Arizona Dream Page #6

Yeah, we do have business.

I want him returned to me.

He's a man, not an object,

Mr. Smi... Swe... Sweetie.

A stranger doesn't tell

a father what a son is.

I think if you take a look around,

you'll find it's not me who's the stranger.

Mrs. Stalker,

let me put it this way:..

- You see that '65 Coup de Ville over there?

- It's a '66, not a '65.

I beg your pardon, it's a '65...

...and although it's a very nice car,

it needs suspension work done in the front.

Suspension is perfect.

I just had it checked.

Fine.

Then it needs a new alignment.

Did you come here

to give me automotive advice?

Even though it's an older model,

it still retains its poise and its style.

- Sugar?

- No, thank you. I never use it.

Now, just imagine

if you will, Mrs. Stalker...

A brand new Coup de Ville.

Fresh from the factory.

Sitting alongside your '65.

The beautiful lines

of the older model...

...lose their elegance. The body sags,

the finish is dull. So you wash it...

...you wax it, but it's still lifeless.

And there isn't a thing you can do.

Mr. Smiley...

There isn't a thing you can do

to make it new again!

Those two automobiles do not belong

together. Am I making myself clear?

- No, the only thing that's clear, Mr. Smiley...

- No! Sweetie!

...Mr. Smiley, is that your feeble

attempts to insult me with car metaphors...

...are incredibly immature!

Immature! Right! You're

old enough to be his mother!

But I'm not, Mr. Sweetie.

I'm his lover.

And I must tell you, your nephew

is a wild animal in bed.

Perhaps you might ask him

for lessons.

My reaction has one old regret

for my nephew.

I had hoped his sexual awakening...

...would've been with someone that knew the

difference between making love and f***ing!

Oh! Come on!

Ok! Coffee break is over, fellas.

Back to work!

- Come on, Paul! Axel, up! Come on!

- Well, I'm not going, I'm not going!

- Paul, grab the other arm!

- Come on! Come on, Axel!

I'm gonna kick the sh*t out of you,

you little son-of-a-b*tch!

- Come on, Axel!

- You obviously don't realize how angry I am.

- Just come along!

- I'm really mad!

- I know!

- Take your hands off him, Mr. Smilie!

It's Sweetie!

Elaine, you can't shoot me,

I have this performance on Friday.

Elaine! It's an audition.

It's an auditon.

It's not a performance, Elaine. It's an

audition. He's lying to you. It's an audition.

That... This is ridiculous... Um...

I mean... uh...

What I mean to say is... um... Mrs. Stalker,

we've said a lot of things, and...

...some were half kidding, but...

Why don't you put down the gun?

Uh... th... that I understand.

That makes sense, but... um...

But I'm not going to go around

for any more of that.

Axel, don't forget,

Friday at 8:
30!

Oh, yes!

Oh, yes! We get in the car

and go back to where we should be!

I knew if Paul saw me trying

to build a flying machine...

...he would never understand that going

to Papua New Guinea wasn't the answer.

Flying was the secret.

If Columbus were alive today...

...I don't think he'd think I was crazy for

trying to make a machine that would fly.

Because history is all dreams.

No rules or books,

it's just there.

Waiting to be discovered like when Columbus

crossed the Atlantic and found this whole place.

I don't know if he found the dream he was

looking for, but maybe he didn't have a choice.

F*** with me, now!

Because once you're in the middle

of a storm, you can't turn back.

Elaine was waiting the same way.

And there was no place

to sail with straight ahead.

And if she asked me to build a rocket,

and take her to another galaxy...

...I'd build a rocket.

Very nice! Oh, good.

Excellent!

- You finished now?

- No!

- No?

- No!

Alright!

You just finish.

Whenever I try

to remember my dreams...

...I always turn them into stories.

But dreams are like life.

You can't catch them in your hands, because

you can't catch something you don't really see.

If you believe in your dreams,

you could be surer than any force...

...a tornado, volcano or typhoon...

...wouldn't be able

to knock you "out of love".

Because love exists on its own.

Listen to me!

If you ever touch

this flying machine again...

...I'm gonna f***ing kill you!

Being caught in the dream of two women is

the craziest storm you ever find yourself in.

And the battle is never a fight of good

and evil, but between weaker and stronger.

And the weaker is always

desperate for air.

At this moment, my feet were

planted in the ground like a tree.

And if you moved to one side,

you become the storm.

And even though I was ready

to kill Grace...

...I wasn't sure which side

of the storm I'd move to.

So I tried to anchor myself

until the storm passed.

Disgusting!

Turn around!

- That's the second time.

- What is?

- Where were you two minutes ago, huh?

- Here.

- You smashed the flying machine again, didn't you?

- No.

- Nope! 'Cause I don't care.

- Liar!

- All night I've been here.

- Prove it!

I don't know how to. I have...

Are you seeing me playing, right?

- To my turtles.

- Why's your hair wet?

Because I just took a bath.

- You like these turtles?

- Yeah.

If you want these filthy little bastards to live,

you'll stay away from that f***ing flying machine.

- I'm scared.

- Are you scared?

- I'm scared.

- Are you scared?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

Yeah.

- Do you think it'll fly?

- Oh, yeah, I'm more than sure.

Let's do it then!

I can't wait any longer.

I'm flying!

I'm flying!

I'm fly..!

Sometimes you have to crash your

head into a tree to know what to do...

...and realize the secret of anything

is meaningless.

I'm not sure

why I remember that...

...but my English teacher in high school

talked about this Russian guy...

...who said that if you see a gun

in the first half of a book...

...you can be sure

it'll go off in the second half.

Somebody was gonna

have to use that gun.

The minute I first saw

the revolver in the barn...

...I started getting nervous,

because I realized...

...it was the same exact revolver

from my dream.

Never in my life did I think I'd be

an Eskimo in the middle of a desert...

...knowing I had to kill something

to put something out of its misery.

And suddenly, it all became clear to me,

like wiping the window out in the rain.

I was afraid if I didn't do anything,

at any moment something would blow up...

...possibly me.

So I decided right down to go and do it,

just to keep from killing myself.

The only problem was that

they were both so miserable.

I didn't know which one to shoot.

- I've been waiting for you.

- What?

Are you gonna use it?

- Don't talk to me.

- Do it!

What are you afraid of, Axel?

Nothing.

Do it!

- Do it, Axel, do it!

- Shut up!

- What are you afraid of, Axel?

- Nothing.

- Do it!

- Shut up!

- Do it!

- Shut up!

- Do it!

- Please shut up, Grace.

- Do it! Do it!

- Shut up!

Oh, if you're not gonna shoot me,

sit down on the bed, Axel.

You didn't come here to shoot me.

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