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Why don't the four of us go
someplace a little quieter?

SUSAN:
Let's promise that it'll
only be that one time.

You got it.
We should have left

the party
with you and Roger.

Why didn't you?
I'm so happy

I met you, Trina.
(sighing):
Me, too.

RICK:
Your dad's a perv.

He'll also be a murderer if
he finds out we swiped these.

We can help you
set up the tent.

Just leave it.

It's a walkie-talkie.
Thanks.
If you write

a brief, honest review,
I will bump up

that grade on your essays.

Raise your hand if you think
you might be able to come.

Great.
Anane, this...

is Laurie Miller.

Anane directed
the play.

(Anane kisses, Doug chuckles)

TRINA:
Susan, Bruce.
Sylvia and Brad Davis.

I miss Susan.

Then do something about it.

TRINA:
Janet.

SUSAN:
What are you guys doing here?

Your pie is
on the stoop.

* Me and you
and a dog named Boo *

* Travelin' and a-livin'
off the land... *

Hey, you're up early.

I rolled over
and you were gone.

I hate that.
Sorry.

Sunday morning.

Thought we could...
sleep in a little.

Bruce, can you get the kids
down here, please?

Kids, get down here.

(sighs)

You sleep okay?

Not particularly.

Morning, BJ.
Morning.

Laurie.

LAURIE:
What's going on?

Breakfast with your family.

Sit.

Great.

Bruce, could you say
grace, please?

* Another tank of gas

* And back on the road
again... *

Uh, dear God...

* Me and you
and a dog named Boo... *

...thanks for the food.

And our family
and friends,

and we ask that you bless

this very big, expensive house
that we now live in.

Amen.

Amen.

Dad, I need you

to take me
to the bike shop today.

I think I bent the frame
on my front wheel.

BRUCE:
Uh, next weekend.

Your mother and I
have been invited

to a pool party
across the street.

(BJ scoffs)

BJ:
How am I supposed to get
around without a bike?

BRUCE:
Borrow your sister's.

Sorry, I'm going
to the library after this.

Actually, you're not.

You're coming to church
with the rest of us.

Church?

(chuckling):
When was the last
time we did that?

Far too long.

Finish your breakfast
and get changed.

(organ playing)
And in Genesis 2:23,

pay attention to Adam's words.

"You are the flesh
of my flesh,

bone of my bone."

Notice

there is no talk of the heart.

Love was not born
in the Garden,

but rather
through the ordeal

which followed.

By casting out
Adam and Eve,

God put the burden...

(laughs)
...of love squarely
on the shoulders

of man and woman.

Love is a journey,

and we
must follow

where it leads,

hand in hand.

Morning, Janet.

Susan.

Been a while
since we saw you here.

Rog, how you doing?

Hey, Bruce.

Laurie,
you look beautiful.

Thanks.

I'll be at the car.

Okay.

Come on, Roger.

The lawn
won't mow itself.

Ja-Janet.

We're having a housewarming

next weekend.

That's not much notice.

Which, which is why I-I need
your help planning it.

I am lost.

(chuckling):
A-And you made our
first one so special.

Feels like a hundred years ago.

You really need my help?

More than you know.

Okay.

Call me.

Bye.

Housewarming?

("Shining Star"
by Earth, Wind & Fire playing)

(laughter
and indistinct chatter)

* Yeah
* Yeah *

* Hey...

(chuckles)

TOM:
Ah, yes.

Shot of whiskey
in the rib sauce.

That is the secret.

That's tequila, dear.

TOM:
Ay, caramba.

Mm, mm.

Here, you direct.
All right.

I'm on
grill duty.

* Life ain't always
what it seems, oh, yeah *

* Once you see your light
so clear *

* In the sky so very dear...

TOM:
Ah...

John and
Cherie Hyatt.

We spent New Year's
in Rio together.

You think we're wild?

Try spending a weekend
with the two of them.

(laughs)

* What you can truly be

* That you can truly be...

TRINA:
Boys and their toys, hmm?

