All language subtitles for 40.Carats.1973.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG 2_English

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♪ ♪

♪ In every corner ♪
♪ Of the world ♪

♪ The grass is growing ♪

♪ In every corner ♪
♪ Of the world ♪

♪ The wind is blowing ♪

♪ The mountain reaches ♪
♪ For the sky ♪

♪ A river hurries ♪
♪ To the sea ♪

♪ And there is love ♪
♪ In every corner of the world ♪

♪ ♪

♪ In every hour ♪
♪ Of the day ♪

♪ A child is waking ♪

♪ And every hour ♪
♪ Of the day ♪

♪ A wave is waiting ♪

♪ A voice is ♪
♪ Whispering hello ♪

♪ A hand is waving ♪
♪ It's goodbye ♪

♪ And there is love ♪
♪ In every hour of the day ♪

♪ In every season ♪
♪ Of the year ♪

♪ The willow's weeping ♪

♪ And all the colors ♪
♪ Of the year ♪

♪ Wake from their sleeping ♪

♪ You find there's beauty ♪
♪ All around ♪

♪ In every sight ♪
♪ And every sound ♪

♪ There is love in ♪
♪ Every season of the year ♪

♪ In every moment ♪
♪ Of your life ♪

♪ A curtain rises ♪

♪ And every moment of your life ♪
♪ Brims with surprises ♪

♪ A smile can open all ♪
♪ The doors ♪

♪ Someone can suddenly ♪
♪ Be yours ♪

♪ There is love in every moment ♪
♪ Of your life ♪

The car.

The car is.

The car is sick.

You're not a Greek.

Neither are you.
Do you speak Greek?

About as well as you.

I'm an American.
Born in Pittsburgh. And you?

I'm an American citizen.

How long have you lived there?

Longer than you, I'm sure.

Look, can you fix my car?

Where are you from originally?
I detect a charming accent.

Is it Italian?
Please, my car.

It's not Italian
and it's not Spanish.

I can't bear silly,
helpless women,

and I assure you I'm not one

except when it comes
to cars. Now, please.

It's not Austrian,
but it could be Dutch.

I was born in Norway.
Scandinavian! Of course.

And I spent the first 16 years
of my life in Norway

and now I'm going to spend

the next 16 years
of my life here

unless you fix my car.

Let's take a look at it.

If you could fix it just enough

to take me to Argos.

Uh, is this your car?
No.

It belongs to the inn
where I'm staying in Argos.

Well, they'll have it
towed back.

Can't you fix it?

The carburetor's dead,
the water's all...

Isn't there a garage
or something?

The nearest one's in Argos.

Come on,
I'll take you on my bike.

Heh, thank you,

but that's out
of the question. I'll walk.

How far is Argos?
Fifty miles.

Fifty miles?

I've offered you a ride
on my bike.

I have told you I couldn't

possibly ride on that thing.

I will not ride on that thing
because I'm 36 years old.

Now doesn't something
come by here?

Uh, a mule train?
An ox wagon? A bus?

Yes, there's a bus.

What time does it come?
5:00.

Oh, good.
But it'll be going that way.

Here. I've got something
that'll help you.

Try this.

What is it?

It's a Greek drink called ouzo.

Does it have alcohol?
Yes.

Good.

Ah, it's nice.

How old are you?
Uh, 22.

Heh, you don't look 22.

You don't look 36.

I don't look 36 because I'm 38.

I took two years off
for good behavior.

So just don't expect me
to go roaring off

cross-country
on that thing.

That "thing" happens to be
a Honda 504.

That's fine.
Just keep it away from me.

You feel better?
Yes.

I can't think why I should.

I'm stuck out here
in this blazing heat

on this road with no traffic

and a broken-down car and
I've left my mother in Argos.

And I'm here on this road
going nowhere.

You're here with your mother?

Yes.

And she has a
fantastically upset stomach.

She's British.

I thought you were Norwegian?
I am.

My father was.
My mother is English.

I'm a mongrel, and
that's just what I feel like.

What did you call this drink?
Ouzo.

Ouzo.
It certainly is.

Where am I going to
sleep tonight?

I've camped
right down here on the beach.

I'll lend you my sleeping bag.

Thank you.

I'll stay just in my car.

I'll be quite comfortable.

You'll be quite miserable.

You know what
the trouble with you is?

You don't know
how to enjoy yourself.

You don't know how to live.

Why'd you come to Greece?

I'll bet you go through life

making the worst
of every situation.

Now I know what you do.
You lecture.

Yes, and I'm a tour guide too.
Right this way.

Come on.

Now just look.

Just take a look around you.

♪ ♪

Oh, it's beautiful.

It's the most beautiful place
I've ever seen.

What's that smell?
It's so sweet.

Myrtle. The whole place
is covered with it.

They say that myrtle is
the flower sacred to Aphrodite.

It is?
Yes, and the bay down there,

that's where Paris first
made love to Helen

after he carried her off.

Of Troy, Helen?
Uh-huh.

You're in the heart of some
of the greatest romance

the world has ever known.

And you're going to lock
yourself in your car?

Come with me.

Oh, no, no, I just couldn't.

Are you afraid of me?
Hardly.

Then you're afraid of yourself.

Look, you have been
very kind to me

and I know you think
I'm ungrateful.

No, I think you're nuts.

You are entitled
to your opinion.

Now will you please
take your Honda 500

and your opinion and go away
and leave me alone.

Okay.

You are a silly, helpless woman.

And cars aren't the only thing
you know nothing about.

Well, I thought it might be
a little cooler down here.

I'm only going to stay a minute.

Great. I'll tell you
when your minute's up.

How about a swim?

Can't we be seen here?

Only by the gods and goddesses.

What are you doing?
I'm helping you undress.

Oh, thank you,
I can do that myself.

What's your name?
My name?

Yes, your name, I know mine.

Penelope. Penelope Potter.

Miss Penelope Potter or Mrs.?
I'm divorced.

I'm Peter Latham.

What do you want?
I wanna shake hands.

Isn't that what people do
when they meet?

Oh.

How do you do?

Come on, let's go.

What's the matter?

I was just wondering how

Helen of Troy
managed about her mother.

♪ ♪

Don't turn your head, young man.

Peek? I won't dream of it.

Beautiful.
No, don't look.

Psari.
What's that?

That's Greek for fish.
Oh.

You hungry?
What's Greek for "starved"?

Do you like Greek coffee?
It's bitter, but yes,

I like it.

The innkeeper's wife in Argos

knows how to read your fortune

in the bottom of the cup.

Did she read yours?
Yes.

What'd she find?

The usual.

You're going to meet a...

Ah, yes, there I am.

Heh, I don't believe
in those things.

What do you believe in?
In eight hours sleep.

When I can get it.

Uh, wait a minute.

I've got something for you.
What is it?

A ring.
I found it in the sea.

I have reason to believe

it was given by Pyramus
to Thisbe.

Who were they?

Two lovers
who were forbidden to marry.

It's a very sad story.
You won't sleep if I tell it.

It's very interesting.
I want you to have it.

Ah, never mind...

"To Dottie, with love,
from Harry.

March, 1965."

Tell me about Dottie and Harry.

Or will that keep me awake too?

I did find it in the sea.

Good morning.
Sorry, I couldn't get a cab.

Oh, Mrs. Stanley,
I must speak to you.

I must speak to you
for five minutes.

Later. Later. There are some
phone messages on your desk,

and Mr. Rogers is waiting
in your office

and he was here ahead
of, uh, Mrs. Adams.

Hmm.

I have to be at the
hairdressers' at 11.

You'll be in time.
Excuse me.

Mr. Rogers,
how kind of you to wait.

It's been one of those days.
Please sit down.

You told me on the telephone

you were planning
to move to New York.

Well, I didn't say that exactly.

My home will always be in Tulsa.

But I don't spend
much time there

since my wife passed over.
Oh, I'm so sorry.

I find I've got more and more
business in New York

and I'd kind of like to have
a place to hang my hat.

A pied-à-terre.
What's that?

That's French for
"a thousand a month."

All right.

You find me something
I like, little lady,

and money is no object.

Mr. Rogers,

you just used my favorite phrase

in the English language.

There's one here
that's not too bad.

1080 Park Avenue.
What's the cross street?

88th Street.
Oh, no, that's too far uptown.

Couldn't you give me this
same apartment in the 60s?

No, It's attached
to the building.

Hello, Billy.

I thought you were in Hollywood.

No, I got back a few days ago.

