Okay. A chocolate
and a strawberry. Poor Merilee. Poor Merilee what? I don’t know. I just feel sorry
for her. She’s all alone,
all the time. Look, don’t. Because while you’re
worrying about her,
she’s studying. Come on. Okay, the Townshend Acts. Come on you’re the one
who said you wanted to win. The Townshend Acts.
1767. Boston Massacre? 1770. Intolerable Acts? 1774. (KNOCKING ON DOOR) Oh, just a second. Woo-hoo-hoo! Say, did you leave
any in the library? Oh, Merilee Kalisher
already checked
out the best ones. Shall I hold all
incoming calls? Unless it’s fire, flood
or earthquakes. Earthquake jokes are not
appreciated in this state. How about dinner? Slip it under the door. Easy for you to say. Oh, is your meeting over? Yeah. How are things at the
Pasadena Posies? Fine. Kate, what do you
know about cookies? How to bake or
how to eat? How about how to sell? Oh, Posie Pralines? That time has
rolled around again. Yes and there’s an award
given in my group for the person who
sells the most cookies. But I’m a rookie of a bunch
of seasoned cookie pros. Well, the first thing to
remember is to be
polite and smile. Hello, it’s Posie Praline
time again. May I interest you
in a box? Now you try. Hi, it’s Posie Praline
time again. May I interest you in a box? Why yes. In fact, I’ll
take a dozen. This is going to be
easier than I thought. One two three… Caught by the cookie monster. Hi, Buddy. This is Earth calling
Buddy Lawrence. Do you copy? Martin Van Buren. Hey, stranger. We missed you at dinner. Your father, in case
you’ve forgotten. You’ll see plenty of me
after the competition. We both want you to know
whether you win or not, we won’t give your
room to anyone else. What? What your mother is trying to
say is that we know you put a tremendous effort into
this, and we are proud of you no matter what happens. I’m gonna win. It’s that important
to you? Yes. Ah well, that calls
for a little strategy. Strategy? Yeah. The first thing you have to
do is make your opponents think that you know
more than they do. Well, I do. The only thing I’m worried
about is Merilee Kalisher. Merilee Kalisher can
take care of herself. You’ve got to psyche yourself
up into a winning mentality. Strategy. That’s the
name of the game. Isn’t that funny. I thought all you needed
to know were the
answers to the questions. A little strategy won’t hurt. Yeah. Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind, Dad. I wish you could be there. I wish I could, too,
but I can’t get
out of this meeting. Listen I’ll keep my fingers
and toes crossed for you. But you don’t need it.
You’re a shoo-in. I wish I could be
as sure as you are. Back to the books. This is a high school
competition, not the Olympics. Yeah, I know but it’s great
to see Buddy so motivated. You know, I love
cheering her on. Now I know who
these contests are for. Parents. Yeah. It’s like a pat on
the back for a
job well done. Suppose she doesn’t win? I’ll pat her back. Oh, she’ll win. Boy, I’m a wreck. Ah, I see victory
in your future. Tell that to my stomach. Breathe deep. Mom, I think I’ll go
in and get a
couple good seats. Thank you. There’s the competition. That’s Merilee Kalisher. Good luck. Um, Merilee. Quickly. The first
injunction against
striking workers, what date? Pullman Strike. 1894. That’s good. The Granger Laws
were declared
unconstitutional. When? Hi, Buddy. Hi. This is my mother. This is mine. Kate Lawrence. Martha Kalisher.
How do you do? How do you co. Oh, I think we should
be getting inside now. Good luck to you
both of you. Merilee, now please
remember, don’t
fuss with your hair. Ah, Merilee… I’ll see you inside. Merilee, don’t you think
we ought to review the grievances against
George the third? Mother, I know them. Just to be on
the safe side. Mother, I have
to go in now. Merilee… Should be an
exciting afternoon. Yes. Well luckily, Merilee is the top student
in her history class. I have every confidence. I wish she had taken
some time to review
the colonial grievances. She’ll be fine. After all, they’re not
expected to know everything. Well, Merilee has been taught
to expect that of herself. Excuse me. All right, Tony,
you’re next. Remember you have
five seconds to answer. In the late nineteenth
century a reform group fought corruption
in political office. nQme that reform group. It was the… The… Um… Merilee Kalisher, can you
name that reform group? Mugwumps. That’s correct. I’m sorry, Tony, and congratulations.
