Afterglow

You know, I was watching you.

You know, I was watching you.

You are he king, my friend.

I'm talking the king.

The boss is gonna bronze your balls.

That feels good, suppose.

I mean it was absolutely awesome.

You got Ornay and Delecom in your

pocket.

Think we'll be need the car?

Try to wait here.

Mr. Byron, we can still catch

Mr. Kimball in his car.

- Shall I phone?

- Thank you, Helene.

Mr. Kimball on 3, Mr. Byron.

- Hello, Roger.

- Good work, Jeffrey, you've sold Ornay.

Well, let's hope so. We'll know

the 30th. I'm having dinner with him.

- I have complete confidence in you.

- Thank you, have a good trip.

- Bring in the Delecom briefs, Helene.

- Bronze, jell. Platinum!

- Thank you, Helene.

- You're welcome.

- Has my wife phoned?

- No, sir. She has not.

- Could you fix me a Scotch?

- "Yes, of course."

- You look very nice today.

- Thank you, Mr. Byron.

That suit is very becoming.

"You are very nice."

I can feel Jeffrey leaving me.

- No, he'd never divorce you.

- Leave me in other ways.

- It's you, sweetie.

- Think so?

- Lf you were someone else...

- That reminds me.

Do you know of a good handy-man?

We need someone to finish up all

the work around the apartment.

I don't want to call that contractor

back.

- I think he cheated me.

- My mother is using one right now.

- Is he bonded?

- Well, he's older so...

- Yeah.

- Yeah, probably.

I'll buy it.

I'm ovulating.

- I got you a new cigar, Lucky.

- Thanks, Gloria.

- Will you slip it in the tool box?

- Sure.

I'm used to women in lounge clothes.

My wife has more bathrobes than

Miss America.

One thing about your work, you don't

have to wear a tie or anything like that.

Big ties just advertise a man's bad

taste.

What about women's clothes.

What do they say?

How a lady shows her breasts in public

tells me all I need to know about her.

You take plumbing and a woman's

nature.

They're both unpredictable and

filled with hidden mysteries.

All a man can do is service them

properly...

...so they flow the way they're

designed to.

- Say, Gloria.

- Yeah?

- Come over here.

- Over there?

Yeah.

- I want you to turn me on.

- What?

- Hot water, when I say so.

- Oh!

Okay. Make it wet.

It works.

Just have to caress each curve

properly.

Well, cousin Constance, surely you

cannot suppose there is any malice...

...within these walls.

I'm not living here.

You cannot force me.

- Now you know, Constance...

- Hey, babe.

Now you have been in ecstasy. There's

evil behind every stone in this place.

- Odd smell.

- New brand.

- I bet.

- There is no evil in this house, cousin.

- "Only in you."

- What are you watching?

Jack Dana.

Taped it off the late show.

He was much too worthy.

A living thing.

Ain't heard his name in a while.

- How many pictures did you do with him?

- One bad one, one lousy one...

...one even more lousy one,

two really lousy ones.

Five.

If you only knew of the agonies

I'm sparing you.

- He ain't much of an actor.

- Ain't is the wrong word.

Darling.

But you're right,

he wasn't much of an actor.

- He died today.

- We are, you and I are fierce...

...in fine clothes.

- He what?

- The slightest touch...

- What from?

...and we may shatter.

He was allergic to himself.

Well, here...

Give me those feet.

Let's take a look here.

Look, that toe is much bigger

than that toe.

He died a long time ago,

if you ask me.

Just gave up after losing you.

That's what I'd do, babe.

How about fixing the mirror first?

So...?

How was work today, Lucky.

Unclog a few tubes?

- Pipes.

- Big difference, I'm sure.

You're taking me with you into town

tomorrow.

I don't have anything scheduled in

town tomorrow, babe.

- I do. Doctor's appointment at 9.

- Doctor? Something wrong?

My soul needs and overhaul.

You got at least another 2 or 3 hundred

years left on that model.

Lucky Fix-it Mann!

Yes, Ma'am.

I worked on that house today

as a matter on fact.

Right. That'd be fine.

Alright. Bye. "Yes".

How's that for a coincidence?

Job estimate in town tomorrow morning

at 9.

That's why they call you Lucky.

Goddamn lock!

Marianne, have you found somebody

to fix...

- Do you like it?

- Excuse me, I have to change...

...into a jock strap.

Jeffrey, aren't you going to say

anything?

The music's awful.

I thought you were finding a handy-man?

What happened?

He's coming tomorrow. Isabel's mother

recommended him.

- She's probably screwing him.

- Jeffrey!

Admit it, Marianne. All Gloria knows

how to do well is screw.

Some women are like that.

Others aren't.

- How do you know?

- How do I know what?

How do you know that all Gloria

can do well is screw?

- She told me. What's for dinner?

- When did she tell you?

Last year at Isabel's Christmas party.

Another reason I hate parties.

- Did that excite you?

- Not as much as it should.

I meant when Gloria told you that.

That's what I'm talking about.

Jeffrey, let's make love.

Why don't you relax this role you

think you're playing?

I'm hungry. I'd like to tell you

something about work today.

- Why are these days in red?

- My eggs are fertile.

- What?

- Grade A this week.

I'm circling the 30th for a crucial

dinner with Bernard Ornay.

Grand poobah of Delecom.

I want you there.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

It can wait.

Why can't this wait, Marianne?

I'm trying to tell you something

very important.

This can't wait. Because I, of course,

have no sense of priority.

I want my desires satisfied immediately.

I want to make love with you right

now because you're my husband...

...and I want a baby.

Because... because I love you.

I play this role for myself,

and it makes my cry.

- Maybe I'm the one who should cry.

- Why not?

It's all for you anyway.

Nothing's working.

I wouldn't say that.

Certain things working quite well

on many levels.

And I love you, too.

Want me to stay with you at the

doctor's? I'll cancel this estimate.

- I'll manage, Lucky.

- What's the matter with you?

You want something to be matter

with me? I'll try and oblige.

I don't want that. I want to know why

you have to see a doctor.

- What's wrong with you?

- You mean, am I dying or something?

Jesus, babe. Don't start. Don't get

into that we're all dying bit.

- Okay. I won't.

- Jack Dana's dead.

You and me, we're still here.

It's a big difference.

- Yes?

- Handy-man here, Madame Byron.

"Thank you, Frederico."

- Miss Byron?

- Yes?

- Lucky Fix-it Mann.

- What?

The handy-man.

- How do you do?

- "Pleased to meet you."

- Please, come in, Mr. Mann.

- Thank you. Lucky.

- I get it.

- There's not much to get.

Please, come in.

- Have a seat.

- Thank you.

- Would you like some coffee or tea?

- Maybe later.

I appreciate you're coming by on such

short notice.

No problem.

What can I do you for?

Mrs. Marino saud that you can fix

anything.

You bend it, I mend it.

Or you break it, I make it.

- Very poetic.

- No, not really.

At least I never wrote one that was

readable.

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