I did a TV pilot, a western,

a movie of the week
and four benefits.

Oh, good,
then you can't be broke.

Ha, ha, Margy,
there's no such word as "can't."

Uh, can I, uh, see Ann?

Uh, she's in with a client.
A rich one.

He owns all those

Happiness Inn motels.

I've stayed in about 20 of them,

but, uh,
I never found happiness.

I beg your pardon.

Don't I know you?
Oh, I don't think so.

You look very familiar.

Are you sure we haven't met?
Heh, I'd remember.

You know, you're the image of...

Oh, what's his name?
He's in television and movies.

Marlon Brando.
No.

Ah, you know who I mean.

He always takes the second
and third roles.

You must mean Billy Boylan.

Yes, I think that's his name.

Oh, you're Billy Boylan.

I'm happy to hear that.

Are you looking
for an apartment?

No, I came looking
for Mrs. Stanley.

I bet she's
a great big fan of yours.

I doubt that.
I used to be her husband.

How is it that her name
is Stanley and yours is Boylan?

Or was Stanley her maiden name?

Actually, it was my maiden name.

Hugo Petrie Stanley.

I use Billy Boylan
for professional reasons,

which I think should be obvious.

I know what it is.

Of course, it's the moustache.

I've never seen you
with a moustache.

Do you like it?
I'm mad about it.

Then you must have it.
Oh, heh.

Oh.

Oh, gracious.

I like it better on her.

Oh, no, I insist you keep
it as a souvenir.

I just needed it
for a commercial

I did this morning
and now I want you to have it.

Oh. thank you.

Thank you.

It's 11:00.

Oh, dear, I really must leave.

Oh, no.
Uh, please tell Mrs. Stanley

I couldn't wait.
She'll be devastated.

I'll try to come back tomorrow.

Now really try.

Ugh, heh.
She's a pain in the ass.

Somebody left the blueprint
out of this file.

You did.

Billy, dear, you're back.

How are you, beauty?
Oh.

Hey, Annie, I've never seen you
look so radiant,

so gorgeous and, uh, so sexy.

Billy, you can't be broke again.

I read you did so well
in Hollywood.

But you didn't read how I did
in Las Vegas, did you?

Just till the 1st, Annie.

If I put this deal over,
I'll help you.

How much?
I, uh, need a thousand.

But he'll take 250.

Margy, when did you start
wearing your hair that way?

What's the matter with it?
Nothing.

It makes you look
10 years younger.

Give him 500.
You got a deal.

Billy, you're a pleasure
to do business with.

I know. Tell me,

how was Greece?

Why do you ask that?

What? What did I ask?

Why did you ask about Greece?

Isn't that where you went
on your holiday?

Oh, yes.

What did you expect:
"How was Norway?"

When you have time,
call Mr. David

ask if he still wants
to rent his apartment.

No hurry.
Have you called Trina?

Trina?
Remember? Our daughter.

I just got in last night.
I'll call her tomorrow.

Please call her.
She's begun to think

her father's held captive
on Channel 9.

♪ ♪

It's covered with myrtle.

What's covered with myrtle?

Greece, of course.
What did you think, Norway?

I've never seen her like this.

Who'd she go to Greece with?
Her mother.

Ah, that explains everything.

I really want you to think
about it carefully.

It's not exactly going
for a song

and six rooms is rather large
for a man alone.

Well, I hope I won't
be alone much longer.

Oh.
Yes, uh, I hope so too.

May I have the keys to 880?
I'm taking Mr. Rogers over.

Now, J.D.

After we finish there, it'll be
just about time for lunch.

Will you lunch with me?

I'm afraid I have a lunch date.

No, you haven't.

I'm lunching with
Mrs. Buchanan today.

She called earlier.
She had to cancel.

Well, that's just dandy.

I'll go on ahead and
whistle up my driver.

We'll be right out front
in about three minutes.

Margy, you know I have a rule
about not dining or lunching

with male clients until
after we've made the deal.

You have more
rules and regulations

than a Girl Scout's manual.

J.D. Rogers is a rich widower
and he likes you.

Why not make it a rule
to remember

you're supporting an
ex-husband

a 17-year-old daughter,
and a 12-year-old mother?

Okay. What's wrong?

Why don't you ever wear
those cute red pumps?

I hate them.
They hurt.

For J.D. Rogers,
you can limp a little.

Margy, please get it
through your head

that I'm no longer
a Venus flytrap.

Ah.
I'm 39 years old.

I didn't hear it.
I refuse to hear it.

You've heard it.
I'm 39 years old.

I'm a
middle-aged woman.

So stop being such a pimp.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Buchanan.

This is Mrs. Stanley's
secretary.

Yes, about that lunch date,

her feet hurt.

Granny,

have you seen
my big gold earrings?

No, dear, I haven't.

Oh, Lewis Wilcox died.
He was only 87.

His mother was a Morgan,
you know.

Oh, I didn't realize
I had them on.

What's that?
That perfume?

Mrs. Wilcox was an Endicott,
you know?

That's my Fleur du Monde!

I didn't realize
I had that on, either.

Granny, will you please stay
the hell out of my things?

Why do you wear your hair
like that?

It absolutely ruins
your profile.

Those tights.
Those red tights.

Those are my red tights.
What red tights?

Don't tell me you didn't
realize you had them on.

Of course, I realized
I had them on.

I just didn't realize
they were red.

Oh. Granny, you're hopeless.
You're a hopeless kleptomaniac.

Oh, is that so?

I'd like to know what time
you came in last night?

Around 5.
Around 5 a.m.?

Five a.m.

Heh, you haven't even
the decency to lie.

Who were you out with
till 5 a.m.?

Mark, Rudy, and Bert.

Mark who? Rudy who?
And Bert who?

Who goes formal?
They're just kids I know.

And with whom are you
going out tonight?

Arthur.
Arthur?

Arthur who?

I've never heard you mention
an Arthur before.

I'll ask him when he comes in.

All right,
where's my ivory bracelet?

Oh, I don't know.
I was looking for that too.

Hmm.

Where is this Arthur taking you?

We're going to his house
to shoot pool.

Shoot pool.
How very feminine.

Drop it, Granny.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Excuse me.

What time is he coming?
Who?

Arthur.
What about him?

What time is he coming?

When he gets here,
that's what time he's coming.

Ah.

Congratulate me, kids.
I just sold a lovely

over-priced apartment.
That's wonderful, dear.

But right now...

Granny, please don't talk
in Norwegian in front of me.

I don't understand it
and I think it's very rude.

I just told your mother
I would like to talk to her

about her daughter.
Oh.

And I'd like to talk to you
about your mother.

I'd like to talk
to the police too.

She's been going out till
all hours of the morning

with all sorts
of anonymous boys.

We'll get into it later.
Right now I'm getting into

nothing more serious
than a nice, hot bath.

Guess who called me today?
Who?

My father.
He even remembered my name.

My God, is he back?

Yes, he stopped by the office.

How much did he ask for?

Trina, I will not have you
talk about father that way.

Let her. It's the first
sensible thing she's said.

Every man has a time
in his life when he's broke

and your father is no exception.

Oh, he certainly isn't.
He's the rule!

I'm going to have a bath,
Mother,

and then I'd like to
talk to you, about you.

It's Arthur, for me.

Hello. Are you Trina Stanley?
Yes.

Who are you?
He's Arthur.

Uh, Peter.
Arthur Peter.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Didn't Arthur call?

Oh, he asked me to pick
you up because I live

so much closer than he does.
Oh, fine.

I'm ready, let's go.
Trina.

If you don't mind,
I would like to meet Arthur.

This isn't Arthur,
this is Peter.

My grandmother,
Mrs. Ericson.

Come in for a moment, young man.

And where are you delivering
my granddaughter this evening?

Goodnight, Granny.

I want to know
where you're going.

I told you!
Peter is taking me

to Arthur's where
we're going to shoot pool.

Peter who? Arthur who?

Granny, in my dresser,
second drawer on the left.

There's a new chiffon
paisley scarf.

Why don't you go on in
and steal it?

I want to know
where you're going.

You are not going out with a boy

whose last name
you don't even know.

My Vitabath is all gone
and who's...

♪ ♪

Ann, this young man,
who Trina has never met,

nor I gather even heard
of before,

rings the doorbell
as a proxy for Arthur.

He had the decency to pick me up
as a favor to Arthur.

Arthur who?
How should I know?

- He's a friend of Peter's.
- Peter who?

Peter Latham.
Okay? Happy now?

Latham. I went to school
in London with a Latham girl.

