Autumn in New York Page #3

looks like to me.

- Look, Dolly...

- Leave her alone!

She's sick.

Will, she's really sick.

- What are you guys talking about?

- Nothing.

Just how much you look

like your mom, is all.

Yes... Yes, you do.

Are you ready?

Yes. Bye Dolly.

Don't listen to her.

Have fun!

You gotta look on the bright side.

If I wasn't sick...

this would not work. There is no way

that we would be sitting here.

We're totally wrong for each other.

We're totally wrong for each other.

I know. I could be your father.

I prefer, Uncle.

Do you think we should break this off?.

Afraid you mightfeel something?

Well, look at it this way.

We can have it real,

which we both know is way better.

You wouldn't have

to pay full price...

because, in a year or so...

I'd bejust a sob story

you could use to bag more chicks.

That is a pathetic characterization.

I don't know. I don't accept that.

The stench oftruth.

"O world, I cannot hold

thee close enough!

Thy winds, they wide grey skies!

Thy mists, that roll and rise!"

It does feel like rain. You wanna get a

cup ofcoffee, and go to the West side?

No, no. You'd abandon the universe...

and me for a cafe late? No, let's not do

it. Let's not do no thoughtless thing.

We can't talk about

he fact that you're sick?

I'm right here, right now.

Let's talk about you.

- Come on, 49 years...

-48!

All right, 48 years. Come on,

tell me about it. Give it. Share it.

You look at me in a way

that I haven't quite earned.

Then earn it.

Earn it, please.

What do you want me to do?

I'm yours. What is it?

What are you doing?

I'm keeping it.

- This is my watch.

- Yep.

- When do I get it back?

- When you forget that I have it.

Mix this up a little bit...

Sorry...

What?

Your mother used to do that.

- Really?

- Yep.

That's how we met. I was a waiter...

at the Beach Club. Whenever I'd pass

with a tray, she's steal the garnish.

What else did she do?

What do you mean?

I don't know. Little things.

She'd eat her ice cream with a fork.

- Really?

- Really. Yeah.

She wrote great letters...

But she couldn't spell.

She was a McGovern Democrat

but incredibly snobbish.

She hummed all the time.

And Stephen Stills was

her favorite singer.

Who?

Never mind.

What's else?

Considering the times...

she was actually...

pretty straight. I think

she only tried drugs once.

There was a lifeguard

who gave her a hash brownie.

She threw it up all over him.

She laughed just like that.

Words and poetry is what she loved.

She was a "unique".

Okay, you guys.

How about a toast?

Welcome to Charlotte.

Welcome.

Cheers! Thanks, you guys.

You know, call me crazy... but I could

swear your friends like me more...

- than they like you.

- That's altogether possible.

- My friends defiinitely like me more.

- What's your point?

That I'm way outfront

in the love race.

- What? Love is not a race.

- Our love is.

- Our love?

- Yes, we're going for it, aren't we?

Why not?

- Alright, I have to tell you something.

- What?

I never had a date for the benefiit.

- Really?

- Yeah.

I was kind ofwondering about that.

- I made that hatfor myself?.

- Yes.

- You bought that dress for me?

- Yeah.

You did all that so you could

get a hold of me and muss me up?

Yes.

First ofall, you have great taste

because that dress was amazing.

- Thank you.

- And second, you didn't have to lie.

Ifyou wanted to seduce me,

all you had to do was ask.

That's not seducing,

that is asking.

Besides - I don't know why - but women

seem to love it when you lie to them.

There isn't a lie in the world

I'd rather hear than the truth.

There she goes again, stepping out

on me and breaking my heart.

Even he likes me more.

You're fiired.

- Come on, it'sjust...

- No! Ouch! Ouch!

I can't believe this!

Breathe, breathe.

Breathe... are you alright?

That's not accurate. Neuroblastoma is a

soft-tissue malignancy, but not a cancer.

Most common in children.

Very rare in young adults.

In Charlotte's case...

the tumor is in her chest cavity.

It's growing rapidly, it's proved

resistant to both the radiation...

- and the chemotherapy.

- What about alternative therapies?

Eastern medicine...?

You don't hum this away.

Charlotte is the expert in that area.

Eventually, she'll be treated for pain.

I suppose, as a fiinal effort...

surgery could become on option.

But it's risky. So risky that

Charlotte has signed a directive...

forbidding it,

or any other form...

of heroic intervention.

All right.

Doyou have any idea...

about time?

Ayear. Maybe ayear, atbest.

Real charmer, isn't she?

How are you on

Cambodian money units?

- Are you okay there?

- Yes, thank you.

That's incredible.

Doesn't it look exactly like

something she would have worn?

Who?

"Hope is a thing with feathers

That perches in the soul. "

Woody Allen?

Emily Dickinson! Only the greatest

poet ever! Uncultured swine.

We all have our areas. I'm a food guy.

Why don't you ask me aboutfood.

Why are you the food guy?

What is it about the food?

Food... food is the only...

beautiful thing that truly nourishes.

Is that a quote?

That's me.

- Excuse me? Excuse me?

- Yes.

The woman whojust passed

by here and went in the door...?

- Yes?

- It's not Lisa, is it?

- Yes.

- Lisa Tyler?

Yes.

Could you...?

No. Thanks.

- Hello. Come in.

- Oh, you look so great.

- Where are the girls?

- They're upstairs.

I'm going to run up and say hi.

You're a dog. Oh, man!

There's stuff... in the kitchen.

You want to give the can out to the

trick-or-treaters... when they come?

One, two, three, go! Go!

Ricky, don't laugh, or you're

going to get snot in the water.

- Snot? Where is this snot in the water?

- Can I get you a bone or something?

Don't bite anything

that's not an apple.

Guess who?

- It's Wonder Woman.

- No.

- Get your hands out ofthere.

- I got it!

- We got the champ!

- Let me give you a hint.

I was the best thing

that ever happened to you.

- It couldn't be Lynn McHale.

- God! You are really bad!

Lynn! I can't believe it!

- Where are the kids?

- Upstairs in their room.

Keep bobbing for apples in there.

- Just one more.

- Please...?

But then you're going to have to promise

you're going to get in yourjammies.

- Yes.

- You promise?

Which one?

I know, "Butterflies".

"Two butterflies... went out at noon... "

"And waltzed above a stream... "

"Then stepped straight through the

fiirmament... and rested on a beam. "

"And then together bore away...

upon a shining... sea. "

"Though never yet, in any port...

their coming mentioned me... "

In my day, you bobbed for the apple...

may there's a nickel in it but...

you eat the apple! Your little animals,

grab the coin and run for the door.

- They're offto by crack.

- Defiinitely.

- Where's my little puppy dog?

- I think he's upstairs.

- There you are.

- Hi.

We werejust up on

the roofchecking out...

- The kids are sleeping.

- John's got this amazing set-up there.

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