Coming in?

I think I'll just dip my toes.

What kind of party

is this housewarming tonight?

Yeah, I'm not exactly
on the planning committee.

Janet and Susan are kind
of running the show.

Janet, mostly.

Janet?

Yeah.

You need us to, uh, pad
the guest list a little?

Oh, there's Brad and Sylvia.

You remember them
from the Playboy Club.

Sure do.

* Yeah, make your body
big and strong... *

Hey, hey.

(chuckles)
Oh, no.

BRAD:
Not on camera.

She needs
no encouragement.

BRUCE:
Whoa.
Watch where you
point that thing.

I just might sue for
invasion of privacy.

It's true;
my wife's quite litigious.

Bruce, can I talk to you
for a minute?

BRUCE:
Someone's
a little camera-shy.

That goes away.

Tom,

how about a batch
of margaritas?

What do you say, hon,
a little hair of the dog?

(sighs)

Woof, woof.

Susan?

Actually, I have a headache.

I think I might go home.

What's the matter--
too much sun?

* You're a shining star...

Just give me a minute;
I'll get our stuff.

You know what, Bruce?
Why don't you stay?

It's a beautiful day.

No sense in both of us
being miserable.

* Shining star for you to see

* What your life can truly be

* Shining star for you to see

* What your life can truly be

* Shining star for you to see

* What your life can truly be.

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* Give it up, give it up

* Give it up,
give it up *

* Ah, ah, ah *

* Give it up for love

* Ah, ah, ah *

* Give it up for love.

Honey.

God, I hate
this wallpaper.

You mind telling me what
just happened back there?

Who would put this
in their home?

I'm going to call Janet
and cancel this housewarming.

The party was your
idea, remember?

Besides, I already
told Tom and Trina

they could bring
a few friends.

Let me guess.

Brad and Sylvia?

(chuckling):
Okay.

Wh... uh, what's going on?

I found her card, Bruce.

I know she slipped you her
number at the Playboy Club.

(phone ringing)
Sylvia.

Nobody slipped
anyone anything.

We had fun with them.

I thought we might get
together again sometime.

Get together and do what?

(scoffs)

They're friends
with Tom and Trina.

Not every friend
of the Deckers is a swinger.

LAURIE:
Mom.

Mrs. Thompson's
on the phone.

Could you tell her I'll
call her back, please?

She said it's important.

You know, whatever
you're fighting about,

Mom's usually right.

Yeah, well, not always.

But usually.

I'm... going to go
return some books.

(sportscaster talking
over television)

JANET:
Susan, there you are.

I'm afraid we've hit a snag
on the deviled eggs.

Apparently, Meg Walter's
great aunt had a stroke,

so she has to go to Milwaukee
to place her in a home.

That's terrible.

On the bright side,
I was never crazy

about Meg's eggs anyway, so...

I am nominating a new appetizer.

(ball striking pins
over television)

Roger,

could you turn
that down?

Pigs in a pickle.

Pickles,
rolled in Philly cheese,

wrapped in thinly sliced
deli meat.

According to Good Housekeeping,
it's all the rage,

but I wouldn't want to offend
your fancy neighbors' palates.

(chuckling): It would take a lot
more than pigs in a pickle

to offend
my neighbors.

Good,

because I'm also making
enough rosy perfection salad

to feed an army.

Janet...

Susan, are you there?

Thanks.

None of this would be happening
without you.

You've been in that house

two weeks.

I'd say it's time to warm it.

Okay, I'll talk to you later.

So... I guess the
party's still on.

Like a freight train.

Honey, I'm sorry
I didn't tell you

about Sylvia's
card, but...

(sighs)

...I didn't think
it was a big deal.

I mean, there's
nothing going on,

I promise.

Do you realize...

the first time we had sex
I got pregnant?

(chuckles)

We were kids.
We didn't know any better.

We do now.

Not sure I follow.

Sex has consequences.

Seeing you with another woman

wasn't easy
for me.

But you like Trina.