An Isabella Latham
from Pittsburgh.

She's my aunt.
No. How extraordinary!

Well, if Isabella Latham
is your aunt

then your mother must be
a Hohenhauser.

She is.

Why are you staring
at my mother?

I'm sorry.

You remind me so much
of a woman I met in Greece.

A Penelope Potter.

- Penelope Potter?
- Not a very Greek name, is it?

My name is Ann Stanley.

Delighted to meet you,
Mrs. Stanley.

What an interesting ring,
Mrs. Stanley.

Oh, mother found it in Greece.

Did you like Greece?
Oh, she adored it.

But I was ill the whole time

with a fantastically
upset stomach.

Of course, there was one night
I was worried out of my mind

because Ann's car broke down

and she didn't get back
to the hotel till morning.

Tell him about that.
Ah, some other time, Mother.

Have a nice evening, Trina.

We really have plenty of time.

Oh, Trina, why don't you
offer Mr. Latham a drink?

We're pushing ouzo
since Mom got back from Greece.

She's hooked on the stuff.

I love ouzo too.
But no thanks.

What happened that night your
car broke down, Mrs. Stanley?

Oh, heh, I don't remember.

Well, of course you do.

There she was, stuck out
in the middle of nowhere

in that terrible heat,
with an utterly useless car,

not a house in sight, no phone,
when who should come along?

Who?
A nun.

A nun?
A perfectly wonderful nun

who took her to the convent

where they fed her and
they put her up for the night.

Wasn't that sweet of them?

Isn't it a lovely story?
It's absolutely fantastic.

Let's get out of here
before they drag out

the color slides.

Goodnight, Mom.

Goodnight, Granny.
Goodnight, darling.

Goodnight, Mrs. Ericson.
Goodnight, Mr. Latham.

Goodnight, Mrs. Stanley.
Oh.

What was that he said to you?

How would I know?
I don't know Greek.

Oh, I do hope he likes Trina.

Trina, married to a Hohenhauser.

Oh, think of it, Ann.

Tell me about the Hohenhausers.
They're in steel, aren't they?

Oh, darling,
the Hohenhausers are in money.

And the Lathams?

Isabella Latham
had three brothers.

Or was it two?
Oh, never mind.

And one of them married
the Hohenhauser girl

who inherited but everything.

And this boy Peter, is the son.

Didn't you think
he was absolutely charming?

How old do you think he is?
About 20?

Twenty-two.
Hmm.

I'll play the eight ball,
right here.

Heh, come on.

Who taught you to play pool?
Minnesota Fats?

Ever heard
of 86th Street Charlie?

Your parents, how long have
they been divorced?

Eight or nine years.
Something like that. Three ball.

Eleven, side.

Hasn't she ever wanted
to marry again?

I don't know. She seems awfully
happy as "Mrs. Stanley Realty."

Nine, cross corner.

What caused the breakup?

Dad, I suppose.
He's sweet, adorable, funny

and totally irresponsible.

He'll always be a kid.

Six, corner.

She's still a very attractive
woman. Why wouldn't she want...

I think it has something to do
with her being foreign.

I mean, that combination
of Norwegian and British.

Too bad she didn't have a touch
of some warmer climate.

Why all these questions
about my family?

Anyone would think
you were going to ask

for my hand in marriage.

You never know.
Oh, forget it.

I don't dig guys my own age.

Though I must say you do seem
more mature than most of them.

Likewise, I'm sure.
Heh.

Yes, Margy.

Mr. Latham?

Didn't you tell him
we were closed?

I mean, it's almost 6:00.

Oh, I see.

No, no, no.
Don't send him in here.

I'll come out there.

Mr. Latham.

I didn't expect
to see you again so soon.

Mr. Latham is...
Looking for a studio apartment.

Yes, that's right.

Um, you run along, Margy.

I'll handle this.
Oh, okay.

Have a wonderful,
wonderful evening.

Oh, well, good night.

How dare you come here?
How dare you?

No one dared me.
It was my own idea.

What do you want?
An apartment.

What's wrong with
the one you're in?

It's lonely.

Have dinner with me?
I can't. I won't.

Penelope.

Don't call me that.
Penelope Potter is dead.

She died in Greece,

so go back to your apartment

and get yourself a dog
or a cat or a book.

Why did you cut out?

Why did you just disappear
without a word?

I apologize for that.

It seemed the best thing
to do at that time.

I'm sorry.

I'd like to ask you one question

and I'd like an honest answer.

Did you enjoy that night?

I would like an honest answer.

Yes, all right, I enjoyed it.
You were terrific.

Is that what you want to hear?
Is your ego so impoverished

that you have to be told that?

I'm not talking about sex.
I'm talking about something

that happened between you and me
that had nothing to do with sex.

Didn't you feel anything
more than that?

Peter, we were in Greece
under a Greek moon,

all that ouzo, all that myrtle.

Yes, something happened.
How could it not?

It had nothing to do with
geography or myrtle or ouzo.

We could've been on 10th Avenue
smelling bus fumes

and drinking Diet Pepsi
and it would've happened!

All right.
But it can't happen again.

Why not?
Because it mustn't.

Would you like it to?

Peter, you're a very nice kid,
but you are a kid

and I am, among other things,
a mother of a grown daughter.

I can't be seen running
around with a kid,

not even a nice one.
I could be arrested.

I have a friend
in the D.A.'s office,

I could get you off
with a light fine.

Peter, try to be serious

and understand my position.

I do. I understand
your position.

Then you know we cannot
see each other again.

Yes.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry too.

You're very understanding
and I'm terribly grateful.

Goodbye, Peter.

Oh, this rain.
It's like Pango Pango.

Mr. Latham.
How nice to see you again.

Nice to see you,
Mrs. Ericson.

I worry so about Trina,
out without her raincoat.

How do you know she's out
without her raincoat?

This is her raincoat.

Mr. Latham,
what brings you up here?

I'm looking for an apartment.

I told him we haven't
a thing to offer him

and he understands.
Doesn't he?

He certainly does.

Oh, but how nice of you
to come to Ann.

A natural selection.
That's sweet.

Well, darling, I'm afraid

we'll just have
to sit it out here.

There's not a taxi in sight
and you can't get near a bus.

I have a dinner date
with J.D. Rogers

so we'll have to make
a dash for the subway.

- I have my car here.
- Oh.

Aren't you marvelous?

Absolutely marvelous,
but we don't want

to take you out of your way.

Darling,
I'm sure that Mr. Latham...

Peter. Please.

I'm sure that Peter
wouldn't mind dropping us off,

especially if we ask him
in for tea.

I love tea.

Mother, you know I have a date.

Oh, don't worry, dear.

Trina and
I will look after Peter.

Trina will be so happy
to see you again.

I'm sure she will.
I owe her $17.

Oh, well, All right.
Hurry it up.

I'll ring for the elevator.

You're not coming up
to my apartment.

I promised your mother.
Other arm.

Now, Peter,
we've just had a nice,

serious talk and you told me
that you understood.

I do.

Stop that.

You're always dressing
me or undressing me!

Stop that and leave me alone.

You're going to drop us off

and then you're going to
say goodbye,

because you have a date
that you forgot about.

Peter's going to drop us off,

but he won't be able to come up,

because he has a date
that he forgot about.

Oh.
I play poker

every Wednesday evening.

But this is Friday.

Of course! I'm free!

I tried.

Hi.
Hi.

We brought Peter with us.

Nice to see you again, Trina.
Nice to see you, Peter.

Nice to see my raincoat too.

Well, if you'll all excuse me,
I have a date. Goodbye, Peter.

I expect you will be gone
by the time I've changed.

Oh, not at all.

He's going to stay and
dine with me and Trina.

Aren't you, Peter?
I'd love to.

You're not going out,
are you, dear?

No.

You look so done up,
I thought you might be.

Doesn't she look stunning?
Stunning.

I have a kaftan
almost exactly...

That's my kaftan.

That's right, Granny.
Now you know how I feel.

You take it off at this moment!

What are you doing?

Taking it off,
right this moment.

In front of Peter?

Well, I'm sure Peter's

seen girls undress before.
No comment.

Trina is as witty
as she is beautiful.

Well, I think I'll go
and put on something dry.

I'm sure you two can get along
without me for a moment.

You must have an awful
lot to talk about.

You owe me.

$17.
I have it right here.

Poor concentration.
That's your trouble.

Pretty wet out today.
Hmm.

I don't mind rain.
Rain's okay.

So, uh, what's new since
the other night?