You did very well. (AUDIENCE APPLAUDS) Now Buddy Lawrence. In 1850 two senators
effected passage of a Bi-Partisan Compromise. Please name both Senators. Daniel Webster… And Henry Clay. Webster and Clay are correct. All right, now
for the final question. Each of you two young
ladies take a deep breath and remember whatever the
outcome you have both done splendidly and are
to be congratulated. (AUDIENCE APPLAUDS) Merilee Kalisher, only two presidents
of the United States have ever been elected by the
House of Representatives. nQme them. Thomas Jefferson… And… Hayes, Rutherford B. Hayes. I’m sorry, Merilee. One of your
answers is incorrect. Letitia Lawrence, if you can answer
the question correctly
you will be Quentin High School’s
representative to
the City-Wides. (CHUCKLES) I’ll repeat the question. Only two Presidents
of the United States have even been elected by the
House of Representatives. nQme them. Thomas Jefferson and… John Quincy Adams? Congratulations, Letitia.
You’ve won. You’re our school
representative. (AUDIENCE APPLAUDS) Congratulations. Well, you did very
well today, Buddy. Your family must
be proud of you. Thanks. Oh, you did a
grand job, Merilee. Thank you. Oh, you were wonderful. Not as good
as Buddy though. Congratulations, Buddy. Thank you. Poor, poor kid. (SIGHS) Have a lovely day.
You should. It really was a
knuckle-biter, yesterday. I wish Dad could
have been there. Well, you can
fill him in tonight. Don’t be late.
We’re having duck. Duck on a weekday?
What’s the occasion? You! It’s your
victory celebration. Well deserved
I might add. Thank you. Bye-bye. Bye. But Prospero has decided
to abjure his magic. And by the end
of The Tempest he, too, has undergone
a sea change… (WHISPERS) Buddy, if I’d
known you were
gonna win yesterday, I would’ve been there. Oh, thanks. …to control the lives of
those around him, he has learned
that abiding love is a stronger power. Thus, though he is
much less a magician… Pardon me,
Miss Higgins. I have something
to say to your class. I’m sorry to interrupt. Um… I’m sorry. What I have to say to
you is very disturbing. I… I just wish that there was
some way I didn’t have to
tell you, like this, so, so abruptly. I know you’re mature
enough to handle
it, though. I, uh… Early this morning Merilee Kalisher died. I feel you should know that
she committed suicide. Okay, boys. Any last requests? Buddy, what are
you doing home? Are you sick? What is it? Merilee Kalisher, um, killed herself. Oh, my God. How do you know? (EXHALES) The, um, Principal came
into the class and told everyone that
she committed suicide. Oh, that poor child. How could such
a thing happen? You know very well
and so do I. She killed herself because she
lost the competition to me. And if it wasn’t
for me winning, she’d be
alive right now. Oh, Buddy. Mom, it’s all my fault. She killed herself
because of me. Oh, my God. Buddy… There’s nothing
to talk about. Buddy, I can’t have
you blaming yourself for a child’s death
because you beat
her in a history contest. But if I wouldn’t
have beaten her, then she wouldn’t
have done it, right? There’s no way anyone
can answer that question. Buddy, look at me. Whatever drove
Merilee to do… Such a terrible thing… Started long before
she ever heard of you or the History Competition. Do you believe me? I guess so. Come downstairs,
help me with dinner. Could we just skip
dinner tonight? Annie’s out with
Posey Pralines. Should we go see
how she’s doing? I don’t really feel like it. I just want to be alone. I’ll stay here with you. No, I’d much rather be alone. I understand. Hello. It’s Posie
Praline time again. May I interest you
in a box? Hello. It’s Posie Praline
time again. May I… Oh sorry, no I’m in a hurry. Get you on the way back. Hello. It’s Posie Praline
time again… How’s business, Annie? Looks as if you could
use some customers. Well, actually this is
my second consignment. That’s why it looks
like I haven’t sold any. Oh, that explains
it then. Well, I have a
few errands to run, when I’m through,
I’ll stop by. If you’re ready to call it a
day I’ll drive you home. No thanks.
I wanna be here when people
start going home from work. Who knows who
night need a dessert? Ah, yes. I’ll see you later. Oh, and don’t worry. I won’t be late
for Buddy’s celebration. Well, that’s been postponed. Postponed? I’ll explain later.