I like her
a lot,

but ever since that night,
I can't help wondering

what other women
you want to be with.

I guess I just
zeroed in on Sylvia.

We made a promise
to each other, Susan.

The only woman
I want...

is you.

(music playing)

What's wrong with your bike?

Oh, um, the chain came off
and the gear crank is cracked.

The bike shop guy said it'd
be 20 bucks to fix, so...

You're not running
away again, are you?

Not today, anyway.

My parents are having this
really lame party tomorrow.

Kind of a meet the
neighbors thing.

I know; my mom's going.

Maybe if you're not doing
anything, you could come, too.

(sighs)

Do you want some
help with that?

Yeah.

Here, take this end.

Oh, I can take those.
Thank you.

Hey, Laurie.

Mr. Stephens.

Oh, please, call me Doug
when we're

not in school.

What's with the box?

I guess I could have read it.

Recidivism rates
are double for inmates

with low reading skills.

How about you? You must have
a few books that have done

something wrong.
Huh?

Prison books,
they're books for prison, so...

They do something wrong.
No, I get it.

And yeah, I've got books.

Lots of them.

Well, great.
I'll be here all weekend.

Great.

Laurie?

Why didn't you hand in a review
for Waiting for Godot?

I mean, you went
all the way downtown
to see it last week.

I'm just curious why
you never wrote the review.

I liked the play,

but Anane's production
was a little overdone.

And I didn't see how slamming
the teacher's girlfriend

was going to get me
extra credit.

Anane's not my girlfriend.

We dated
for a little while

in grad school,
but she's just a friend now.

So... we can both handle
the truth.

So please...

feel free to write
the negative review, all right?

TOM:
Yeah, baby.

Show me those
dishpan hands.

Would you put
that thing away, already?

I thought maybe tonight

could be... movie night,
if you're in the mood.

Something wrong?

I was just thinking about Susan.

Yeah, she seemed
a little off today.

Didn't she?

Remember what it was like
our first time?

Oh, yeah... really shook up
the snow globe.

Took a little
getting used to,

seeing you with someone else.

Susan told me they made
a pact to stay exclusive.

Bruce still seems
kind of into it.

Well, there's a recipe
for disaster.

Maybe they need
a little friendly nudge

back in the right direction.

SUSAN:
Are you sure
that will hold?

BRUCE:
Well, if it doesn't,

our next stage is a blowtorch.

Don't tempt me.
(doorbell rings)

Happy housewarming!
BRUCE:
Hey.

A fondue set.
Here you go, buddy.

Fondue makes
a great centerpiece,

and a terrific way
to get people to gather.

The wine and cheese
is cooking

at my place as we speak.

You didn't have
to do this, Trina.

Well, I wanted to.

BRUCE:
Honey, come in here.
You have to see this.

Look, they bought us
a home movie camera.
Can you believe that?

No, I can't.
TOM:
You're gonna love it.

We have footage of every
trip we've ever been on,

every party...
TRINA:
Not to mention

other more
private moments.

Bruce, we can't accept this.
Oh, of course you can.

All we ask is that
you put it to good use.

TRINA:
Come on, Tom, they have
a party to get ready for,

and I only have three hours
to look fabulous.

Call if you need anything:

ice, booze,
tripod, whatever...

(door closes)

Ooh, now that's
Rosy Perfection.

World-famous recipe.

I was talking
about you.

Did you get
the folding chairs?

In the car.
Sterno?

In the basement.

RICK:
Okay, guys, September 1974,

college coed issue.

I have personally inspected

every girl in
this pictorial.

I assure you,

the student body

is worth every penny
you can cough up.

A dollar?

That's what it costs
at the newsstand.

You stole it from BJ's dad.
Not the point.

This is the last
of the Playboys.

We're not letting it go
for less than five.

What's the grand
total so far?

18 bucks.

What are you doing, Rick?

JANET:
I think the sterno cans

are in the
Thanksgiving box.

Has Ricky turned this

basement into the
Bermuda Triangle?