Nothing.

What's new with you?

Nothing.

It's still raining.

I don't mind rain.

Rain is okay.

Trina dear, did you know

your mother's finding
an apartment for Peter?

Oh?
Does that mean

that you'll be staying
permanently in New York?

One always associates
your family with Pittsburgh.

I'm living here now.
Most of my work's

in New York and Washington.
What do you do?

You wouldn't believe me
if I told.

Try me.

How about Head of Labor
Relations for Hohenhauser Steel?

I'd believe it. Your daddy's
President, isn't he?

If you knew my father,
you'd know how funny that is.

He's the one in the company
who opposed my getting the job.

If you're so rich,
you ought to make Mommy get you

one of those sexy apartments
over at River House.

Trina, I'm sure Peter
has told your mother

exactly what he wants.

Oh, yes, she knows exactly
what I want.

Well.
My God!

Ha, ha, do you like it?

You look fabulous.

Doesn't she look fabulous,
Peter?

Fantastic!

Mr. Rogers must be
someone very special.

Hmm, what's his specialty, Mom?

Really, I wish the two
of you wouldn't act

as if I spend all my evenings

slumping around in snowshoes.

My date with Mr. Rogers
is purely business

so why don't you all relax?

Thank you.

Ahem, what time is it?

It's only 6:45.
So why don't you relax?

Oh, I am relaxed.
He isn't due here until 7.

Well, you know what the
traffic's like in this weather.

He may be late.
Oh, is it still raining?

Stop creeping up on me.

Oh, I'll get it.

What's the matter with you all?

Can't you please sit down
and talk among yourselves?

All right. Come on.

I wonder if you can get
your ears pierced on Blue Cross?

Hello, J.D. Come in, come in.

Hey, wahoo.

Look at you.

When you pull yourself together,

you get everything
in the right place!

Well, I'm afraid it's a bit
of a family evening.

I like that.

Mother,
this is J.D. Rogers.

This is my mother,
Mrs. Ericson.

Ma'am.
My daughter has told me

so much about you,
Mr. Rogers.

Well, is that a fact?

And this is my daughter, Trina.
Well, hello, young lady.

Looks seem to run
in your family.

And this is your son?
What?

Hiya, fella.
I'm Peter Latham.

Oh, Peter is a friend
of my granddaughter's.

A natural mistake.

He's handsome enough
to be yours.

Ha, ha, thank you.
Uh, would you like a drink?

Don't mind if I do.
Bourbon, rocks, no water.

I hear Mommy clipped you
for a very expensive apartment.

Well, that's right, kid.
But I loved it, though.

A dinky little old apartment
and this pretty little lady

looks you right
in the eye and says, "150."

And you know she means big ones.

That's high-class clipping.

Did you say soda?

No, I said no water.

At least she's going
to throw in a little advice

about drapes and chintz
and all that shit.

Oh, ha, ha, I've never heard
the decorating business

more accurately described.

Well, here's mud in your eye.

So how are you doing
in school, little lady?

Oh, I'm not in school.
I finished high school.

And I haven't decided yet
about college.

You're going to college.
I haven't decided yet.

What do you do with your time?
I read.

I sketch.
Sometimes I shoot pool.

A little girl like you
shoots pool?

She just looks like a girl,
she's really Paul Newman.

Well, whenever you're ready.

Why, sure.

Only I hate leaving
this little family.

Oh, you'll get used to it.

Goodnight, Mother.
Goodnight, Trina.

Goodbye, Peter.

It's my pleasure
to have met you all.

Oh, am I too late?
About eight years.

I thought we had a date tonight.

I said we'd talk.
No date was mentioned.

I brought you moo goo gai pan.

- You love moo goo gai pan.
- Billy!

Granny Maud!

I'm not sure if you remember me.

I'm your daughter, Trina.

Hello, baby.

Good to see you, Daddy.

Oh, Mrs. Stanley, if you really
had a date with your beau...

Oh, he's not my beau
and we had no date.

He's only a part-time
ex-husband.

Billy Boylan.
J.D. Rogers.

How do you do?
Billy Boylan!

Say, I've seen you on
Death Valley Days.

Believe me,
I've had plenty of them.

Billy Boylan!
Yeah, Billy Boylan.

I don't think you've met
Peter Latham.

Oh, hi, Peter.

Peter's Head of, uh,
Labor Relations

for Hohenhauser Steel.

Oh, you do this
after school, kid?

No, it's a full-time job.

Well, goodnight, everybody.
Let's go, J.D.

Would somebody please
take this...

Oh, it seems a shame to go off

and break up this party.
Oh, please.

Say, I've got an idea.
No.

Why don't I take everybody
to dinner?

Someplace where there's dancing.

Lovely!
Marvy!

What a darling guy.
Me too?

No.
Why sure, Pete,

glad to have you aboard.

Well, the ayes have it.

What about you, Ann?
What about me?

Are you glad to have me aboard?

What?

Oh, Peter, you're crazy.
Somebody could...

We're not on the beach,
you know.

You didn't answer me.

What was your question?

My feet are killing me.

Here.

Look at your mother, will you?
How does she do it?

She's wearing Trina's shoes.

They're a size
too large for her.

She's got more energy
than that kid.

He's quite attractive, isn't he?

No.

I think he is.

- He's very poised.
- He's too poised.

He's not attractive to me.

Is he Trina's new fling?
What else?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe as Mommy gets older,
she fancies them younger.

What a filthy little
showbiz mind.

Wait a minute.
I was only kidding.

The worst thing in the world
is a creaky old lady

running after a young boy.
Oh, come on, you're only 39.

Forty.

What?

Forty.
Forty?

You mean you're
the same age as me?

You haven't been 40 since...
I'm 40.

It's in the Celebrity Register.

Forty. 4-0.

And how many years has that
been in the Celebrity Register?

Who's counting?

Come on, Billy.
You're the best dancer here.

God knows when
we'll get to see you again.

Don't do that.
I'm watching the game.

It's halftime.
You were sleeping.

I was resting.
That damned party lasted...

Hey, where are you going?

Out to the movies with
some kids, if you must know.

I've a right to know.
I'm your father.

And the court did give me
visiting rights.

Yes, well,
don't abuse them, darling.

Damn it, Trina,
I'm trying to be a father.

Yes, I know. But it isn't
something you can just step into

like a guest shot on TV.

Oh, whether you like it or not,
I happen to have the part.

And you're going
to be very good.

You just need
a little more rehearsal.

Trina...
Why don't we lunch tomorrow?

And go over your lines?
Mwah, bye-bye, darling.

Trina!

Pan Am makes the going great.

Go with Pan Am and
you'll go where the action is.

This is the Blue Aegean, with
its lovely romantic islands.

Let a Pan Am ticket take you
there. Go where the action is.

Go where it's happening.
Go. Go. Go.

I went.

Is it a crime
to watch a ballgame here?

Heh, it wasn't a ballgame,
it was a commercial.

It will be a ballgame
if everybody would leave

- the damn set on.
- Where's Trina?

Your daughter went out.

What's wrong with you?
Everything.

Everything.
My whole life.

Okay, start at the beginning.

No, start in the middle.
I know the beginning.

Well. I was very embarrassed
last night.

You weren't too embarrassing.

I didn't say I was embarrassing.

I said I was embarrassed.
Oh, what about?

How do you think I felt
when Peter and J.D.

were fighting over the check?

You could have joined the fight.

Heh, suppose I'd have won?

I see what you mean.

I would have loaned
you the money.

Oh, I'm sick of borrowing
money from you, Ann.

You too?

Oh, fine.
We both get the message.

You're not having trouble
getting work, are you?

No, I'm not exactly pushing
Jack Lemmon off the screen,

but I can work.
I work all the time.

It's not that.
Then what?

The most extraordinary,
the most unaccountable things

have been zapping me
for the past year.

Billy, what is it?

It comes over me
at the damnedest times,

like when I'm on a set.

Cameras grinding away
and my nose down

some stupid bird's bazoom

and suddenly
I hear this voice asking me

"is this any way for a grown
man to make a living?"

And I find my interests,
my values, have changed.

It's called growing up.

I have a daughter
who doesn't even know me.

That's not her fault.

I didn't say it was her fault.

It's not too late.

I want her to know me.

I want her to love me.

But she does love you,
when she sees you.

You're very lovable.
Really you are, Billy.

I know I'm lovable.

But am I respectable?
Ah, that's something else.

Right. And that's
the something else I want.