You have enough
to worry about. Hello, it’s Posie Praline
time again, may I… Hello. It’s Posie
Praline time again. May I interest
you in a box? Thank you, no. But I love your outfit. Hey, wait a moment.
You can have a
free sample. Look… (DROPS PACKET) Oh… Oh, no! They’re all broken. Oh, I hope they won’t
be angry with you. I hope not. Will you have to pay for them? Yeah, I guess so. Oh no. That’s not fair. Here, I’ll buy them. You mean all these
broken ones? Yes. And I’ll take
two more boxes. That’ll be three dollars. Done. Have a nice day. Thank you very much. You’re welcome. (HUMS) (KNOCKS) Buddy Lawrence,
what are you doing here? I came to say I’m sorry. Sorry? What for? For Merilee. I’m… I’m sorry. Well, that was very
thoughtful of you, Buddy, but unnecessary. You know, I hope
that this won’t, uh, spoil anything for you. Spoil anything? Of course. Your victory. My victory? You were the winner yesterday and the victory is yours. I’m sorry. I am. (CRIES) (SOBBING) KATE: Buddy? No. It’s me. Have you seen Buddy? No. I’ve been at my post. Guess what? I give up. What do you think about
146? Cookies? Nope. Dollars. You mean, you made
that much money
since I saw you last? Uh-huh and at this
rate I’m a shoo-in
to win the prize. I might even out-sell
the whole group combined. Things have
really picked up. Oh, you bet. It’s all in the technique
and I’ve discovered
a sure fire one. They might even name
a cookie after me. Something wrong? Yes. Something terrible has
happened, Annie. Merilee Kalisher,
a classmate of Buddy’s has committed suicide. Oh, no. How terrible. What could make her do that? I don’t know. But Buddy was awfully
disturbed before. I’m worried about
how she is. (DOOR OPENS) Buddy. Oh Buddy,
I am so sorry. What is it? It was my fault.
It was because of me. Ask her mom, she knows. (VACUUM CLEANER WHIRRING) Got your message, I’m
sorry I couldn’t get
here any sooner. Obviously,
you’re still upset. Very. At least I’ll have a
clean house to show for it. Oh, Doug, if you could have
seen Buddy when she came in. Mrs. Kalisher made her
feel as if she were
responsible for Merilee. Mrs. Kalisher said that? I don’t know. I don’t think so. Oh, what difference
does it make? Whatever she said Buddy’s
convinced it’s her fault. The woman should
look to herself. Honey, she must be
very, very upset. You didn’t see the way
she treated Merilee
at the competition. Fussing over her,
drilling her. When the poor child lost,
she didn’t show her
one ounce of compassion. You can’t just
automatically put all the
blame on her mother. Merilee was obviously
a very disturbed child. She did what she did
for many reasons, few of which we
can ever know. One of the worst things
about a situation like this… The mystery. You’re right. I have been jumping
to conclusions. But so has Buddy. Oh God,
it’s all so ghastly. Teenagers have it
rough these days. They grow up so fast,
into such uncertainty. Adolescent suicide has almost
doubled in the past ten years. Doubled? Another thing that’s
ghastly is the way we
expect our children to assume the burden
of our expectations. What do you mean our? I’m not exempt.
