An Unmarried Woman Page #2

- No, it's not a fight.

- Daddy doesn't look too happy.

- Mmm!

- Good night.

- Good night.

Jesus.

You're acting like a five-year-old kid.

- I know. I know.

- It's wonderful when you're

in the mood and I'm in mood.

But, God!

It's not much fun when you

make me feel like it's an obligation.

I know. You're right. I'm sorry.

Besides, we had sex this morning.

What do you want?

Guess I'm not much fun

to live with, am I?

Are you okay?

- I don't know.

- What is it?

I don't know. I just...

find myself

I just I'm anxious all the time, you know.

About what?

I just I'm fantasizing and

- About what?

- Uhh.

About changing my life.

Quit Wall Street, go be

a disc jockey somewhere. I don't know.

- Tired of your job?

- I'll tell you something.

I've been the takeover type all my life.

I mean, in school, in the navy...

probably with you,

certainly with Patti.

- There's nothing wrong

with being a strong man.

- That's the point.

- I'm not a strong man.

I don't feel like a strong man.

- You are!

Well, I feel tired.

I don't know what to say.

You should see a psychiatrist.

Really.

I- I don't think so.

Is it me? Are you tired of me?

I love you.

Aww.

I'd hate to join the crowd.

Why? What do you mean?

Oh, Elaine's boozing a lot.

Jeannette's crazy.

Sue's okay. She's a strong woman.

- God.

- Well, so are you.

I'm beginning to wonder about me.

Oh, it's so nice

to have a man to come home to.

- Is that just luck?

- Yeah.

It's luck and a fabulous body.

Jesus. Here, three kids in the sixth grade

beat their teacher up.

Where?

The Bronx.

- You never have any trouble

in school, do you?

- No.

It's a jungle.

It is! They got guys carrying guns.

Oh, you read too much.

- I what?

- It doesn't really happen that way.

Well, it doesn't happen where

you go to school, because we

got you in a pretty good school.

- It's costing me a lot of money.

- Oh, I'll go to public school.

- Okay. You're on.

- Okay.

- You think that's funny?

- We'll buy you a gun,

send you to public school.

- I'm sorry.

I'm getting tickets to the ballet

a week from Friday. Do you want to go?

- I don't know. Let me ask Phil.

- Phil can come with us.

Only if he pays.

- I don't think Phil likes ballet.

- I don't either. I'm goin'.

Good for your soul.

No. I think I'll pass, Mom.

- Listen, am I a nagging father?

- No.

You're just feeling

the loss of separation.

I'm not your little girl anymore.

Wash your mouth with soap!

- Hey, no physical contact, please!

- Got to go.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Bye.

Do you think Daddy's

worried about getting old?

- Are you taking a psych course this year?

- Mm-hmm.

He's always joking. Never seems

to take anything seriously, you know.

You mean, he doesn't take Phil seriously,

and that bothers you.

No, it doesn't.

I don't take Phil that seriously either.

Oh, I think

you're serious about Phil.

Mom, I'm still a virgin,

if that's what you meant.

It's not what I meant.

But I'm glad you told me.

- I just meant that you like Phil.

- I like Phil.

I'm not gonna marry him.

I'm never getting married.

- You will.

- Don't be so sure.

- Why not?

- Why should I?

Everybody I know who's married

is either miserable or divorced.

- I don't want that.

- Oh, Patti. That's ridiculous!

- There's a lot of happily married couples.

- Name three.

- Uhh.

- Uh.

- I'll have to think about it.

- Yeah.

See you later.

383 West Broadway, please.

Now, if all this stuff

wasn't done by a woman...

I don't think you could sit

in the same room with it.

It isn't "stuff," Charlie.

It happens to be art.

You're a classic

male chauvinist pig.

I know, but I'm cute.

- You're out of style, Charlie.

- Want a bite?

Uh-uh.

You're a beautiful woman, Erica.

- But you're leading such a sheltered life.

- How can you tell?

It's in your eyes. You can tell

everything in a woman's eyes.

Oh. Can you tell

everything in a man's eyes?

Men cover it up.

Women lay it all on the line.

Right there in the old eyes.

What do you see

in my eyes, Charlie?

- Want me to be honest?

- Yeah.

You're not gettin' enough.

I think you ought to have

your eyes examined.

Oh, no.

No, you're not really satisfied.

I mean, your old man's

okay and all that, but, uh...

underneath it all

you're frustrated.

Go paint a still life, Charlie.

- You ever had an affair?

- It's none of your business.

Oh, man.

What a shame. What a waste!

A woman as beautiful as you should

be tasting a little variety in life.

Imagine if all you ever ate was apples?

Imagine never tasting

a peach or a pear? Apapaya?

Huh? No way, babe.

Same thing with sex.

I'm allergic to papayas, Charlie.

How about a nice, fresh guava? Huh?

- Huh?

- Leave me alone.

- Don't you ever think about

anything else, Charlie?

- Yeah, like what?

Ohh, there's

literature and ballet...

- and theater and dance...

- Hey, hey, hey, Erica.

- And architecture

- Erica. Hey, listen.

There's work, there's food,

and there's sex.

That's the whole ball game.

Rowan Gallery.

Yeah. Sure.

Yeah. I'll meet you.

Um, 15 minutes.

Okay, honey. Bye.

Might I inquire

as to who "honey" is?

My husband.

I'm meeting him for lunch.

Well...

- think I'll hit the streets for awhile.

- Bye, Charlie.

- Hi.

- Is this together?

Uh, yeah, he's paying for me.

That'll be $3.95.

- Thank you.

- Thanks.

Excuse me.

Mmm, I wanted to talk to you

about something.

I think that if we're gonna go

to the island this summer...

that we really ought

to get on it right away.

How would you feel about sharing a place

with Sue and Harold?

- How's the market?

- Huh?

Just wanted to see if you

were paying any attention to me.

- You want to share a place

with Sue and Harold.

- Think you could handle it?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

Well, I'll talk to Sue, and maybe the four

of us could drive out in a couple of weeks.

We really should get on it right away.

Jesus, it's gonna be even

more expensive this year.

You know, if we do take a place...

we're gonna have to have

my club up there.

I could just see us,

all lying in the sun, blabbing away.

I mean, we would

We talk. We really do.

I love our meetings.

They're so I don't know.

I just love them.

It's sort of like

a continuing story, you know.

It's part Mary Hartman

and part Ingmar Bergman.

L I love the women.

Marty. Marty. Come on.

What is it, honey?

What's the matter?

What is it?

- ThWhat? Tell me!

- I'm in love with somebody else.

I've been seeing another woman...

for over a year.

And at first, you know,

I thought it was just aa fling.

But it isn't. I love her.

I want to live with her.

Oh, God. I don't want to hurt you.

I don't want to hurt Patti.

But l

I can't

You don't know her or anything.

Her name is Marcia Brenner.

She's a She's a teacher.

She's, uh, 26.

I met her I met her

at Bloomingdale's, for Christ's sake.

I was standing there

buying a shirt, you know.

And she, uh

She was standing next to me.

She asked me, uh...

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