I think Trina would have
a lot more respect for me

if I had a real
honest-to-goodness job.

Like what?
Public relations.

Public relations?
That's real?

It's something I know
a little bit about

and you've gotta start
somewhere.

Now, uh, J.D.

must have a public relations
department

with all those motels of his

so, um, how about you putting
in a kind word

for little old Billy?

I'll be glad to,
when I run into him.

Oh, don't kid a kidder, baby.

You're seeing him tonight.
I heard.

Billy, I do want to thank you

for not minding
your own business.

But this is my business.

Oh, come on,
make yourself gorgeous.

When you get yourself done up

you can get anything
you want from any man.

A 40-year-old woman
doesn't need a stage mother.

Forty years old.
Don't think like that.

Think like a diamond.
What?

A diamond.
Not years, but carats.

You are a multi-carated,
blue-white diamond.

That must be Van Cleef & Arpels.

Yes. Oh, hello, J.D.

Yes, J.D.
Oh, I did too.

Oh, the party was marvelous

and wildly extravagant.

Well, um, what time tonight?

Oh, I see.

If you can't make it, you can't.

What's he trying to pull?

Oh, for the whole week?

Heh, have a nice trip.

Oh, please don't apologize.

I'll talk to you
when you get back.

Goodbye.
Did the balloon go up?

He's called to the coast
on business.

Nuts.
Ah.

Surely, you don't want him
to neglect your future.

Nuts!

Don't worry, Billy.
I'll talk to him.

Let me fix you something to eat.

Ah, he's changed his mind.

Let me talk to him.

Give me that.
It's my call!

Shh.
Hello.

Oh, ahem, hello?
Who is it?

It's one of Trina's
little friends.

Is there someone
there with you?

Oh, yes, that's so true.

Ann, I must talk to you.

Uh, well, I'm afraid Trina
isn't home now.

This is serious. There's
something I've gotta tell you.

Uh, could you please give me
the message?

I'll tell her
when she comes home.

I can't discuss it on the phone.

There's a little bar, uh
near my office, on 52nd Street.

It's very dark
and no one ever goes there.

I'm afraid that's
quite impossible.

I'll come over
and say what I have to say

in front of everyone.
Would you like that?

Oh, not at all.

Well, I've got to see you.
You tell me where and when.

Uh, oh, did you say,

"the skating rink
at Rockefeller Plaza"?

I'll tell her.

The skating rink
at Rockefeller Plaza?

You know, I can arrange lessons
for you, if you'd like.

No, thank you.
Not tonight.

We're just, uh, browsing.

Since neither of us skates
would you mind telling me

what we're doing here?

You said you had
to talk with me.

There was something
you must tell me.

Why here?

It was the most public place
I could think of.

I can always say
I ran into you by accident.

You are so organized.

Now, Peter,
this has got to stop.

You know that.

Heh, you're
a very intelligent boy.

You're even
a rather sensitive boy.

You have a way of...

A kind of natural authority
that is...

Very unusual.
Very unusual in a...

A lad of my years In a lad of...

Don't mock me.

Now look, since you are
intelligent and sensitive

you must have some small, uh...
Small, uh...

Insight.
In...

You are hopeless.

On the contrary,
I've never been more hopeful.

I can tell
you what your trouble is.

You spend one wonderful
night in Greece,

now you're going to spend
the rest of your life

trying to recapture it.

May I speak now? May I say what
I brought you here to tell you?

Go ahead.

I'm not trying to recapture
a night in Greece

or anywhere else.

I know where my head is.

It's right here and right now.

Ann, I'm in love with you.

Well, I feel very honored
and terribly flattered.

For God's sakes, I didn't say

I was putting out a stamp
with your picture.

I'm in love with you.
Don't you listen?

Yes, I listen.
I just don't know what to say.

What does a woman my age say

when a 22-year-old kid tells
her he's in love with her?

She says what she feels.

Well,
I feel honored and flattered.

And that's all?
No.

I also feel that it
just isn't convenient.

I mean, you can't just fling
yourself into my life this way.

You...
You're upsetting things.

My life has a certain...

A certain balance

and a certain harmony.

You'd be better off with
some spontaneity, chaos.

Say what you mean, feel.

Oh, action.
I've had all that.

All I want now
is a little tranquility.

How about trying for dead?
I mean it.

I don't believe you.
Then believe this:

I am not attracted
to young boys.

Not to you, not to any.

Lady, that is a lie.

I don't know about anybody else,
but you're attracted to me.

Be honest. What are you
so frightened of?

It's criminal.
What is?

I'm falling all over
a young man.

You're not falling all over me.
Not yet.

Now, that was honest.

That's what really frightens
you, isn't it? Being honest?

When you're around,
everything frightens me.

I think you're just
a naturally nervous type.

You ought to be married.

I've been married.
Not to me.

Ann, I want you to marry me.
Peter, please.

I'm not kidding, Ann.
I'm asking you.

Will you marry me?

I'm not kidding, Peter.

I'm telling you. No.

Why not?

I'm not in love with you.

You don't know
if you are or not.

You're so spooked by the idea
of what people will think

that you can't think yourself.
Whose opinions count so much?

Your mother? Your daughter?
The Mayor?

Your mother's charming,
but she wouldn't care

as long as she hooks up
with a Hohenhauser.

As for Trina...
That's enough about my family.

What can I say to convince you?
I am convinced.

Now, we're going to have
a cup of coffee together

then we'll say goodbye
for good and forever.

I promise you
that's the only way...

Oh, my God.
What is it?

- Over there.
- Who are they?

Friends of Mother's.

Mrs. Bigelow
and Mrs. Randall.

I must go.
Wait a minute.

No, heh, I really must go.

You can go. I just want to ask
you to think about it.

About what?

I want you to think about us,
and now

and not people's opinions
and the rest of that crap.

Will you promise me that, Ann?

Will you promise
to think about it?

Yes, I will.

Oh.

Do I remind you of your mother?

Better luck next time.

Really, Maud,

I think you ought to just
settle down and accept the fact

that Peter is not
in love with me.

You're not going to be related
to the Hohenhausers.

He doesn't dig me,
and I don't appeal to him.

But you're the
living image of me.

Then you don't appeal to him.

Oh, nonsense.
He adores me.

He's just terribly shy.

That's it. He's terribly shy
and needs encouragement.

Trina, darling,

Peter Latham can give you all
the luxuries you can think of

and a lot more
you've never heard of.

But Granny Maud,
he doesn't love me.

Huh, and I tell you he does.

Well, do you know something
that I don't know?

Maybe I do and maybe I don't.

Well, if you do, tell me.

And if you don't,
I would like a little privacy.

Your mother's home.

Now we'll see what I know

and what I don't know.

Ann, dear, where've you been?

Oh, I went to Bloomingdale's.

Hm, was that before
or after you went ice skating?

Ice skating?

Oh, heh,
Mrs. Bigelow called.

No, Mrs. Randall. She saw you
ice skating with Peter.

With Peter?
How did she know it was Peter?

Oh, she didn't, but I knew
from her description of him.

You see, I've seen
what's been going on.

He's been courting you
to get to Trina.

Oh, what a clever boy.

What happened?
Did he declare himself?

Mm-hm.

Did he mention love?
Mm-hm.

Marriage? Did he
mention marriage?

Mm-hm.

Wait a minute.
Look, Mommy...

Just a moment, dear.

I'm trying to talk to
your mother about Peter.

It's not you he wants to marry,
Granny. It's me.

Oh, actually, uh...

Actually, it is neither of you.

What he's got in mind
is something, um,

in between.

In between?

You don't mean...

Hmm.

You can't mean.

That little boy
wants to marry you?

Hmm.

Oh.

Oh.

My God.

I'm sorry I'm late.

This is the plum.

I think I prefer it
for the couch.

Whatever you say, Ann.

This apartment is
going to have your brand on it.

Thank you.
Now, for the chairs.

I don't always intend

to live here alone, you know?
Oh.

So make it something
a woman might like.

Something you'd like.

I mean, to suit your tastes.

I've changed my
mind about the plum.

I wish you'd hear me out here.
Maybe the brown.

I didn't have much of a
marriage my first time around,

but I think
I can make some woman happy.

- Oh.
- The right woman.

I'm sure.

I'd give her everything.

She'd be a regular little queen.

I know how generous you are.

But you know what I want
above everything?

Is a family.

My wife. My late wife,
she couldn't have children.

Me? Hell, I'd like to
have all I could get.

Well, that's perfectly natural.

I know we didn't come here
to talk about marriage.