What is going on down here?

(doorbell rings)

Hi, guys.

You're early.

Could you get Bruce, please?

There's something
we need to discuss.

What's in the box?

SUSAN:
First off,

you are to apologize
to Mrs. Thompson right now.

Sorry, Mrs. Thompson.

Rick...

after you've finished
helping set up the party,

you are going immediately
to the basement

and cleaning it
from top to bottom,

seeing as how much
you like filth.

SUSAN:
And you're grounded,
young man.

You're not to leave
this house for a week.
Is that clear?

We'll be in the kitchen.

I think now would
be a good time

for you to have that
"talk" with your son.

Guys, you messed
up, big time.

You stole something
that didn't belong to you.

Something that, in fact,
belonged to me.

A-and got caught.

ROGER:
Which is all bad,

but it's what you stole
that's the problem.

JANET:
What's wrong with your husband

that he would even need
that collection of smut?

Must be a nightmare for you.

There's nothing wrong
with Bruce.

Men are just different animals.

Roger would never bring
that muck into our house.
Really?

Janet, do you look
in every drawer?

Of course.

So privacy doesn't matter
at all?

Why would Roger need privacy?
We're married.

Boys your age are
very impressionable.

Yeah, I mean, yeah,
you shouldn't be looking

at girlie magazines.

You could be scarred
for life.

"Scarred"?

Yeah, you see,
these girls,

uh, you know,
while fun to look at

in the pages
of a magazine...

They're not,
they're not exactly...

Real.

Huh?
Huh?

(sighs)
(sighs)

They call it
"airbrushing."

For all we know, I mean,

this centerfold
could have a giant

mole here or a tuft
of hair or...

But the point is,
some day you are

going to meet
and fall in love

with a real woman.

And as a gentleman,
it'll be your job

to treat her with respect.

You see, real women...

laugh, and cry
and, and grow old.

And have families.

The girls
in these photographs

are just a fantasy.

Right.

LAURIE:
Hey, Mrs. Thompson.

Bye, Mom.

Laurie, where are you off to?

Book drive.
Why couldn't I have had a girl?

May I see?

Your Nancy Drews?

We read these together
when you had the chicken pox.

Got to make room
on the shelf somehow.

Time to move on.

Are you coming back
for the party?

Onion dip and small talk?

It's not really
my scene.

You guys have fun.

What exactly
is Laurie's scene?

(door closes)

I'm not sure I know.

You better start getting ready.

I told everyone 7:00 sharp.

(Paul Simon's
"Kodachrome" begins)

* When I think back
on all the crap *

* I learned in high school

* It's a wonder I can think...

Here are my books.

Hey.

See what you got.

* Education hasn't...

Wow! Black Beauty and Kerouac.

I was going for
a theme of freedom.

You know, prison
literacy and all.

Impressive.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
The library will be closing
in five minutes.

Looks like I got here
just in time.

Looks like they're
about to close up.

Well, I'm going
to be here all night.

The library gave me free reign
to pull out any books

that haven't been checked out
in five years.

I'm only up to the "Bs."

* Sunny day, yeah...

Want some help?

* I got a Nikon...

Oh, yeah, sure. Why not?

* Photograph

* So mama don't take

* My Kodachrome away

* Mama don't take
my Kodachrome away *

* Mama don't take take
my Kodachrome away *

* Mama don't take
take my Kodachrome away... *

Sorry that
took so long.

I was about to send up a flare.

Janet has a vise grip
on this party.

JANET:
There you are!

Um, everyone!

The guest of honor,
my dear friend

and co-host, Susan,
has finally joined us.

And I thought we would kick off
this party with a little

name game.

It's called "Who Am I?"

Everyone has the name
of a famous person

taped to their back.

And then you mix and mingle

and ask people
"yes" or "no" questions

and learn who you are.

At the same time,
you learn who they are.

(doorbell rings)

(door opens)
TRINA:
Yoo-hoo?

TOM:
Hey, everybody.

The cavalry has arrived.

