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At Long Last Love Page #5
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- Year:
- 1975
- 118 min
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anything else you'd like?
Oh, no. Grazie.
Thank you. It's enough.
Whatever you say, sir.
Leaping lizards!
Sir?
Leaping lizards.
She always says "Leaping lizards."
How eloquent.
See, ma, she no home.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Yeah, tomorrow.
Thank you!
You are very gentle.
Thank you, sir.
What?
Oh, never mind.
Don't just stand there.
You look like a nervous turtle.
Another reptile.
Huh?
How does one tell, I wonder,
when turtles are nervous?
Well, they stay in their shells,
Rodney ol' James.
Well, that is not the case
with this turtle. No, huh?
No, he was simply amazed that anyone who
could swill so much liquor of an evening...
could possibly arise
so early in the morning.
I love the way you talk.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Coffee's hot.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Those for Miss Carter?
Yep.
An eccentric breakfast,
I dare say.
Oh, she don't eat 'em.
She don't-uh, doesn't?
Nope.
Well, what does she do with them?
She puts 'em on her face.
I see. Silly of me to ask.
I made some fresh orange juice
in the icebox, if you want it.
No, thank you.
I don't believe I'll eat
What do you all do around here
to pass the time?
Oh, many things.
Like?
Well, there are several
splendid horses in the stable.
a skeet range.
Mr. Pritchard also plays poker,
football...
Oh, I love football.
All that contact.
Madam, please,
keep your distance.
I was just gonna get
some orange juice for Miss Brooke.
I'm sorry.
You're an old grouch.
That's true.
You can put the coffee down now.
Isn't there anything you like to do?
Yes, there is.
What?
Sleep.
I bet you mean sleep too.
Yes, I do.
But are you fond
of riding, dear?
Kindly tell me if so
Yes, I'm fond of riding, dear;
But in the morning, no;
No?
No.
Well, are you good
at shooting, dear?
Kindly tell me if so
Yes, I'm good
at shooting, dear
But in the morning, no;
When the dawn's early light
comes to crucify my night
That's
the time when I'm in low;
Are you fond of
wrestling, dear?
Kindly tell me if so
Yes, I'm fond
of wrestling, dear;
But in the morning, no
No, no?
No, no, no, no, no;
Have you got everything?
Yes.
Shall we go amongst 'em?
I think we had better.
Can you do the crawl, my dear?
Kindly tell me if so
I can do the crawl, my dear;
But in the morning, no;
When I, as Gunga Din,
That's the time when
I'm in low
Do you use
the breaststroke, dear'?
Kindly tell me if so
Yes, I use
the breaststroke, dear
But in the morning,
no, no No, no?
No, no, no, no, no;
Rod, is that you?
Yes, sir.
What are you yelling about?
Just seeing if you're up, sir.
Have you got my fizzy?
Right here, sir.
What shall I do
with Miss O'Kelly's coffee?
She's gone for a walk
I'll drink it.
Yes, sir.
Morning, Beth.
Hi.
Bye.
Are you fond of poker, dear?
Kindly tell me if so
Yes, I'm fond of poker, dear;
But in the morning, no;
Beth? Yeah.
Do you have it all?
Yeah.
Thanks.
Can you fill an
inside straight?
Kindly tell me if so
I've filled plenty
inside straights
But in the morning,
no, no No, no?
No, no, no, no, no
What are you gonna do?
Meditate.
Can I watch?
No. Go away.
Okay. But, Rod...
Rodney?
Yes.
I'll see you in the afternoon.
Ooh-ooh.
Buongiorno.
Hiya.
Brooke is up?
I think she's down.
Is bad?
I'd say it's a four-cucumber day.
That's bad.
It ain't good.
Well, I try.
Well, "boner fortuner."
Oh.
Brooke.
Brooke.
It's me-Johnny.
No kidding.
Brooke, you are angry.
Brooke, I'm sorry
I didn't tell you the truth.
But it's only a little lie.
I become very rich very soon.
Maybe tomorrow.
Okay, okay.
I'll see you later.
Let me wake up now.
Yeah, I go.
Brooke.
What?
Little Annie Orphan no home yet.
Brooke? Did you hear
about Little Annie?
Leaping lizards.
Yeah.
I see you later, Mia Cara.
Is it in marble;
Or is it in clay?
Is what I thought
a new Rolls
A used Chevrolet?
Is it a sapphire
Or simply a charm?
Is it real fire
Yeah.
Or just a false alarm?
Is it today's thrill;
Or really romance?
Is it a kiss on the lips
Or just a kick in the pants?
Is it the gay 906$
Cavorting above?
Or is it
At long last
Love?
Talking to yourself?
Uh, yeah, a little.
Nice day.
Belissima.
Oh, that's Italian. Ah,
for the day and for you.
Well, I think I'll go get
a cruller or something.
Ciao.
Yeah. Auf Wiedersehen.
Ah, Kathy.
Hmm?
Little Annie Orphan no home yet.
No, huh?
What about Dick Tracy?
Oh, still the same.
Is bad.
Sure is.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Well.
Is it the rainbow;
Or just a mirage?
Will it be
tender and sweet
Or merely massage?
Is it a brainstorm
In one of its quirks?
Or is it the best;
The crest
The works'?
Is it for all time
Or Simply a lark?
Is it the Lido I see;
Or only Asbury Park?
Should I say thumbs down
And give it a shove?
Or is it at long last
Love?
Talking to yourself?
I was just thinking
about... things.
Anyone I know?
No.
Well, don't go away.
I'm just gonna...
Okay.
Be right down.
Is it an earthquake
Or simply a shock?
Is it the good
turtle soup
Or merely the mock?
Is it a cocktail
This feeling of joy?
Or is what I feel
The real McCoy?
Have I the right hunch
Or have I the wrong?
Will it be Bach I shall hear
or just a Cole Porter song?
Is it a fancy love
We're thinking of?
Or is it at long
Last
Love?
Oh! Hoo-hoo!
Rodney!
Rodney?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I've got alcohol in my eyes.
Well, that's an original way to drink.
No. Shaving alcohol.
You shouldn't drink that at all.
I wasn't drinking it.
Could we continue this
conversation later? Gladly.
Thank you. Could I ask you
No.
What's that all over your face?
Smallpox.
Thank you.
Why don't you go shave?
I Will.
Is it a breakdown
Or is it a break?
Dee, Dee, Dee, Dee
Is it a real porterhouse
Or only a steak
What can account for
These strange pitter-pats?
Could this be the dream
The cream, the cats'?
Is it to rescue
Or is it to wreck?
Is it an ache in the heart;
Or just a pain in the neck?
Is it the ivy you touch
With a glove?
Or is it at long
Last
Love?
I wonder what'll happen.
Hey!
Hey!
No!
Get yourself a scotch, Alfred.
Huh?
That's okay. That's Mabel.
My mother.
Touchdown!
I win.
Mother, you're always spoiling it.
I said no tackling.
We're not gonna have any tack...
I hate this game.
Really, Kitty.
I don't know what came over me. Not
to mention this other young lady.
Hi. I'm Brooke. I'm broken.
My back is broken.
I'm sorry!
He's always complaining.
Michael, if you're going to play
with pros, you have to be prepared.
Yes, Mother.
Now, who's this?
I'm Johnny Spanish.
I bet you are.
No, Mabel. That's his name.
I love it!
Now cut that out.
He goes with her.
Lucky me!
Oh, well, if that's your type.
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