No, we didn't.

But I'm only 43. Shoot.

Forty-three,
a man is at his peak.

And I just know I'll make
a good husband for Trina.

Trina?

She'll make some little mama,
that daughter of yours.

"Some little mama."

Have you alerted Trina
to this project?

We love each other, Ann.
I see.

You've always wanted children

and now you're
going to marry one.

And we want to get
married right away.

We don't see any sense
in waiting.

Certainly not,
with you at your peak.

How long has this been going on?

It started that first night.

The night we
all went out together.

It happened just like that.

You may not like this, Ann...

but I didn't go out of town
like I said.

I've been seeing Trina
every night.

And you kept it a secret.

That wasn't very nice, J.D.

I know that, and I felt
real bad about it too.

But Trina,
she was so sure that...

That I'd what?

Well, that you'd be jealous.

I told her,
but she seems to think

just because she's
interested in me

that every other woman is too.
She's such a baby.

Oh, yes, she is.

Too much of a baby for marriage.

Why? The way I see it,
a woman 18...

Trina's only 17.

She is?

Why, that little devil,.

Anyway, the way I figure,
a woman, 17 or 18,

and a man, 43,
are a perfect balance.

Maybe in your neck
of the woods, J.D.

I love her, Ann.

Oh, for God's sake.

If you're fool enough to
let yourself fall in love

with a 17-year-old...
If I'm a fool,

well, I'll just
have to live with it.

Ann, I promise I'll take
good care of her.

And you too.
And me?

Naturally. I'm going to be
your son-in-law.

If you try pulling
something square,

like preventing me
from seeing J.D.,

I'll just run off with him
until I'm 18,

then we'll be married anyway.

Mm-hm, and for
your honeymoon,

he can take you to Disneyland.

I shouldn't think you'd want me
to answer that in kind.

My big mistake
was not sending you

to a good,
tough military school.

Well, I am going
to marry J.D.

And that, as they say, is that.

Do you love him?

No one is forcing me
to marry him.

We're surprisingly
right for each other.

We need each other.
You need each other.

Has it ever occurred to you
that you're attracted to J.D.

because he represents
a father image?

Of course it has.

It was the first thing
I thought.

But what difference
does it make?

I mean love, any love,

has to begin with
some kind of attraction.

It could be the look
in his eyes,

or the tone of his voice,

heh, or the turn of his nose.

All right.
I was attracted to J.D.

because he was a father image.

I think that's a solid enough
foundation to build on.

He's crazy about me, Mom.

He makes all the decisions,
and he's so easy to be with.

I know just
what you're thinking.

Heh, do you?
Mm-hm.

You're thinking,
"How did I fail her?

Where did
I go wrong?"

Forget it, Mommy.
You've done okay.

Oh, Trina, have I?

You've spoiled me rotten,
of course.

But you're so sweet

that I did try not to
take advantage of it.

Oh, my darling, I just
want you to be happy.

I will be, Mommy.
I am.

Trina and J.D.?
I can't believe it.

Believe it.
They've set the date.

Little Trina and Big J.
I, uh...

Who would've thought?
Who would've dreamed?

How's the morale?
You're not zonked?

I'm not at all zonked.
That's the spirit.

Don't treat me as if
I'd been left at the altar.

The big J.D. romance was
all in your mind and Maud's.

Look, if it's okay with Trina,
it's okay with me.

I like Big J.

Are you sure you're thinking
of Trina, not that job?

What job?
Public relations.

J.D.'s going to talk
to you about it.

He's ready to hire you.

All that security, future

and respectability.
Remember?

That'll have to wait
for a while, baby.

That TV show we did
was sold yesterday.

They think this series
could run four,

maybe for five years.
How about that?

Billy, will you ever
make up your mind

what you want to be
when you grow up?

Listen, Annie, this could be
the big one for me.

And I'd like to think that
there's someone like J.D. around

to take care of Trina.

It's a natural attraction.

Annie, actually,
you'd be surprised

how devastating
young girls find me.

There's something
very sexy about this age.

Have you noticed that too?
Too?

What if I told you
that I've had a proposal?

You? No. Who?

Me. Yes.
Peter Latham who.

Peter Latham?

You mean, that kid?
Trina's little boyfriend?

He's not Trina's
little boyfriend.

He's my little boyfriend.

And he asked you to marry him?

What's he on?

You've gotta keep your eyes
open with kids that age,.

I don't think
it's all that funny.

And here's to you,
Mrs. Robinson.

Oh, come on.

You know it's a howl.
You and him.

You've gotta admit
that next to you,

he doesn't seem
completely mature.

Whereas you do, which proves how
deceiving appearances can be.

What did you tell him?

I told him I'd think about it.

I've been thinking
about it all week.

Do you love him?

For heaven's sake, Billy.
I'm 40 years old.

It's quite enough to be loved

and have a few of my
tomorrows taken care of.

Ah, I see. It'd be a union
of love on his part,

and fatigue on yours.

Ah, there's no use
talking to you.

You don't understand.

You can't be serious about this.

I told you
I'm thinking about it.

And I'm telling you,

you better have
your head examined!

What are you so angry about?
I'm angry because...

Because I'm jealous.

You've no right to be.

You know I always thought

that some day you and I'd
get together...

Billy, please, I gave already.

Look, you could sell
the business now

and move to the coast with me.

You're too young for me.

You see, you're the one
who's a kid.

Peter is twice as old as you.

Ah, cut the crap, Annie.

Peter Latham is a baby.
A little-bitty baby.

Peter Latham is 22 years old.
Were you a baby at 22?

You're damned right I was.

A little-bitty baby.

Well, Peter isn't.

Listen, do you have
to marry him?

As opposed to what?

Couldn't you adopt him?

Billy, sometimes you are
so crude, and so cruel.

Oh, I don't mean to be,

but have you ever
thought what...

What people will say?
Yes.

Of course I've thought about it.

I don't think we are too
utterly ridiculous together

and people don't stare at us

and who says I have to live
my life for public opinion?

Nobody.

You're absolutely right.

If the kid is to your taste,

what the hell?
Youth is great. Enjoy it.

It's not his youth
that's to my taste.

It bothers me terribly.

It's only that when I'm with him

something happens that has never
happened with any other man.

It's the damnedest thing.

After all these years,
I've finally found someone

who is strong
and dependable and...

I'm sorry, Billy.

No, that's okay.
Say it like it is.

I've finally found someone
who really takes over.

Someone who could have
anybody he wants

and he wants me.

Annushka.

You're in love with the kid.

Well, then don't let anything
stand in your way, baby.

You've earned this.

Well, ahem, is Trina home?
Yeah.

I think I'll drop in
and see her. You know,

tell her I'll be there at the
wedding to give her away.

That would mean so much to her.

Yeah.

You know, I don't mind
giving her away.

It's you I mind.

Peter Latham, please.
It's Ann Stanley calling.

No, no, no, miss.

Tell him it's Penelope Potter.

We don't have to
show up here, you know.

Oh, but they're your
friends, aren't they?

I'm going to meet them sooner.

Ah, the messiah
has come at last.

Just as we were giving up hope.

We went to a show.

Ann, this is Arthur Forbes.

Arthur, my fiancée, Ann Stanley.

How do you do?
Ann Stanley? Stanley.

That name sends celestial music

rushing through the old medulla.

Aah, Trina's sister?

I'm her mother, but thank you
from the bottom of my heart.

Heh, oh, her mother.

Oh, Mrs. Stanley,
I'm so pleased to meet you.

Well, come in, huh?
Enjoy. Enjoy.

It's not like this every night.

What?

I said, are you shocked?
Oh, not at all.

I read The Decline and Fall
of the Roman Empire.

What?

Let's have a drink!

Frank, two Scotch on the rocks.

Peter!

Hi, Poll.

I called you
four times this week.

How about returning one of them?
I've been busy.

I would like you to meet
my fiancée, Ann Stanley.

How do you do?

Forget the calls.

What?
To us.

Oh.

Petesie! Hey!

Hi!

Hey, I thought
you were in Toledo

or wherever it is you come from.

Gabriella, I'd like you to meet
my fiancée, Ann Stanley.

Hi.
How do you do?

Fiancée?

I thought it was about time
for me to take the plunge.

Honey, I think it's about time
for both of you.

Well, congratulations.

And you can take it from me,
you are getting the very best.

I ought to know, right, Petesie?

I mean, he's, like, wow,
if you know what I mean.

Oh, Peter, I'm afraid I won't be
able to make it to your wedding.

