America's Sweethearts Page #6

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It's roses blooming, flags flying,|butterscotch pudding.

-Are you on something?|-It's a panic high.

Just order an entre, chew a little bit,|smile and go.

They have a delightful pork tenderloin tonight.

8.00. Thank you so much!

-It was Gwen's idea.|-Really?

Absolutely.

I can't believe you said|I'd have dinner with him.

I hear they serve|a very nice pork tenderloin.

I'm not going. Here.

I've been with him enough today|for the rest of my life.

I have to give him the divorce papers.

When will you do that?

Just before we leave.

What, will you toss them at him|as your limo pulls away?

Kiki, you don't understand. It's complicated.

I'm trying to be nice to him, so it'll be easier|when I give him the papers.

But if I'm nice, he thinks there's hope.

-Is that your foot?|-Sorry.

Pedicure. Hello?

-So when you're nice, he thinks--|-I can't talk about it right now.

It's so hard being someone|people just don't get over.

-Tell him I have a headache.|-I won't lie for you.

-You lie for me all the time.|-Not to him.

This is high school all over again.|Nothing's changed.

When you wanted to break up|with your boyfriends at high school, did you do it?

No, you made me do it.

-I did not.|-Oh, please.

Let's refresh your memory.|Robert Mancuta?

Kyle Hassler? Toby Franks?|Half the lacrosse team?

By the end of the year,|I was the most hated girl in school.

That's not true.

My quote in the yearbook was,|"Hey, we have to talk." I was despised.

Fine. Don't go.

Eddie will sit there like an idiot.|And it'll be all your fault.

Whatever.

-How are you?|-Lee.

-Where's the film?|-What?

The film's in its canister,|waiting to be shown, to go into history.

There is no film, is there?

What have I seen five times that gave me|the best feeling I've ever had in a theatre?

You'll have a great time. See you later.

We're doomed. We're dead.|We're doomed. Thank you.

Look at you. You clean up good.

Thanks.

What's going on?

Gwen isn't feeling well,|so she won't make it to dinner.

She isn't sick.

Not physically.

I just didn't want you to sit here,|wondering.

Thanks. Really.

Want to join me? Come on.|Haven't you read the papers?

I'm unstable. Don't let me alone with me.|Join me. We'll catch up.

-A few minutes.|-Yeah.

We have an understudy.

They never make it easy, do they?

The house phone, please.

Thank you.

Hello, darling.|Holly Golightly's cottage, please?

-Who's that?|-Gwen's code name.

From Breakfast at Tiffany's.

What's that?

It's a movie, a great movie.

-Hepburn?|-Right. Katharine.

Let me tell you something:

Don't tell anybody|you're in the movie business. Thank you.

Hello? Hey, Gwen, it's Lee.

I'm at the restaurant, and guess what?|You're not.

Are you okay?

Oh, that's too bad.

No, Eddie's fine. He's with Kiki.|She looks unbelievable.

It may be a little|Hello, Young Lovers for me.

I may have some fires to put out later.|But that's my problem.

Have a nice night.|Feel better. Okay. 'Bye.

Five minutes.

-You're amazing.|-Take notes, kid.

Larry Flange for Let's Go to the Movies.

I'm sitting here with the lovely|and talented Miss Kiki Harrison.

You play a lesbian fire-fighter|on an oil rig in the North Sea.

One word comes to mind: Typecasting.|Your thoughts. And then:

You really want my thoughts?

-Larry.|-Larry.

Okay, Larry...

...the truth is...

...after playing Madame Curie...

...and discovering radium...

...I just thought it would be a hoot...

...to strap on those big rubber boots...

...kiss my favourite gal goodbye|and go fight some fire.

Very personal role for you.

-Very close to my heart.|-Nice.

-That's funny. You're funny.|-I am. Yeah.

Remember when we were in Carolina,|doing Silent Run? We rented that go-cart?

You attacked the director....

-I didn't. There was no attacking.|-You rammed him repeatedly.

Then you rammed me.

He cut me off. Ramming you was different.

And you rammed Gwen.

-She wasn't laughing, and we were.|-Furious.

-She wasn't too happy.|-No.

That memory kept popping in my head.

Those were good times.

I'm sorry I didn't call you.

She's your sister. I understand.

But you're my friend,|and I just let myself get kind of....

It's good to see you now.

It's good to see you now.

That's a nice necklace.

It's not really mine.

I know.

-It's Gwen's.|-I know.

She gave it to me.

And I gave it to her.

I know.

-It looks good on you, though.|-Thank you.

What are you thinking right now?

I'm thinking about something|I shouldn't be thinking about.

Me, too. What were you thinking about?

How much I really want to eat|that breadstick.

You want to eat this?

No, I don't eat bread.|I just dream about bread.

I've been going to a lot|of dream analysis since I...

-...cracked up.|-At the centre.

At the centre. And I believe...

...bread represents something forbidden|you want but can't have.

What do you think?

I think when I dream about bread...

...that would represent...

...bread.

Pretty much.

What are you thinking about?

Gwen...

...is here.

Sorry I'm late.

-Thought you weren't well.|-All better. Just like that.

Thanks. You can go.

-She doesn't have to go.|-No, it's fine.

-Stay. Have dinner with us.|-Good to see you.

-I need some mouthwash.|-Okay, right away.

So....

I hear they have great pork tenderloin.|Yummy.

-She didn't have to go.|-Thank you, honey. You look great, too.

-Excuse me. Is Holly Golightly here?|-What is the name?

Holly Golightly.

-What the hell is he doing here?|-I'll get rid of him.

No. Get a camera.|Film, tape, anything. Go, go!

It's Gwen Harrison. The actress?

-Lee Phillips. We met the other day.|-Where is Gwen?

-I want to see my Gwen.|-I don't want to get involved.

You're all adults.|People in love, how to stop them?

What are you talking about?|Where's Gwen? I want to see her now.

I can't cover for them anymore.|They're in the restaurant. That's all I'll say.

They're right over there.|She's in the red dress, over there.

-Hi.|-Hector!

Jesus.

-That's all right.|-Hi, Gene.

Don't wave at him like that.

I promote my movies.

I know.

It's part of the biz.

I apologize.

-I'm sorry.|-Hector.

-I apologize for him, too.|-Hector's here.

What's going on?|For why are you sitting with him?

Get in there.|Would you get out of the way?

Good. Get that side. Let's go.

What are you doing here?

Protecting the woman I love.|What are you doing?

-I'll let you two catch up.|-Why don't you be quiet, okay?

-I'll get to you in a minute.|-Don't point.

Don't tell me what to do.

-Don't you trust me, Hector?|-I trust you implicitly.

It's this a**hole I don't trust. I don't!

"Mecka lecka halava beem sala beem."

What? What did you say?

I hope he's not making fun of my accent.

Okay, enough!|You guys enjoy your little public display!

I'm leaving.

Okay, p*ssy boy's leaving.

What's the matter? You don't like that?

Maybe you want to take a swing at me?

Tall boy. Come on.

What are you....

-What is that?|-Let's go.

Please. Please, make my day.

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