You heard me the other night,
pushing Buddy. Oh Doug, there’s a big
difference between
wanting your child to be a winner and
forcing her to be one. In the pushing
sweepstakes you aren’t
even an entry. (TYPEWRITER CLACKING) (KNOCKING ON DOOR) Come in. Willie? Hi. Hope I’m not
disturbing you. No, no, come on in. You’re working? It’s just my
‘Explorer’ script. You know with the job
and everything I sort of have to sneak in as
much time as I can for it. I’ll come back. No, no. This is
just rewrites. I’ve got time
for a break. Would you
like a drink? Yes. What’s up? Oh, this business
with Buddy. You know, I was thinking
about you quitting school. Oh, but that’s
old news, Dad. I was wondering if
it still bothered you. Sometimes. Well, when it does,
do you blame me? Sometimes. Well, you know,
I felt pressured that I had to
get good grades, be a success. Is there anything
wrong with that? No, there’s nothing
wrong with that. It’s just that I felt that
if I couldn’t, then I
would have let you down. Well, didn’t you tell
me to lay off? Oh, come on Dad. I mean it. Because I… Suppose I liked
being pushed. Showed me that you cared. I did, Willie. I do. Well, that’s what I
wanted to let you know. Go back to work. Dad, why did you choose
now to tell me that? Well, you know, sometimes it
takes me a long time to get around to
saying something. Does this have anything
to do with Buddy? You could say that. In any case, I’m glad
you said it now. Me, too. Good night. Hi. Hi. We missed you
at breakfast. I wasn’t hungry. (CHUCKLES) Never seems to
be a problem with me. Say you want to give
yourself a treat? You know, you really ought
to go and catch
Annie selling cookies. It’s a riot. Do you remember
when you were a Posie? I helped you deliver all
those cookies in your
little red Flyer wagon? Yeah, and then you left
it in the driveway and
Dad backed over it. Did I do that? We spent a week trying
to get the creme wafers
out of the treads. Oh, you’re right. (LAUGHS) Sorry about that. You’re forgiven. You getting ready
for the City-Wides? I was. Well, my job is making
up dumb questions. You want me to
ask you a few? No, I don’t feel like it. Say Buddy, listen. Willie, if you’re gonna try
to cheer me up, don’t. I’m not five years old. The least you could do
is let me feel rotten. You’re right.
I’m sorry. I can’t tell you how to feel
but for what it’s worth I don’t think you had anything
to do with Merilee’s death. You hearing me? Yes. But I don’t
agree with you. I thought you’d
gone to work. I should have. I was up with Buddy. I thought maybe I
could get her to talk. I’m afraid I handled
it very badly. You’re not the only one. I suppose I just miss
her needing me the
way she used to. Don’t worry. There’s
another candidate
waiting in the wings. The cookie monster. Hey, Willie. Good morning. Annie, if you’re
planning on cutting
school to sell cookies just forget it. I’m not. I just want
to be ready to get to my post the
minute school’s out. My plan is to sell at least
25 boxes. Tanya Edleman and I
are tied for first place. I’d like to outsell
her by at least 50. 50? That sounds
a bit excessive. I believe if you’re
gonna win, win big. Well, I think I’d better go. Bye. Bye. Something’s up.
You know what? What? I hope I don’t
find out what it is. Where have you been?
When I didn’t see you in
Miss Higgins’ class I thought you were sick. I am sick.
Of life, in general, and in particular
this school. That’s not funny. Here, maybe
this’ll cheer you up. Ta-da! We’re gonna
hold it up at
the City-Wides. What makes you so
gung-ho all of a sudden? Last week you thought the
competition was stupid. Yeah, well, last week
you weren’t the school rep. Besides, everyone thinks
you’re gonna win. Even me. We’re all counting
on you. Well, you can stop counting,
’cause I’m not competing. (SHUTS LOCKER) I quit. You hear that, everybody?
I quit. I’m not competing. I quit! Buddy. Hi, mom. What do you
mean “Hi, mom?” This is the second day
I’ve spent wondering
where you were. I was at school. That’s no good, Buddy. Miss Higgins called
and said you
ditched her class and then Audrey called. She was worried
about you. She said you tore up
some sign she made and
stormed out of school. Buddy, I’m speaking to you. I will call Audrey
and I will apologize. As far as ditching
school is concerned. I don’t have to
go anymore. I’m 16. I’ve passed
all my requirements. I think I’ll quit. What would that solve? It’s the way I feel. I hoped you were mature
enough to handle all
this but I was wrong. Darling, we have
to talk this out. Hey, guess what? I’m certain to
win the award. Tomorrow’s the last day
and Tanya Edleman
