All of Me Page #6

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You Honor, I move we dismiss claim

for damages because those women...

Shut up!

-What did you just say?

Nothing.

-Just tell me what you said.

I didn't say anything.

-Those women...

Those women were not his clients.

-Mr. Cobb, are you all right?

I just bit my tongue, that's all.

-Were any of those women clients?

Uh, here we go.

No! You're dead meat, Buddy!

-It's Edwina Cutwater's soul in me!

Oh, that's right blame it all on me!

-It's your fault, I had this case won.

No, I had it won!

-What the hell's going on here?

It's all not fair!

-There's no fairness in a court room!

500 dollars. Contempt of court!

-Good for you, Judge.

1,000 dollars!

-Shut up!

No, you shut up! 1,500!

-Not you, her. I got her inside me.

Well then, both o'you shut up.

-Don't tell me to shut up, Charles!

2.000 dollars and Bail throw

this jackass out of my court!

I am going to the State Bar. Lunatic!

-You can't do this to me!

Not just a lunatic, a pervert, too.

He plays with himself!

And he cheated on mewith a dead body!

-You're fired, Cobb!

Oh, Roger, I see what you mean

about life is to be savored!

It's so... dramatic.

-I am going to kill you.

I was just trying to help.

-You failed!

What happened since you help me?

I've lost my girl, I've lost my job,

I've alienated my dog!

I broke my sunglass.

You can't even get that kind any more.

Stop helping me!

You're so ungrateful. If it weren't

for me you would get that partnership

and have to take cases like that!

Kiss your Dad's high ideals goodbye.

You'd also be married to Peggy.

You call that savoring life?

Who's talking about savoring life!

-I spent my life in a sick bed.

What's your excuse?

You know, it's just like a dead person

to say something like that.

How much to the airport?

-Uh, 30 bucks.

100. PanAm. He has to get his plane.

-lt doesn't leave till midnight.

Make it 200.

-No problem.

No problem.

-Bon voyage.

Voyage?

Waste of time. Hurry to the cemetery.

-He better be there, lady!

(Edwina) Maybe Terry picked him up.

-He just better be there!

Oh, there's the elevator.

Hurry! Oh, I love running!

Have you seen Prakha?

-I was hoping you had.

He wasn't at the hotel this morning.

-Oh, I'm ruined. God!

What is that? And who are

all those people behind my hearse?

Oh, I invited them.

-What do you mean?

Last night while you were asleep,

I wanted to surprise you.

I thought it might make your funeral

a little more fun. I don't know.

Edwina. Edwina?

You got a little mirror?

Compact or something?

Oh! Oh, Roger, thank you.

Ok. Don't make a big deal out of it,

I just did it because I thought

I liked you. I've gotten

over that since then.

Now, come on.

-It's all right. I'm ok now.

Really. I'm fine.

-You're ok?

Yes. It's the nicest thing anybody's

ever done for me.

Don't say that.

-Well, it is...

You're best friend I've ever had.

Thanks.

-Are you all right?

Oh, yeah. The music got to me.

And I will dwell in the house

of the Lord forever. Amen.

Amen.

Terry?

I have this terrible feeling we're

never going to see Prakha Lasa again.

I'll find him. Maybe at the hotel.

-I told you. He's not there.

Let's file a Missing Persons report.

Hey, maybe he's trying to get home!

Let's try the airports.

-Actually, the hotel might be better.

He's bound to turn up there

eventually. We should try there first.

What are you doing?

-We may not have another chance.

Oh, but I don't think I can...

-Please, Roger, I want to feel

your naked skin next to mine.

I want to feel our bodies merge.

Well, I guess there's nothing wrong

with a quick little old merge.

Oh, no, you don't do that once again!

-Why don't you relax,

maybe you'll learn something.

-I thought we've to find Prakha Lasa?

I'm just taking a little breather.

-Well, put your little breather back

in your trousers and let's find him!

-Roger, what's wrong?

What?

-Don't I excite you?

Edwina, what are you doing?

-I am thinking of very old nuns.

Oh, please don't do this to me.

-Roger, don't you want me?

Oh, God! Now she's thinking of

dead kittens! Would you excuse us?

All right! What happend to

"Oh, Roger, you're my best friend!"?

I just don't feel like performing

a sexueal act on Fred's daughter.

How about if she performs one on us?

-No!

Please?

-No! What is so important about sex?

So important about sex? That's like

"What's important about laughing?"

Or Duke Ellington or the World Series?

It's one of those things that makes

you feel like you're really living,

Iike you're glad to be alive!

-I am already glad to be alive.

I don't need to play 'tonsil hockey'

with some English tart to feel good,

In fact, I feel quite tingly!

-Yeah! You're feeling my tingles!

What do you mean?

-It's called "sexual excitement".

It is?

-Yes. If you think this feels good,

wait'll you feel what

hot passionate boffing feels like.

And what happens? Bigger tingles?

-Oh, major tingles.

Will she still respect us tomorrow?

-She doesn't respect us now!

Let's boff!

-Yeah!

This could be sort of embarrassing.

-For who?

For me. As soon as I get Terry's body,

you'll know what I look like naked.

I swear to God I'll never tell anyone.

Ok, thank you.

-You're welcome, now shut up.

What should I do? How can I help?

-Fantasize.

Oh. Ok. I'm good at that.

-Oh, Terry.

Oh, Roger.

-Oh, Clark. Wait a second, wait!

What are you doing?

-I'm fantasizing.

I see Clark Gable takes his shirt off!

-I know. Isn't this hot?

No! It's cooling me off, you know?

-It's making me tingle like crazy.

Ok. Now just throw a couple o' women

on top of him and we're in business!

Ok.

-All right!

Is it all right now?

-Sort of. She's got the whole cast

of "Gone With The Wind"

humping in my head.

Oh, Roger.

-Oh, Terry.

Oh, Clark! Vivian and Olivia.

Oh, Ashley and Butterfly.

At last. Oh, no! Son-of-a-b*tch!

-Son-of-a-b*tch?

I don't believe it!

Now where the hell have you been?

Been?

-The airport? What did you there?

Prakha, it is now time for Miss

Cutwater's soul to enter Miss Hoskins.

Enter Miss Hoskins!

-It's me, Prakha, I'm inside Roger.

Yeam?

-Go warm up the bowl!

Oh!

-Yeah!

Terry? I guess it wasn't meant to be

betwen us. I'll always regret that.

But I want you to know that,

wherever it is you're going,

I hope you'll be verry happy.

-I will. I've got a wonderful house,

beautiful horses and all the money in

the world why shouldn't I be happy?

What?

If you think I'm really going through

with this you're not just stupid,

you're crazy.

-What? I'll handle this. What?

From the beginning I thought if mad

Edwina wants to give her money away,

she may as well give it to me. I never

thought that "Flying Nun" could do it.

Wait! You just can't leave her in me!

-I'd really love to stay and chat

darling, but I've got get back

to my mansion, get ready for my party.

Ciao!

Oh, by the way, don't bother coming.

The guards will have orders

to keep you out!

Bye, Roger. Goodbye, Miss Cutwater.

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