Fondue, anyone?

Hi.
Good to see you, Bruce.

Careful with this.
It's the good stuff.

BRUCE:
Thank you.

Thanks for inviting us, Susan.

I'm so glad
you could make it, Sylvia.

TOM:
Bruce...

um, the music?

It's not my call.

Point me to the hi-fi.
That way.

Who wants to play a game?
(disco music begins)

It's called "Forfeit."

If a woman drops a cube
of bread into the fondue,

she has to kiss someone

other than her husband.

Oops. (giggles)

Uh, what if a man drops

his bread?

Then he has to take a drink.

I think your dad's got
a big one for your neighbor.

Ricky, it's time for you
to go clean the basement.

Get your things.

I'll have your father
get the car.

Look what crawled
out of the woods.

Hey.
Hey.

Excuse me,
little lady.

Bru!

Nice digs, Miller.

What kind of salary you pulling
down at the Exchange?

Not nearly enough, Mareno.

Come on, I'll set you
up with a drink.

Hey, man. Who's the, uh...
who's the hot blonde?

She lives next door.

Hear she's a bit
of a wild ride.

Well, hey...

love thy neighbor, right?

Right. Come on.

Stay out of trouble.

You look nice.

Thanks.

JANET:
There you go.

Thanks, Janet.
Oh, Susan!

I picked the perfect person
for you to be tonight.

Turn around.
No peaking.

Do you think
people are getting it?

I-I don't want to force people
to play games.

Well, that's
the whole point.

We make people socialize.

Otherwise, the evening
gets too cliquey-cliquey.

There.

Uh, uh, uh.
Emily Post says

cold hors d'oeuvres
must be served two hours

before serving
hot ones.

Otherwise, they
go to waste.

Mmm. Swedish
meatballs.

Mmm.

It's delicious, Susan.

And they
still will be

half an hour from now.

Uh-uh.

It's a party,
Janet.

Let people eat.
They are eating.

Pigs in a pickle.

And fondue,
which goes great

with Swedish meatballs.

SUSAN:
Know what?

They're just meatballs.

Put them out,
or don't put them out.

You two fight it out.

It's 20 bucks.

You can use it
to get your bike fixed.

Did you steal it?

Not exactly.

Why are you being
so nice to me?

Dude, what are you doing?

Half that money is mine.

No, it's not. The magazines
were my dad's, not yours.

And now I have to clean the
whole basement because of it.

It's not my fault.

So, what, is she
your girlfriend now?

What do you get
for 20 bucks anyway?

Screw you!

(window opens)

Get out of my room.

Get out of my room!

I hope she gives you crabs.

A princess

and a movie star.

Oh.

Grace Kelly.

Oh.

No wonder
I had no idea

who I was
supposed to be.

Sorry. Sometimes
if you give Janet an inch,

she takes the whole nine yards.

It's my fault.

I wasn't ready
to throw a party.

I've barely even accepted
that we've moved.

That makes two of us.

Well, I got to drive Ricky
back to our house, so, um...

Hurry back.

You're one of the few people
I even know here.

Susan, I found six
"Who Am I?" signs on the floor.

She has completely taken over.

TRINA:
There's a way
to bring energy

to a party, Janet, and
there's a way to suck it out.

You would know all about that,
wouldn't you?

The sucking part.

TRINA:
I can't help it
if no one wants

to play your
silly game, Janet.

Susan, she's out of control.

I'm just trying
to have fun.

I don't like
your definition of fun.

Calm down, Janet.
Susan, she's ruining
your party.

It's not my party,

Janet, and you know what?
It's not yours, either,

or yours.

And that is not
my wallpaper.

You might want to get
your camera for this.

(people gasping)

(scattered laughter
and applause)

There.

(laughter)

(sighs)

Anyone care to join me?

(all chattering)

BRUCE:
Hey, Rog.

What the heck
happened here?

Susan had what
we would call a breakthrough.

(woman giggling)

Hey, so I understand
you live nearby.