isn’t even close. You’ve got to see
the sales record. It is so incredible. I mean, you know, at first
I didn’t even think I was gonna be able to
sell these things. Annie, I’m really
not up to this now. Oh, well, wait a minute,
it’ll just take a second. Now… 16 times… Annie, later. Okay. 74… Minus 23… Annie, I’m sorry,
but I have to have
my calculator back. Minus shipping
and handling equals 277. Thank you. Well, no. Are you doing
your homework? No, my income tax. I figure if this keeps up
I’ll have to file a separate
return by the end of the year. Oh, you’re doing
that well, huh? Well, that depends, if
my suppliers keep up
their end of the bargain. You see, I’ve sub-contracted
a hundred boxes from girls who can’t
move their merchandise. On a pro-rata basis,
of course. Of course. I might even break
a cookie record. Well, that’s wonderful. Where are you going? Why I’m off to join
the Pasadena Posies. It’s obvious that I’ve
chosen the wrong profession. Hey, what’s cooking,
good-looking? If you mean, what’s
for dinner, I
haven’t the foggiest. I’ve been too
worried to think about it. Is that Buddy? She ditched her classes, and made some
kind of public disturbance. When I asked her about it
she said she was thinking
bout dropping out of school. I know it’s all about what
happened to Merilee but I just don’t seem
able to get through to her. Maybe if I talk to her… I’ll go carefully. Maybe I can help. (KNOCKS) Isn’t it a little
soon to be
reliving your youth? I suppose. May I ask why you’re
sitting in the closet? I don’t know. I guess Annie got me
started thinking about
when I was a Posie. It’s funny to see how
important it is for her,
to sell the most cookies. Well, you were
the same way. Selling cookies, you know, earning flowers
for your sash. It meant the world
to you in those days. You know, I’ve forgotten
what these all meant. Well, this one
was for carpentry. Remember that table
you built in the garage. And this one, uh… Archery. They all represent
achievements you
were very proud of. Like the
history competition. That doesn’t
mean anything. A few days ago you
wouldn’t have said that. And if I would have known
a few days ago what was
gonna happen, Dad, I wouldn’t have competed. I wouldn’t even
have tried to win. But you couldn’t
know that. Why is it that people
always have to compete
against each other? Where one wins at
the other’s expense? Unfortunately, that’s the
nature of competition. Well, then I don’t want to
have anything to do with It. Buddy, I could very easily
con you into thinking
you’re never gonna have to face the
consequences of competition. If you have ambitions,
if you want things
badly enough, you’re gonna have to
compete for them, and against
other people. And hurt other people. Other people have
nothing to do with it. You have to remember that. When you compete, you have
to compete for yourself, for something in yourself. To do your best. To be the best possible
Buddy Lawrence. And to have fun. How can you talk about
fun, when Merilee… Merilee wasn’t trying to
win high school honors
or a trip to Washington. Then, what? That poor girl had probably
been living’ in a pressure
cooker most of her life. This history contest was just
one in an endless series of contests she felt she
had to win every day. People don’t usually kill
themselves for one failure, but because of a
pervading sense of
failure on every front. Particularly a failure
to win love. Whose love? Her parents, her mother’s. Which is one thing you will
never have to contend for. Hi. It’s Posie Praline
time again. May I interest
you in a box? I don’t think I’m
really interested. Here you can
really try one of these… Oh no. WOMAN: What happens
if they’re broken? ANNIE: I guess I have
to pay for them. I’ll tell you what.
Let me have that box. And give me that
other box, too. Two dollars. Thank you very much. Have a nice day. My. I didn’t realize these
cookies break to easily. Do you have to pay
for them if they’re broken? The jig is up, Annie. How many times did
you pull this number? Well, just a few. Actually several. Annie. Several hundred. Do you know what
I think about this? I can guess. But I tried your technique. Nobody even stopped. Annie, I’m
disappointed in you. Why? I wanted to win and you wanted me to
win the award, didn’t you? No award is worth a sou
if you cheat for it. You were taking advantage
of your customers. How would you like
to be tricked like that? I want you to go to
Posie headquarters and withdraw from the contest. Tell them you’reot
eligible for the award. I want you to tu in
your cookies, cookie. And I expect you
home in an hour. u are as they say.
