Barefoot in the Park Page #5
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- Year:
- 1967
- 106 min
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a bit in back.
Paul, is something
wrong with my hair?
Mother, just try to go along
with everything.
What do you mean?
Where are we going?
Be one
of the fellows.
One of what fellows?
Should I go first?
Go where?
Up there. That's where
the birdman lives.
Good Lord.
Oh...
Go on, Paul.
It's all right, Mother.
I'll be right
behind you.
Oh!
Mother, are you
all right?
Oh, my! You should've
told me about this.
I'd have gone
into training.
I've got you.
Paul, pull her up.
Give me your hand.
You're pulling
my arm!
Stop pulling
her arm!
I'm not pulling.
I'm helping.
Ohh!
Thank you.
Oh! Isn't this wild?
What do you think, Mother?
I've broken
some straps.
Hello?
Ah, my guests.
Paul...
I beg
your pardon?
I was just saying
hello in Burmese.
Corie,
ra-vi-shing!
What does that mean?
Ravishing.
That's English.
Ha ha ha ha!
Paul, would you do
the honors?
I don't believe you've met Corie's
mother... Mrs. Banks.
Mom, our new neighbor...
Mr. Velasco.
How do you do?
Mrs. Banks, I've been
looking forward so to meeting you.
I invited your daughter
to my cocktail party,
and she spent the entire evening
talking of you.
That must've been
a dull party.
Not at all.
must've been dull, not the party.
Ha ha. I understand.
Thank you.
Won't you sit down?
Whishhh!
Aren't these
marvelous?
Yes, they're
marvelous.
And now...
Knichi!
Knichi?
It's an
hors d'oeuvre, Mother.
Mr. Velasco
makes them himself.
He's a... a
famous gourmet.
Gourmet.
Imagine.
Didn't you once cook for the
king of Sweden?
Well, we belong to the same
gourmet society.
150 charter
members,
including the king,
Prince Philip,
Fidel Castro.
Fidel Castro,
too.
Yes. We meet once
every five years
for a dinner
we cook ourselves.
In 1987, they're
supposed to come to my house.
We have another
30 seconds.
Till what?
Until they're
edible.
The last 15 seconds,
we just let them
sit there and breathe.
Oh, Paul,
aren't they gorgeous?
Yeah.
When you eat knichi,
you take a bite
into history.
Knichi is over
2,000 years old.
Not this particular batch,
of course. Ha ha.
Ha ha ha ha...
Ha ha ha.
Would you be betraying the society
by telling us what's in them?
Well, if caught,
your taste buds
are ostracized for two years.
But since I'm
among friends...
It's bits
of salted fish,
grated olives,
spices,
and onion batter.
Ready?
5...
4...
3...
2...
1... 0. Mrs. Banks.
Oh. Thank you.
What's the fish?
Eel.
Eel?
Eel.
That's why the time element
is so essential.
Eel spoils quickly.
Mrs. Banks,
you're not eating.
I had a martini
and a pink pill, and I think...
Oh, please, please.
The temperature of the knichi
is very important.
You must eat it now.
In five minutes,
we throw it away.
Wouldn't want you
to do that.
Uh, no, no.
Pop it.
I beg
your pardon?
If you nibble,
knichi tastes bitter.
You must, uh, pop it.
Look.
See?
Oh, yes.
Ha ha ha ha.
Here.
Oh. Thank you.
Are you O.K.?
back too far.
Was that water?
No. Vodka. I use it
in the knichi.
Oh, my stomach.
Of course, the trick
is to pop it
right through the center
of the tongue.
Then it gets the benefit
of the entire palate. Corie.
Well... here goes.
How about that?
Perfect! You are the prettiest epicurean
I've ever seen.
Paul.
No. No, thank you.
L... I have a bad arm.
You can try. Paul,
you have to try everything.
Right, Mr. Velasco?
Well, as the French say,
at least once.
Ah.
Bitter.
Right?
You know why,
don't you?
I nibbled,
I didn't pop.
Yeah. Have another.
Try to pop...
I don't care
to pop another one. Besides,
we're over
the five-minute limit.
Are we ready to go out
to dinner?
I thought we were having dinner
at your flat.
No. Our stove
caught fire.
Goodness.
What happened?
Nothing. We just
turned it on.
If you're looking
for the unusual,
I have
a suggestion.
That's what
we want...
The unusual,
right, Mother?
Oh, you know me...
one of the fellows.
Then we're off
to The Four Winds.
The Chinese restaurant,
53rd Street?
No, the Albanian restaurant
on Staten Island.
We'll take
the ferry.
Ferry...
in February.
I love it already!
Come on, Mother.
Paul, help her.
It won't let go
of me. Ha ha! Oh...
Now, don't expect anything
lavish in the way of decor.
Actually,
I'm not even sure
that they have
a restaurant license.
Mr. Velasco,
don't you wear a coat?
Well, it's
only 30 degrees.
For me,
it's springtime.
Ready? My group,
stay close to me.
If anyone gets lost,
we'll meet
at the United States Embassy.
Where were you?
Getting my gloves.
What do you need gloves for?
It's only 30 degrees.
Oh. Sorry, I forgot.
We're having
a heat wave.
Do you have a dime?
Yeah.
Would you look
at her?
Look at her.
She's freezing to death,
but she wouldn't admit that.
I'll admit it.
I'm freezing to death.
Ah! Ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha! Hi!
Hello!
Ha ha ha!
Voila!
Come on, Mother.
Uh, listen, are you sure we're
in the right place?
Well... inhale.
This way.
Heavenly!
Em Shash Kepop...
The Four Winds.
I bid you now enter
a gastronomical
paradise.
Kishama!
Velasco!
Ha ha!
Ha ha!
Ha ha!
Mmm!
You taste
delicious!
You think so?
I put myself on the menu.
How many people
you got?
Four. All cold, all tired,
and all starving.
Good. First you drink,
then you eat,
then you go
up to my bed
and take
a little sleep, huh?
Get up! Huh!
Aha! Ouzo!
My beautiful,
beloved ouzo.
Paul,
do you drink?
Yes, thank you. Ouzo, I'd like
a Scotch, please.
No, no. Uh,
this is ouzo.
She is Mushka.
Paul, didn't you
know this was ouzo?
No.
Is the glass
dirty?
What color
is ouzo?
White.
It's dirty.
To the beginning
of new friendships.
Viznetz korvorsh
keyem buzu!
What does
that mean?
I don't know.
I just made it up. Cheers!
Cheers!
Oh!
Whoo!
Wow!
Ha ha ha!
Whoo!
Here's to your
health, Mom.
Thank you.
To my health.
Have another one,
quickly.
No, thank you,
really.
Please. One
can make you sick.
Two starts you
on the road to recovery.
Pelmenchki!
I don't
believe it!
Taste it.
Pelmenchki!
For us!
He only makes it
twice a year.
If you like it,
I make you more next July.
Ha ha.
To pelmenchki.
Pour it in right away.
Otherwise, it goes sour.
Hey, it's Mushka.
Shama shama
El mal kema ma
Tsurni
Tsurni
oh chi jadam
Shama shama
El mal
kema ma...
Hey, I like that.
What are they playing?
It's an old
Albanian folk song.
What does
shama shama mean?
and I don't care.
No kidding.
Ha ha! Ha ha!
Ha ha!
Ha ha! Ha ha!
Ha ha!
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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