Mm, right next door.

You got a husband?

(laughs)

What are you, a detective?

So, you like skiing?

In July?

Got a little bag of
powder in my pocket.

Not here.

Follow me.

DOUG:
"You are my only love.

"You have me completely
in your power.

"I know and feel that if I am
to write anything fine and noble

in the future,
I shall do so only..."

Well, I know
it's James Joyce.

Yeah.

Can you finish it?

"...anything fine and noble

in the future, I shall do so
only by listening..."

"...at the doors of your heart."

(laughs)

I can't believe no one's
checked it out in five years.

That is the world we live in.

Okay, I've got an
easy one for you.

Okay.

"Go away from my window."

That's charity,
and you know it.

You have to finish it.
What's the rest?

(speaking like Bob Dylan):
"Go away from my window.

"Leave out your old shoes

and spades."

(laughs):
What?

That's the worst Dylan ever,

and you messed up his lyrics.

You're wrong on both counts.

Lucky for you, there's no way
to prove who's right.

Oh, but there is.

I want you to take this back.

Is it broken?

No. I just don't want it.

Why?

Because I never
asked for it.

And because I don't need you
looking out for me.

And... because
I'm not your girlfriend.

I never said that.

That was Rick.

You should give him
half the money.

No way.

I'm grounded because of him.

He's being an ass.

It's because he's scared.

Of what?

(man laughing)

(laughing)

It sucks when you're the one
who's left behind.

(chattering,
disco music playing)

Oh!

(laughs)

Uh-huh. Mm-hmm.

Okay...

(both laughing)

Well, I like that.

SUSAN:
Janet?

I need to apologize
to you.

I-I know how much work
you put into this party.

Maybe next time...

you should call a caterer.

Clearly, you can afford one.

Do you remember our
first housewarming?

We didn't even
own a table.

Bruce and Roger had to
make one out of plywood.

And you and I sewed those
old drapes into a tablecloth.

(laughs)

Times sure
have changed.

Not for me and Roger.

I want you to write

something on the wall
in the living room.

I have nothing to say.

Since when?

It doesn't have
to be nice.

It's all gonna
get covered up

with wallpaper anyway.

It would really
mean a lot to me.

TRINA:
Susan?

Mmm. What is this I'm eating?

Rosy Perfection
salad.

TRINA:
Mmm!

One of Janet's
specialties.

TRINA:
It's delicious.

Maybe we could exchange recipes.

(laughs)

* Go away from my window

* Leave at your own
chosen speed *

* I'm not the one
you want, babe *

* I'm not the one you need

* You say
you're lookin' for someone *

* Who's never weak
but always strong *

* To protect you
and defend you *

* Whether you are right
or wrong *

* Someone to open each and

* Every door

* But it ain't me, babe

* No, no, no,
it ain't me, babe *

* It ain't me
you're lookin' for, babe *

(harmonica solo)

Five bucks.

I'm a schoolteacher.

I don't make
that kind of money, so...

Pay up, sucker.

(laughs)

* Go lightly
from the ledge, babe *

* Go lightly on the ground

* I'm not the one
you want, babe... *

I have a scar in the same
place-- roller skating.

This is actually a burn.

I spilled hot lead, uh,

from a fishing lure
I was making.

It went right
through the jacket.

I broke my
thumb twice.

Now it clicks.

Oh.

(laughs)

I'm a klutz.

* Someone to close
his eyes for you *

That's not how
I see you at all.

* Someone to close
How do you see me?

* His heart...

I think...

I think you...

* Someone who will die for you
and more *

* But it ain't me, babe

* No, no, no,
it ain't me, babe *

* It ain't me
you're looking for, babe... *

(chattering,
disco music playing)

Windows show
possibilities.

Hmm.

So, are we facing out,
or looking in?

Haven't decided yet.

Careful.

Brad is rabid
to psychoanalyze you.

So, what do you see?

May I?

* And we'll do it
all over again *

(laughs)

* I can't get...