“Out of business.” Okay, I want to
remind everyone that there will be class
tomorr, as usual, since we are not entering a
contestant in the City-Wides. Now then, we were talking yesterday
about The Tempest. And there is a theory that
Prospero’s decision to
set aside his magic is really the
playwright’s farewell to playwrighting
and the stage. Would anyone care comment
on the possible reason
for such a decision? Audrey? Anyone? Buddy? The Tempes was the last play
that Shakespeare wrote. That’s good, Buddy. Go on. Before I go on do u
think I could say
something to the class? It’ll only take a minute. All right. Um, asou all know
I dropped out
of the competion And if you didn’t
see what happened in
the corridor yesterday, I’m sure you
heard about it later. But that’s not really what
I wanted to talk about. I wanted to talk
about what happened to Merilee. I dropped out because I
thought that what happened to Merilee was, uh, was my fault. And, in a way, it was. But not in the way
that thought it was. You see, the whole time that
she was sitting here in class, I never really
stopped to think why she had no friends, why she didn’t
talk that much, or why she was
nervous all the time. And then, when
she killed herself, I thought quitting would make
everything okay for me. But then during the time
I was thinking about it I, had a funny feeling come
over me that was one
of the reasons why Merilee wanted to win, was to make everything okay. And I guess that’s the
difference between us. Merilee needed to win. And I only wanted to win. And I still do. And that’s why I’ve
changed my mind. I’m going back
into the competition. (CLASS MUMBLES
AND APPLAUDS) And I also wanted to ask all
of you to be there, because I’m gonna need all the
support I can get. (CLASS APPLAUDS) think he made
that question up. sorry, bl I mean whoever
heard of the
Tydings-McDuffie Act? Tydings and McDuffie? Sounds like a
juggling act to me. You know, as soon as he
threw that question to me I knew that was it. I knew I had no chance. But just the same
you did very well. Darn good. Ninth
out of 24,
that’s terrific. Hey, I’ll bet you’ll
never forget the
answer to that question. The Tydings-McDuffie
Act of 1934 provided for the independence
of the Philippines in 1946. Now you tell me. Hey, where’s Kate? A toast to Buddy. Milk? It’s vintage. Why milk? Because what
goes with milk? Cookies? There was a
going-out-of-business sale. She made me an offer
I couldn’t refuse. BUDDY: Mail call! Ah… Mr. William Lawrence… Let’s see here…
Junk, another junk, bill… Oh, not for me.
No one calls me Bill. BUDDY: Resident. That’s me. And… Dougie Lawrence? Let me see. (GRUNTS) Oh, I’ve been
waiting for this. What is it? Something I ordered. BUDDY: Oh, well,
it’s heavy enough.
What is it? A new lease on life. Excuse me. Mysterious… Very. Hey, hey, hey,
wait a minute, lady,
I was backing in. Not into my parking space. What do you mean,
your parking space? Careful now, I’m pulling in. Hey wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait. Lady! Wait! Oh! Terrific. (SIGHS) Excuse me. Miss, about
my parking light. May I have your name, please,
for the insurance. Oh, come on. What, “Oh, come on”?
I need your name
for the insurance. No. What do you mean “no”? No. See you. Yeah, you can count on it. (INHALES AND EXHALES) (ENGINE SPUTTERS) (ENGINE SPUTTERS) Hi, excuse me, I think
that’s your rotor cap. (ENGINE SPUTTERING) As a matter of fact,
I’m sure that’s
your rotor cap. Oh, yeah?
How do you know? Now you put that back
where you found it. Pay for my light. Your parking light?
This was my space! You pulled into the spot, you hit my car
and you busted my light. Now that is not true. If you had done as I told you
and pulled forward, none of this
would have happened! As a matter of fact,
I think… Wait a second,
wait a second, lady… What? Why don’t you
have coffee with me? Not on your life. Okay. What’ll it be? Oh, dear,
I don’t know. What are you
going to have? I don’t know. Well, how about
a chocolate milkshake. Extra thick. You have a milkshake. Okay, I will…
No, no, no, I won’t. She’ll have a milkshake.
Chocolate. Extra thick. I can’t. Okay. We got
how many milkshakes? One. Two! Got it. Chocolate? Extra thick. WOMAN: Thanks. I allow myself
about one a month. You certainly
can’t be on a diet. So, you spend your time
interviewing contestants
for a TV show? (SIGHS) That makes three. Three, what? That makes three times
you have changed the sject to avoid talking
about yourself. Look, it’s late…
This has been very nice. Yes, it has. So now, you’ going
to walk away? What about your milkshake? Well… Hey, come on,
at least tell me
your name. Josie Collins. Josie Collins, my name
Willie Lawrence. I want to tell you
something, Josie. It’s not every day
that somebody
bumps into my car and I invite them
to have coffee with me. A milkshake. So? So, sit down. WAITER: Here we go… Oh, great. Mmm. Mmm! Mmm. (SLURPS) Bye, now. Whoa! Hey, wait. Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, come on! Excuse me… What can I say to you? Well, just say goodbye. I want to spend
some time with you.
Is that so terrible? That’s $2.35, plus tax. Yes. It’s terrible. $2.35 is terrible? Now you’re the one
who started this.
