, Frannie. Come on back, Frannie.

- Come with me, okay? - Don't go, Frannie.

I didn't come here to fight with ya.

I came to sing to ya.

♪ You are my sunshine my only sunshine ♪

♪ You make me happy ♪

♪ When skies are grey ♪

♪ You'll never know, dear ♪

♪ How much I love you ♪

♪ Please don't take my sunshine away ♪

Come on, Frannie.

That was nice.

Frannie, come on home.

Come on back, Frannie.

Frannie, please. Come on, Frannie.

- The plane is leaving. - It's too late. It's too late.

Frannie.

♪ I should go out and honk the horn ♪

♪ It's Independence Day ♪

♪ Instead I just pour myself a drink ♪

♪ It's got to be love I've never felt this way ♪

♪ Oh, baby, this one's from the heart ♪

♪ The shadows on the wall look like a railroad track ♪

♪ I wonder if he's ever comin' back ♪

♪ The moon's a yellow stain across the sky ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ This one's from the heart ♪

♪ Blondes, brunettes and redheads ♪

♪ Put their hammer down ♪

♪ To pound a cold chisel through my heart ♪

♪ But they were nothing but apostrophes ♪

♪ Oh, baby, this one's from the heart ♪

♪ I can't tell ♪

♪ Is that a siren or a saxophone ♪

♪ But the roads get so slippery when it rains ♪

♪ I love you ♪

♪ More than all these words can ever say ♪

♪ Oh, baby, this one's from the heart ♪

Frannie.

Frannie, Frannie.

I made a mistake.

♪ Take me home, you silly boy ♪

♪ Put your arms around me ♪

♪ Take me home, you silly boy ♪

I love you. I love you so much.

♪ The world's not round without you ♪

Oh, Frannie.

♪ I'm so sorry that I broke your heart ♪

- ♪ Please don't leave my side ♪ - It's gonna be all right.

♪ Take me home, you silly boy ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm still in love with you ♪

Baby.

♪ I should go out and honk the horn ♪

♪ It's Independence Day ♪

♪ But instead I'll just pour myself a drink ♪

♪ It's got to be love ♪

♪ I've never felt this way ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ This one's from the heart ♪

♪ The shadows on the wall look like a railroad track ♪

♪ I wonder if he's ever comin' back ♪

♪ The moon's a yellow stain across the sky ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ This one's from the heart ♪

♪ Maybe I'll go down to the corner and get a racing form ♪

♪ But I should probably wait here by the phone ♪

♪ The brakes need adjustment on the convertible ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ This one's from the heart ♪

♪ The wind is climbin' the avocado tree ♪

♪ Rubbin' its back against the wall ♪

♪ I pour myself a double sympathy ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ This one's from the heart ♪

♪ And blondes, brunettes and redheads ♪

♪ Put their hammer down ♪

♪ To pound a cold chisel through my heart ♪

♪ But they were nothin' but apostrophes ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ This one's from the heart ♪