*

* I feel your body shaking,
moving across the floor *

* Just can the heat

* Move your body to the beat

* I need that little fix

* Ooh, girl,
just one more time *

* Baby

* I want
to taste you forever...*

* Won't wait too long
to be together *

BRUCE:
The fondue game

sure made a splash.

I'm pretty sure
that's not what this party

will be
remembered for.

Well, Susan kind of stole
your thunder tonight.

As it should be.

How is everything
between you two?

Eh, we're still feeling
our way through it.

Everything shifted a little,
you know,

since that night,

but we're just holding on
till it all settles.

Just don't hold on too tight.

Let me ask you something.

How many women have
you been with?

Uh, truth?

Uh, two.

That's what I thought.

Was it that obvious?

Susan's one of a kind, Bruce.

Make sure you always
let her be that,

and you'll be just fine.

* You and I will always
be together *

* Dance here with me,
girl, forever *

Sorry.

Rog, hold up. That wasn't
what it looked like.

Hey, it's none
of my business.

S-Susan and I have been...

(sighs)

experimenting.

You mean you've
been cheating.

No.

Me and Susan,
and Tom and Trina...

on the fourth
of July...

Oh, come... geez, Rog,
do I really have

to spell this out
for you?

How does an attorney sleep
at night?

I don't know. How?

First she lies
on one side,

and then she lies
on the other.

He can go on all night.

It's not fair--
there are more lawyer jokes

than there are
therapist jokes.

I'm not joking.

I'm speaking
from experience.

Have you ever been
in a courtroom, Susan?

Well, then, let me
buy you lunch next week.

I'm in the middle
of this knock-down,

drag-out
civil rights trial.

I know I already gave one
to Bruce,

but something tells me

you're the organized one.

Maybe we could all have dinner.

(women laughing)

JANET:
Roger, there you are.

I've been looking
all over for you.

You ready to go?
Yeah.

Let me just say good-bye
to Susan.

I already said
our good-byes.

(laughing, murmuring)

Any magazines for sale?

I got 18 bucks.

It's just
like you, Miller.

Showing up
when the work's all done.

You're throwing away
all our Little League trophies?

They're just plastic.

It's not like
they're worth anything.

Wanna see something?

(laughs)
Our old fort
making stuff.

Remember the one we made
in fourth grade?

Took up the whole basement.

We spent the whole weekend
down here.

You want to?

Nah.

We're too old.

Who cares?

No one's watching.

* I saw her today
at the reception *

* A glass of wine
in her hand *

* I knew she would meet
her connection *

* At her feet
was her footloose man *

* No, you can't always get
what you want *

* You can't always get
what you want *

* You can't always get
what you want *

* And if you try sometime

* You find
you get what you need... *

Bruce.

Mm-hmm?

I want us to be
completely open

with each other
from now on.

Open, how?

All options on the table.

If you feel something,
I want to know about it.

Good or bad.

That goes both ways, right?

* I saw her today
at the reception *

How does this
thing work again?

You put your finger
on the trigger.

Like this?

Uh-huh.

* At her feet
was her footloose man *

Like this?

* You can't always get
what you want *

* You can't always get
what you want *

* You can't always get
what you want *

* But if you try sometimes

* Well you might find
you get what you need *

* Ah, yeah

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh...

* And I went down
to the demonstration *

* To get my fair share
of abuse *

* Singin', "We're gonna vent
our frustration *

* If we don't, we're gonna blow
a 50-amp fuse" *

* Sing it to me now

* You can't always get
what you want *

* You can't always get
what you want *

* You can't always get
what you want, yeah *

* You can't always get
what you want, ooh, yeah, yeah *

* You can't always get
what you want *

* But if you try sometime,
you just might find *

* You just might find
you get what you need *

* Ah, yeah, ah, yeah

* Ah, you can't always get
what you want *

* No, no, baby

* You can't always get
what you want *

* You can't always get
what you want *

* Ooh, but if you try sometime,
you just might find *

* You just might find
you get what you need *

(both giggling)

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