You bumped into me. Okay, call it 2 bucks, even. I’ve got to go. Meet me this afternoon. No. Yes! Oh, meet him already. Uh, 4:00, Pasadena Theatre. The Pasadena Theatre.
Is that where you work? JOSIE: 4:00. Is that service
or is that service? Oh. (DEVICE SQUEAKING) (SQUEAKING CONTINUES) (KNOCKING ON DOOR) Doug! Who is it? Who is it? Who’d you think? The door’s locked. Just a minute. Weird noise… (GRUNTS) What are you doing? I’m exercising. What’s that thing? Well, this is a Flex-o-ciser. Today’s version
of the fountain of youth. Oh, come on, honey,
you know every day there’s another ache
or pain… I certainly do, but
do you really think those things are going
to stop the march of time? Don’t knock it
till you’ve tried it. I feel stronger already. Oh, that’s wonderful.
More power to you. Well, I’m for an old standby.
A nice hot relaxing bath. No one will ever kick sand
in your face again. Hello, Thomas.
Hi, Alvin. You’re late. I know, I’m sorry,
I stopped for lunch. What did you eat? Oh, Alvin, come on… Well? A milkshake. A milkshake. Chocolate,
extra thick. If there was time,
I would have had another. Oh, dear, it’s so boring. Thomas, how many times
have we heard it,
do you think? The Ballerina’s Lament. (PLAYING MOURNFUL MUSIC) “I have no life…
I have only pain. “My muscles ache,
my back is breaking,
I’m starving to death. “Other people have
donuts, spaghetti,
French fries. “If I eat another salad,
I’ll turn into a rabbit.” Alvin, stop it. Have I left anything out? Yes. I haven’t been
to the movies in a year. I haven’t been to the beach. And you haven’t been dancing
very well recently. Now, we open here on Monday, the last time you danced
La Valseyou were wretched. I was not. You were, and unless
you get to work,
you will be again. Who was with you when you
had this illicit milkshake? I was alone. (SCOFFS) Come on, you were
with some local lothario. Boring, boring,
boring, Josie. It’s not true… Quit while you’re
ahead, my dear. I’ve heard it all 1,000 times. So before I slip
into a coma,
let’s get down to it. Do you or do you
not want to be
a prima ballerina? You know I do. Well then you’d
better get cracking,
you have no time to waste. You’re very good,
but you’re not
the only one who is. Am I making
myself clear? Yes. All right, then. We’ll start with plies. Thomas! Prepare. (PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC) (CLASSICAL MUSIC CONTINUES) Wrong. I know that, Alvin. Josie… Oh, Willie! It’s 4:00. Oh… Josie. Will everybody please
get off my back! ALVIN: Miss Collins has
to get back to work. I’d appreciate it
if you’d exercise
a little restraint. Miss Collins asked me
to meet her at 4:00. If she has to work later,
I would appreciate it if
she would tell me herself. Josie… JOSIE: It’s open. Boy, are you terrific. There’s more
to be done, Josie.
On stage, please. In a minute, Alvin, please. Of course. Far be it
from me to keep you
from your adoring public. He grows on you. Him, I don’t mind,
that’s okay. Well, I’m sorry that
I interrupted your rehearsal. And I apologize
for being so dim-witted. “Josephine Collins
is without a doubt
the brightest light…” “…in the Ballet Repertory
Theatre this season.” Blah, blah, blah. Goodbye, Willie. Again? It’s impossible. What’s impossible? (SIGHS) I was late for rehearsal,
Alvin’s furious at me.
I can’t leave. It’s just getting
too complicated.
So let’s stop now. Stop what? Wait a minute,
now you’re talking as if I were going
to drag you off to city hall and force you into marriage and keep you from dancing
for the rest of your life. Frankly, I didn’t have
anything like that in mind. I thought maybe we could
just go to a movie… Maybe take a walk… Regardless, I can’t leave now. I have to make up the time
I missed for rehearsal. Okay, fine, that’s all right.
I understand that. How about brunch tomorrow? Class. Lunch tomorrow? Yogurt. Here. Tomorrow afternoon? Class again. Then there are the eight
performances a week.
You got it? You don’t open
until Monday night. Why don’t we have
dinner tonight? Say 8:00? At my place.