Excuse me.

So I'll just have to kiss
the groom now,.

Goodbye.

Hmph.

How do you feel
about some fresh air?

What?
Let's get out of here.

Who was that girl?
Who?

That girl dressed in Saran Wrap.

Gabriella. She's a nice kid.
A little kinky, but nice.

Is there something between you?
Yes, you.

I mean, have you slept with her?

A couple of times, yes.
Silly question.

"I mean, he's, like, wow,

if you know what I mean."

How can you let something
like that get away from you?

Ann, what's the matter?

I don't know.
It was all a mistake.

I mean, we should have gone to

Radio City and Rumplemayer's.

Well, we can still make
Rumplemayer's.

Come on, that's just
what we both need,

a couple of banana splits.

No. Not here.
Not New York.

Pittsburgh?

If you had your choice
of any place in the world

to be married, and you have
where would you choose?

I think Greece. Yes, Greece.

We can be married in Argos.

And we will spend our honeymoon

on the same beach where we met.

Complete with fishing spear,
sleeping bag and motorcycle.

Let's have everything
the way it was.

You've got it. Now that
we've settled on where,

how about when?

Next spring.
Next spring?

I was thinking of next week.

Peter, I have a business to run.

I can't just go rushing off.

Why not? If I can, you can.
Can you?

Yes. I'm surrounded
by competence.

Uh, all I'm surrounded
by is Mrs. Margolin.

Can't she run things?

Yes, she can,

but she doesn't
like the responsibility.

Listen, I'm an expert
on labor relations.

Paint her office, raise her
salary, make her vice president.

I promise she'll
love the responsibility.

Let's leave Saturday.

Saturday?
That's three days away.

Ann, for once, just once,

I would love to hear you say:

"I can. I will. Yes."

Let's leave Saturday.

Tsk, the next business.

Oh.

Peter, it's beautiful.

Richard Burton
couldn't have done better.

Peter, there's something
I must tell you.

That day we met in Greece,

remember I told you I was 36?
And then you upped it to 38.

I'm afraid that wasn't
quite true, either.

I know. You're 40.

You know?
Trina told me.

Oh, big mouth.

I didn't want to enter
into a marriage

with any secrets or any lies.

You're perfectly right,
so I'll make my confession.

I'm not really 22.
You're not?

I'm only nine.

Peter, can't you be serious
about anything?

Some things.

Before I put this on,
I want you to tell me something.

How do you feel?
I'm happy. Very happy.

No doubts, fears,
apprehensions, jitters?

My love, I just feel
terribly happy.

It's the most beautiful ring
in the world.

I don't want you to feel
underdressed

when you meet my parents.

I've never been so overwhelmed.
Your parents?

I called home today to tell them
the good news. I spoke to Dad.

Did you tell them everything?
Everything.

I expected him to come
flying through the phone.

He was all sweetness and light.

"If she loves you,
that's all that matters.

Lots of best wishes."

I could hardly believe
it was my father.

Anyway, they're
anxious to meet you

and give us their blessings.

So I thought I'd tell them to
come to town on Saturday

and we can spend a half an hour
with them before we leave.

Darling, there's nothing
to be nervous about.

It's not an audition.
You've got the job.

No. Mrs. Stanley
is not available.

No, she's leaving for Greece
tonight.

Yes, I can help you.

This is the vice president
speaking.

Oh, yes, surely,
we handle suburban rentals.

What price did you have in mind?

A hundred and fifty a month.

Where? Greenwich?

I don't think you're going
to be able to find anything

in Greenwich at that price.

Oh, look, would you be
willing to move

a little farther out of town?

Like Cleveland.

Who was that?
An obscene phone call.

Ah.
How you doing?

I can tell you one thing.

There's a lot to be said
for long engagements.

Do you need all these things?
It's for Trina.

Where I'm going, I need a
cotton dress and a bathing suit.

And I don't really need
a bathing suit.

There were some business calls.

A Mrs. Buchanan
wants to give you a shower.

Oh, my God.

Told her it'd have to wait.
Mr. Latham called.

That 6:30 appointment?
With his parents.

Yes, well, could you be at
the hotel at 6 instead of 6:30

and go immediately to Suite 707?

My God, it's 5:40,
and I look a mess.

Will you be an angel and drop
that at my apartment

on your way home?
I'll be an angel.

Don't let Mother get hold
of them before Trina.

It shall be done.

How do I look?

Can I be honest?

Can't you be kind?

In all the years I've known you

you have never looked
more beautiful

than you do right now.

It's called love.

I'd like to try it,
but I'm married.

Mr. Latham?
Mrs. Stanley. Please come in.

Let me have your coat.

What a charming hat.
Heh.

Thank you.
Don't let my wife see that.

I'm so glad we have
this chance to meet

before you and Peter take off.

Mrs. Latham will be out in
a minute. How about a drink?

Scotch? Vodka? Bourbon?

I can ring for anything
we haven't got.

A little Scotch would be nice,
thank you. Lots of water.

Christine.
Mrs. Stanley is here.

Where is Peter?
He's never late.

Oh,
he'll be here at 6:30.

Oh,
but I got a message from him,

asking me to be here at 6.

That message was from me.

I thought it would be easier
to get acquainted

if we could have a few minutes
without Peter.

I love my son, believe me.

But I'm never with him
for more than five minutes

without hostilities
breaking out.

Nothing serious.

Just the usual war
between generations.

To the bride and groom.

Thank you.

You know, I think Peter's
marrying you

will do a lot to help
this situation.

How do you mean?

He's marrying into the
enemy camp, isn't he?

Marrying someone
from our generation,

he's bound to realize
we're not all bad.

I must say, I never
thought of it that way.

Peter was so sure

you would be violently
against this marriage.

A perfect example.

The boy anticipates
everything negative about me

before I even have a chance
to express an opinion.

Knowing some of the
flibbertigibbets

that Peter hangs around with,

I am delightfully surprised

to find him choosing a woman

of maturity and sense
and courage.

It must take a great deal
of courage

for a woman to marry
a boy half her age.

Please, you make me sound
like Joan of Arc.

I love Peter very much.

So much that courage
doesn't enter into it.

Hello.
Christine, this is Mrs. Stanley.

I'm so pleased to meet you.
I spoke to Peter this morning

and I've never heard him sound
so happy in his life.

I thank you for that,
Mrs. Stanley.

May I call you Ann?
Oh, please.

Shall I fix you a drink?
No thank you, dear.

I'll fix it myself.

My God, you're pretty.

I knew Peter had taste,

but this time,
he's outdone himself.

Isn't Ann pretty, Edgar?
She's beautiful.

Oh, thank you.
And I do want to thank you

for coming all the way
to New York to meet me.

I must admit, I was very
nervous about it at first.

You must have felt
like something

about to be put under
a microscope.

Welcome to the family.

Aah, now I'm sorry
we're rushing off so quickly.

I wish we could have had
more time together.

We have the rest of our lives,.

Must you rush off tonight?
Well, yes.

Edgar, they've made their plans.

Plans can always be
changed, dear.

Ann and Peter are going off
to Greece tonight.

They're going to be married.

I see no reason for them
to change their plans.

Perhaps Ann sees a reason.

Well, Peter is very anxious...
The boy is impulsive.

Don't you find him impulsive?
He knows what he wants.

That reminds me.

Do you know what you want
for your wedding present?

Think of something special.

He thinks
he knows what he wants,

but after all, he's only 22.

He voted for the first time
in the last election.

And wrong.
You promised if we came...

I never promised anything.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Ann and Peter are off tonight

and they're going to be married.

There'll be no
discussion about it.

Have another drink and sit down.

This is another drink.

Christine enjoys
contradicting me.

If I say it's day,
she'll say it's night.

It is night.

Yes, now please be quiet
and let me handle this.

Handle this?

Now don't start
getting defensive, Ann.

I'm all for this marriage. I
assured the boy

whatever made him happy
would make me happy.

Well, that settles that,

because Peter
certainly is happy.

Yes, he certainly thinks he is.

And you think he isn't?
I didn't say that, did I?

You practically did.

Christine,
stop contradicting me.

I'm trying to say
that a boy his age

doesn't always know
his own mind.

Mr. Latham,
let's go back to:

"I'm all for
this marriage."

I said it and I meant it.

I'm for this marriage
100 percent.

Well, let's say, uh, 93 percent.

I have a few reservations,
of course.

Edgar, no one is interested
in your reservations,

except you...
No.

I would like to hear
what Mr. Latham has to say.

