Bobby Page #7
In ten years,
these Americans will inherit
the problems
we don't solve today.
It's suggested that, in
the next several decades,
having to wear gas masks
in New York City because, uh,
the air's becoming so polluted.
And the same thing is true,
to a lesser degree, in cities
That will spread
to the rural areas, as well,
unless we stop it.
There are things
we can do about automobiles;
there are laws that we can pass
about, uh, dumping
and, uh, throwing refuse
in lakes and streams,
and into the air.
Industry must do something,
and then individual citizens.
And then the demand,
the interest that all of you
might take in it.
And I think that's
what's going to make
the difference in this country.
Mm. I look fat.
You're not fat, I'm fat.
Well, I feel fat.
Maybe it's your swimsuit.
So you do think I look fat.
I didn't say that.
You're being
passive-aggressive.
Please don't do that.
- Don't do what?
- I mean it.
All that headshrinker gibberish.
I never thought you needed to be
fixed in the first place.
It was your idea for me to go.
Because you were sad.
It's called depression, Sam.
Would you keep
your voice down, please.
It's called depression.
I don't understand what you
have to be depressed about.
What do you talk about
in there, anyway?
Well, most of the
time, my depression.
Is it me?
Samantha, sweetheart, no.
It's me.
How's your personal relationship
with God comin' along?
It's beautiful.
You?
Me and the Big G
are solid, my brother.
We have to get more
of this stuff.
I know.
Planet of the Apes.
Planet of the Apes
on acid would be cool.
Look...
I'm having trouble with...
I'm not sure about this.
About what we're doing.
William.
No, I-I can't help feeling
that I'm taking
something away from you.
Something sacred.
I mean, you should only get
married once, like our parents.
It's not frivolous.
It's not disposable.
Look, I'm okay with this.
I'm okay with it
in my heart and in my head.
And you're not taking
anything away from me.
This is my choice, William.
Christ, Diane,
I- I created a rift
between you and your father.
My father has a problem
with you, not with me.
Well, that makes me feel better.
He's a stubborn man.
Well, look on the bright side...
until the annulment.
What if I
don't want an annulment?
What?
D Tuesday d
d Afternoon d
d I'm just beginning to see d
d Now I'm on my way d
d I doesn't matter to me d
d Something d
Excuse me, miss.
D Calls to me d
We do have 24-hour room service.
D The trees are
drawing me near d
d I've got to find out why d
So where are you from?
Czechoslovakia.
I hear... d
That's near
the Soviet Union, right?
Have you got a map?
This is a kitchen,
not a library.
Man, when was the last time
you had something to eat?
I don't remember.
Slow down.
You're making me nervous.
Czechoslovakia, that's a, um...
Communist country, right?
Socialist.
Socialist, Communist.
I really don't know too
much about that stuff.
Maybe you should pick up
a newspaper sometime,
you wouldn't need a map
to find Czechoslovakia.
Well, wherever it is...
I don't understand why you kill
so many of your own people.
Really?
So, what do you think
you are doing in Vietnam?
So, you want the same
as last night,
for the senator?
Ah, you know, I don't care, as
long as it stays out of my face.
Okay.
I have something in mind.
I suppose you're past
getting nervous for a show.
You know, the only thing
that I get nervous about...
is whether anybody's
gonna show up or not.
You're Virginia Fallon.
Of course they'll show.
Yeah, but, you know,
I'm getting older...
and...
people don't care about you
as much when you get older.
Look at you.
You look terrific.
Yeah.
But you know how they call women
"tootsie" or...
"cupcake"?
Anyone ever call you "Twinkie"?
No.
That's right.
And I guarantee you
no one will ever
call you Twinkie.
You know why?
Because we don't have
the same shelf life
as a Twinkie.
We're like melting...
ice cream cones.
You know what?
I was wondering, like, exactly,
I was thinking,
"When did I grow
that flat spot on my ass?"
Very nice, fellas.
Hey, you want to sit in,
Mr. Fallon?
No, no, no.
I don't play anymore.
Come on, once a drummer...
Come play some music with us.
- Come on up, Tim.
- Come on, man. Go with it, man.
- Come on. Let's hear it.
- Get up here.
What do the guys got up?
I think we have, uh,
"Don't Jive Me Now. "
I know that one.
All right!
A- one, two, three, four.
D d
So you can listen
to the game tonight.
Oh-ho...
Miguel.
Eh, just don't let Timmons
catch you with it, all right?
Thank you.
Thank you, man.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Couldn't carry a tune.
- Ah...
Not even a Christmas carol.
That's fantastic.
My husband was always
trying to get me to sing.
Make a little joke.
Mm-hmm.
At my expense, I suppose.
You know, we're all whores.
All of us.
Just some of us get paid.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
No, that wasn't very nice.
That's fine.
Yeah.
I'm a drunk.
I'm an awful drunk.
I really am.
And I'm an awful person
sometimes.
And you seem like a really...
You seem like
a really nice lady.
You know, you've been
really nice to me, too.
You have, you've been
really nice with me.
And I'm sorry.
You don't deserve that.
Hey.
I try to do better.
I do.
I try to do better, and...
somehow I just don't do better.
Tonight's a big night.
I'm introducing the senator.
Tim's very excited about that.
That I'm introducing
the senator.
D Magic d
- d Moments... d
- I can't decide.
Those shoes are beautiful,
sir, and they fit her well.
Fine. I'll take those.
Do you want to put 'em on first,
You don't need to
know how they feel?
It's not about how they feel,
Jack, it's about how they look.
And they look fabulous.
Okay.
I'll ring 'em up, sir.
D Feel I'm going back d
d To Massachusetts d
What have we done?
What do you mean?
What if Dwayne
We can all forget it, man.
I'm 19, Jimmy.
I don't want to go to Vietnam.
Do you?
No.
I mean, 'cause we f***ed off
today, Jim.
You know, we f***ed off.
We should've done
what we were supposed to do.
Coop, it's okay.
It's just two guys
knocking on doors.
No, it isn't.
McCarthy in New Hampshire
came within 230 votes
of Johnson.
We could've knocked
on 230 doors today.
I've knocked on well over
a hundred by myself!
Okay. You know what,
if it makes you feel better,
we can go out, and the polls
will be open for...
It's too late now.
It's too goddamn late.
Yes, it is. Yes, it is.
We can't do anything
anymore. It's too late!
I feel like we should personally
apologize to the man.
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