I’ll cook dinner for you. My specialty is linguine
with white clam sauce. You’re hitting below the belt. It’s no good.
It won’t work. I’m really sorry. Well, I really
don’t understand why… Josie, tempus fugit. If you’ll excuse us,
young man. Josie? Willie, did you say 8:00? Yeah. What’s the address? 1230 Holland Street. I’ll find it. I’d call that
cutting off his nose to spite my face,
wouldn’t you? Hello. Anybody home? (DOUG GRUNTING) Dad? Hi. You caught me. Yeah. That looks like fun. I wouldn’t go that far. Let me try. Sure. Okay. This is going
to be a cinch. Yeah. And, one, two,
one, two, one, two. Oh, I knew it. One, two, three, four… Ten, 11… (CHUCKLING) It’s a mirage. Sorry, Mom,
it’s the real thing. Hey, what do you
got in the box?
I’m starving. How does fudge cake sound? Ooh! Doug? Hey! Fudge cake? I’d appreciate it
if you joined me
in this project instead of trying
to beat me down. What was that all about? I think it’s called,
“Where is the bloom
of yesteryear?” Whatever. How about
the fudge cake? Oh, I’d feel like a traitor
if I did now. But I’d love
to watch you. Okay, be my guest. How much did you get? KATE: It’s a whole cake! Willie, looking for
something in particular? This. May I borrow it? I don’t have a saucepan
big enough for linguine. Oh, linguine.
I’d be glad to. What time should I be there? Sorry, Buddy,
three’s a crowd. I’m expecting
someone for dinner. Who? Her name is Josie,
she’s a ballerina. Mom, where do you
keep the good wine? Bottom rack,
you bandit. Ballet.
Ah, what a life. It does sound grim. She’s with the Ballet
Repertory Theatre. Josie… Not Josephine Collins? The same. Well… Who’s Josephine Collins? One of the most
impressive young ballerinas
to come along in ages. I’m surprised
that she, uh… Gave me the right
time of day? (LAUGHS) Oh, Willie. I mean, I’m surprised
she has time for anything
at all except work. Well, she doesn’t.
And I think it’s
beginning to bother her. I suppose. The decision to become
a ballerina is made
very early in life… Oh… So in other words,
don’t go overboard for her because she’ll only
be in town as long as
the company is here. Something like that. Well, first of all, I just met her, secondly,
she’s much too flippy
for serious consideration… BUDDY:
So why the linguine? …and last but not least, for the both of you,
I really do know
what I’m doing this time. (SIGHS) Now where have I
heard that before? Don’t ask.
Eat your cake. (BLOWS) Doug… Doug, dinner’s ready. Doug… Goodnight,
Arnold Schwarzenegger. (PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC) En arriere,
degage, arabesque! That is not an arabesque. That is an imitation
of a stork. And the port de bras
is a hash,
the phrase ends here. And then here.
And then here. Now we’ll begin again…
Thomas? (PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC) Degage and point and… Damn it. I said point. I pointed! (SCOFFS) Alvin, I’m tired.
It’ll be better tomorrow. It’ll be perfect. Now. Thomas… (PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC) Don’t test me, Josie. I’ll see you
in the morning, Alvin. Thank you for staying
so late, Thomas. Josie, I am not
doing this for myself. The hell you’re not! I think making me sweat
makes you feel terrific. I make you work
because you are lazy. Now, either you buckle down,
or you step aside and allow me the time
I need to work
with your successor. JOSIE:
Oh, you are so rotten… ALVIN: Thomas! (CHIMES) Willie! Enter the love interest. Let’s get out of here. All right, my dear. Just remember.
Old dancers never die, they just end up
doing wardrobe. (SCOFFS) Do you see
your parents often? Mmm… They were divorced
when I was little… Anyway, one day… My father came
to see a performance. I knew he was there
because from onstage you could see
who was sitting
in the best seats. (CHUCKLES)
I was so nervous. So, after the show, I waited, and I waited. (SIGHS) And he never came
backstage to see me. (SIGHS) I didn’t ever
want to dance again. Aw… (SIGHS) (SNIFFS) Come here. (SIGHS) I have to go. I have to apologize
to Alvin. But now? Oh, come on.
Have another cookie. No, I… Here. No. Here. (CHUCKLES) Okay. Now you talk. Well, I was
never a falling leaf… (CHUCKLES) Please? Uh, Willie Lawrence,