Oh, no, you wouldn't.

The boy and I have never
been close exactly,

but I am his father

and I am concerned about him.

I think I will
have another drink.

Don't you think
you've had enough?

I had enough long ago.

You must admit that a marriage

between a 40-year-old woman

and a 22-year-old boy
is unusual.

Yes. But there's nothing
unusual about a marriage

between two people
who love each other.

But you and the boy have only
known each other for a few...

Do you have to keep calling
Peter "the boy"?

I'm sorry. I didn't realize
how it sounded.

Didn't you, Edgar?

You see what I mean

about Christine's
contradictions.

Don't you think
that you and, uh, Peter

should have a little
more time together?

Know each other a little better?

We're all ready to leave.

I know. I'm not suggesting
that you postpone the trip,

but couldn't you
postpone the wedding?

For how long?

I don't know,
an indefinite period.

How long would that be?

Ann...

have you thought
what it would be like

to be married to
a 22-year-old?

I...

I've thought about
nothing else for weeks.

- Then you do have some doubts?
- Some apprehension

of what you're
getting yourself into?

I did have, of course.

But they're all gone now?

Peter knocked them
all out of me.

I wouldn't be going if I...

Edgar, please.

Dear, there are certain
things to be said,

and they must be said now.

I'll get you another.

I can't help wondering

who your friends will be.
Yours?

Can you imagine you and Peter

at a dinner party
with your friends?

Don't you think
the hostess might feel

that Peter should be in the next
room playing with her children?

And what about Peter's friends?

Have you met his friends?
I've met some of them.

Were you comfortable with them?

I only met them.

Were they comfortable with you?
I didn't ask.

Some of those kids
are damned attractive.

How long do you think it'll be

before Peter starts
looking at younger women?

And he will. It's only
natural, isn't it?

I'm sorry, I must go now.

Please, wait for Peter to come.

Darling, Ann knows
what she's doing.

She knows the basis
for any happy marriage

is what two people
have in common,

what they share together.

She and Peter are not
at the same stage

of development as people.

Now, you take me and Christine.

We're of an age,
same generation.

So are our friends.

We've been through the same
things at the same time.

And that has set the groundwork

for a lasting
and a happy marriage.

Isn't that true, dear?

Christine, isn't that true?

I wouldn't dream of
contradicting you.

Why did you do it?

Why did you let me come here

thinking you were happy
about this marriage?

I am happy about it, Ann,
if you are. Are you?

That would be Peter.

Hi, Mom.

How are you, Dad?
Hmm.

Ann, what is it?

Father's been lecturing
on the joys of marriage.

What have you said to her?

I gave her some
solid advice, that's all.

Advice?

Those who can't do, teach.

I want to go, Peter.
No, wait a minute.

How long did it take
to get her into this state?

I did nothing more than point
out the pitfalls and problems

that lie ahead for both of you.

That was very thoughtful.

Naturally, we weren't
aware of them.

I got to hand it to you.
You sure put it over on me.

I really believed you
when you said

you wanted to come here
and meet Ann

and give us your blessings.

There is one of your blessings.
Proud of yourself?

Don't blame your father.

He didn't say one thing
I didn't already know.

I'm not blaming him entirely.

You let him strip away
every bit of confidence

it's taken me weeks and
weeks to build up in you.

Let me give you some advice.

Oh, more advice?

Who the hell are you to give me

or anybody else advice?

You are a failure as a father,

you're a failure as a husband.

God, you don't even make it
as a human being.

Peter, I want you to stay here.

Thank you, sir.

Look, I know he told you
a lot of things,

but did he happen
to mention I love you

more than anything
else in the world?

Ann, believe me, we can make it.

I've never been so sure
of anything in my life.

It isn't going to be easy.
I never said it would be easy.

We can make it.
I know we can.

Ann, please let me talk to you.

Listen,
I know I can convince you.

I did it before.
I can.

Why are you willing to
listen to him, not to me?

You're damn well going to hear
what I have to say to you.

I can't think straight.

Maybe you're right.
Maybe your father's right.

Maybe we're all wrong.

And until I know, well,

I can't go through
with it, Peter.

Okay. But I'm not going to
fight this anymore.

I'm going to be on
that plane at 9:00.

You're going to have to work
this out by yourself.

You know, you're still
a silly, helpless woman.

And you don't know anything
about cars or anything else.

But the guest list is over 200.

Who are they, Maud?

They are two of my
dearest friends.

But it's not your wedding.

Ann, dear, will you please
tell Trina

that Mrs. Bigelow
and Mrs. Randall

must be invited
to their wedding?

Mom, you'd better
get a move on

if you're going to
catch that 9:00 plane.

You know, you've
only got a... Mom?

Hey.
Mom.

Let me go, dear.

Ann, dear, please let me in.

I can't talk now,
Mother. Please.

I don't believe it.

I don't believe Mommy
walked out on him.

It's the first time I've
ever seen her really in love.

Peter could not have
possibly walked out on her.

He's a Hohenhauser.

You mean he doesn't like girls?

No, darling.
It's a family name.

Hiya, sugar.
Here I am,

and here's the moo goo gai pan.

Hello, Dad.
Take a whiff of that.

Mao Tse-tung
never had it so good.

I'm not very hungry.
Huh?

Hi.

Oh, don't tell me I have
the wrong night again?

Didn't we say Saturday night,
I bring Chinese food?

You want Italian?

Suppose I go out
and come in again.

Hello, folks,
this is Billy Boylan

coming to you live and direct

from the Chinese restaurant
on the corner,

bringing you everybody's
favorite: moo goo.

Something's wrong.

It's Ann.

Ann? What's Ann?
She's on her way to Greece.

It's all off.
You're kidding.

Turns out he's a
Homohauser or something.

Uh, J.D., please.

Where is she?

She's locked herself in her room

and she won't speak to anyone.

- Hey, Annushka.
- It's the ex-Mr. Right!

Billy, I've never been so happy
to see anybody in my life.

The answer is yes.

Great, wonderful.
What did I ask?

A few days ago,
you said you hoped

we would be together again.

I'm saying yes.
No.

You don't want to marry me?

Of course I do,

but you'd like to marry me
like you'd like to pitch

for the Pittsburgh Pirates.

You know I'd do anything
in the world for you,

but this isn't what you want.

Tell me, what happened?

Nothing.

What happened?

Nothing, I'm...

I'm just not as in love
with Peter as I thought I was.

You're a liar.

I know.

How does he feel about you?

He loves me.
He adores me.

He worships me.

You love him.
He loves you.

What is this,
grounds for divorce?

What kind of life can we have?
What can we hope for?

Will he be comfortable
with my friends?

Could I fit in with the kids
he hangs around with?

Your friends will take
their cue from you.

If you're uptight about it,
they'll be uptight.

If you're cool, they'll be cool.

People are...
They're like sheep.

They're just waiting
for you to lead them.

So that argument
doesn't make sense.

Doesn't stand up,
doesn't hold water. Next?

How long do you think it will be

before he starts
looking at younger women?

He will, you know.
It's only natural.

Never. Not that kid.

He may start looking
at older women,

but never younger.
So what else?

Billy, I'm 40 years old,
and he's 22.

Aah! Now we have come to
the square root of your problem.

Numbers.
You are hung up on numbers.

Thirteen and eighty-three.
Fifty-seven and nine.

Thirty-eight and a half.
What are they? Numbers.

You are hung up
on number 40 and number 22.

Just numbers.

But put them together and
they add up to something.

And that something is what

you've been looking
for all your life.

Oh, in your mind,
everything is so simple.

That's because
I'm simple-minded.

Statistics prove
simple-minded people

are the happiest people
in the world.

Oh, Annie,
stop thinking so much.

Come on, start feeling.

That's always been your trouble.

I've never seen you really,
I mean, really feel anything

before Peter Latham
came into your life.

Billy, I want you to sit down

and look me straight in the eyes

and tell me the truth.

Picture me with Peter
for the rest of my life.

Now be honest.
What do you see?

I got a better idea.

Picture yourself without Peter
for the rest of your life.

Now be honest.
What do you see?

Oh, my God.
What time is it?

Ten past 9.
Oh, no.

The plane left at 9.

No, there's a
10:45 to Rome.

From Rome, you can get
a flight to Athens.

Come on, will you?
I'll take you to the airport.

Kennedy Airport.
International, please.

But how will I find him?
Suppose I can't find him?

You didn't have
any trouble before.

Thank you.

Do you know that you're the
dearest man in the world?

Now she tells me.

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