Barefoot in the Park Page #4
- G
- Year:
- 1967
- 106 min
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In an office?
Yes.
Good. I work at home
during the day.
I predict interesting
complications.
Am I making you
nervous?
Very nervous.
Ha! Wonderful.
Once a month
I try to make
pretty young girls nervous
just to keep my ego
from going out.
I'll save you
a lot of anguish.
I'm 6...
I'm 58 years old
and a thoroughly
nice fellow.
Well, I'm glad
to hear that.
I wish I were
10 years older.
Older?
Dirty old men seem to get away
with a lot more.
I'm still
at the awkward age.
When do I get
invited down for dinner?
Dinner? We'd love to have you
for dinner
as soon as we
get set up.
With newlyweds,
I could starve to death.
Shall we say
next Tuesday night?
Tuesday night?
No, my mother's...
Tuesday night's
fine.
It's a date.
I'll bring the wine.
You can pay me
when I get here.
You're invited to my cocktail party
tomorrow night, 10:00.
You do drink, don't you?
Yes, of course.
Good. Bring liquor.
Until tomorrow.
If we don't
freeze first.
You don't know
about the plumbing, do you?
Everything in this museum
works backwards.
For example, on the steam,
it says turn right,
so you turn left.
Except I can't reach it.
Will you help me up,
please?
With the greatest
of physical pleasure.
1, 2, 3, up.
Corie, was there anyone...
We were just warming up
the apartment.
Uh, Paul...
Whoo!
This is Mr. Velasco
from upstairs.
He was just telling me
that all our plumbing
works backwards.
That's right.
An important thing
to remember is
you have to flush up.
Until tomorrow night.
What's tomorrow night?
Where's he going?
Don't forget Tuesday.
What's he doing
in the bedroom?
That nut went out
the window.
Hello.
Hello, Mother?
It's me.
Did you hear
what I said?
Nothing's wrong.
I just want to confirm
our Tuesday night dinner date.
At 2:
00in the morning?
I want to be sure
you'll come.
At 2:
00in the morning?
And, Mother, wear something
gay and frivolous.
Buy a new dress.
At 2:
00in the morning?
I'll call you
tomorrow. Bye.
Who you waving at?
Him.
I decided to meet you here
every day.
It takes you so long
to climb the stairs,
and I can't wait for you.
The bus driver will think
you're my mother.
Have you
an Aunt Fern?
She sent us
a check today.
Boy, do you have
a cheap Aunt Fern.
I'll write
and tell her.
Your mother called
from Philly.
She and your father
are coming up,
and your sister has
a new boyfriend from Rutgers.
He has acne, and
they all hate him,
including
your sister.
Did you miss me
today?
No.
Why not?
You called eight times.
I don't talk to you
that much when I'm home.
Grouch. How'd it go
in court today?
Gump or Birnbaum?
Birnbaum.
You won? Oh, Paul!
Oh, I'm so proud.
Aren't you happy?
We were awarded
6 cents.
You have to be
awarded something,
so the court made it
6 cents.
How much do you get?
Birnbaum gets
the whole 6 cents.
From here on in,
I get the cases that come in
for a dime or under.
Grouch,
grouch, grouch.
You weren't that grouchy
under the covers.
Do you have to carry on a personal
conversation with me on the stairs?
What's wrong with it?
Everybody knows
the intimate details of your life.
I ring the bell, and suddenly
we're on the air.
I better make you
a drink.
You're supposed to be
charming tonight.
This little dinner
you have planned for tonight
has got fiasco
written all over it.
Maybe they have
a lot in common.
Are you kidding?
Your mother?
That quiet, dainty
little woman from New Jersey
and the Count
of Monte Cristo?
You must be kidding.
Why?
You've seen
his apartment.
He wears Japanese kimonos
and sleeps on rugs.
Your mother wears a hair net
and sleeps on a board.
Boof.
Maybe we could help her.
We don't have
to introduce her
as my dull, 52-year-old,
housewife mother.
That wasn't the exact wording
I had planned.
What did you have
in mind?
Something more glamorous.
Former actress.
You know, of course,
that she was in
The Man
Who Came To Dinner.
Your mother? Where?
The East Orange Women's Club?
On Broadway. She was in
the original company
of Strange Interlude,
and she had
a small singing part
in Knickerbocker Holiday.
Are you serious?
Cross my heart.
Your mother an actress?
Yeah.
You never told me this.
Why didn't you
ever tell me?
I didn't think
you'd be interested.
That's fascinating.
I can't get over that.
See?
Now you're interested.
It's a lie.
Every bit of it.
I'm going to control
myself.
Hello, Mom.
Are you
all right?
Paul...
Yes, Mom.
In my handbag...
are some pink pills.
Pink pills? Right.
I'll be all right.
I'm a little out of breath.
I'll get you
something to drink.
I had to park
three blocks away.
It started to rain, so I ran
the last two blocks.
Then my heel got caught in
the subway grating.
When I pulled my foot out,
I stepped in a puddle.
Then a cab went by and
splashed my stockings.
If the hardware
store downstairs was open,
I was going to buy a knife
and kill myself.
Drink this.
Here's your pill,
Mom.
A martini
to wash down a pill.
It'll make you
feel better.
A martini I had at
home made me sick.
That's what
the pill's for.
Let me help you
inside.
You need food. I'll get you
an hors d'oeuvre.
No, thanks.
It's just sour cream
and blue cheese.
I wish you hadn't
said that.
Like to lie down?
No, thanks, dear.
I can't lie down without my board.
Right now, all I want to do is
see the apartment.
Well, then...
help you up.
Up.
Corie.
Corie!
Do you like it?
Like it?
Tsk.
It's magnificent.
Oh...
Oh. And you did it all
by yourself.
Mr. Velasco gave me
some ideas.
- Who?
- Our decorator.
He comes in through the window
once a week.
Oh, the man
that lives upstairs.
Oh, you've heard
about him, eh?
Yes. Corie had me on the phone for
two hours yesterday.
Did you know he's been married
four times?
Yes. If I were you,
I'd sleep with a gun.
Mother...
See, we did
get the bed in.
Yes. Just fits,
doesn't it?
Just. We have to
turn in unison.
Well, I must admit,
I never expected
anything like this.
Can't wait to see
the expression
on your parents'
faces tonight, Paul.
I beg your...
my what?
Your mother
and father.
We're dining
with them tonight.
Isn't that what
you said, Corie?
Is that what
you told her?
If I said you had a blind date
with Mr. Velasco,
I couldn't have blasted you
out of the house.
Blind date
with Mr. Velas...
The man that
lives upst...
Good God.
What's all the panic,
Mother?
He's just a man.
My accountant
is just a man.
You make him sound like
Douglas Fairbanks.
He looks nothing
like Douglas Fairbanks, does he, Paul?
No. He just
jumps like him.
Come on. You're going to have
a marvelous evening.
Come on where?
To Mr. Velasco's
for cocktails.
I'm not even dressed.
You look fine.
For Paul's parents
I just wanted to look clean.
He'll think
I'm a nurse.
He'll think you're very
interesting.
How's my hair?
Fine. Push it up
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