Breezy Page #5

Synopsis: Breezy is a teen-aged hippy with a big heart. After taking a ride with a man who only wants her for sex, Breezy manages to escape. She runs to hide on a secluded property where stands the home of a middle-aged divorced man, Frank Harmon. Frank reluctantly takes Breezy in only to fall unexpectedly in love with her.
Genre: Drama, Romance
Director(s): Clint Eastwood
Production: Universal Pictures
 
IMDB:
7.0
R
Year:
1973
106 min
650 Views


Behave yourself.

Oh!

- How pretty!

- I like that one.

Well, who wouldn't?

(SIGHING) Come on.

You kidding? You know how

much that's gonna cost?

Forget it. In my second life, I've

planned to come back as Howard Hughes.

The only problem is, he'd probably

still be around, the character.

- Don't you just love the smell of new clothes?

- Mmm-hmm.

Hello. Can I help you?

Yes. She'd like to

look at some things.

All right.

- What are you, a size five? About that?

- BREEZY:
Three, I think.

WOMAN:
Three? All right. Let's

go over here and take a look.

Pow!

(GROANING)

Got me, partner.

(CHUCKLING)

BREEZY:
Ta-da!

(CHUCKLING)

Wha... What do you think?

Oh!

I feel beautiful! And you

know where I see it?

I see it in your eyes.

Shall I put these in a bag

for your daughter, sir?

Why don't you, uh, throw those

things in the wastebasket?

No! They're still good.

Here, I'll take them.

Here you are.

Thank you very much.

- BREEZY:
Oh!

- FRANK:
Come on!

(DOG BARKING)

BREEZY:
Wait! Wait for me!

BREEZY:
Okay!

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Fetch it, dog.

Come on, fetch it!

(GRUNTING)

What the hell am I doing,

chasing a nutsy dog?

You're having fun, and so am I.

Come here! Come on!

(MAKES KISSING SOUNDS)

Ooh. Come here. Come on!

(KISSING SOUNDS)

Come on. Come on.

Isn't he a love?

Ooh!

You're just a love!

Ooh!

Yeah, lotta love.

Lotta love.

Love-A-Lot! That's perfect!

That's his name.

I now dub thee, "Sir Love-A-Lot!"

(CHUCKLING)

You're as nutsy as the dog.

This is the best day

of my whole life.

You're too easy to please.

I envy you.

I love you.

(CLICKING TONGUE)

I'm more than twice your age, brat.

Wonderful. You can count.

You don't think that's important?

I don't understand why people

make such a big fuss about age.

All it proves is that you've

been here longer than I have.

Got it all figured out, huh?

No. No, I don't.

I really won't know where

older people are until...

Until I'm there myself.

Is that how it is, Frankie?

Do... Do you start believing

what you see in the mirror

and forget about what

you feel inside?

Do you stop feeling because the

outside of you makes it seem foolish?

Is that it?

Does becoming older

mean feeling foolish?

Well, what's there to

look forward to, then,

if you can't go on

loving and being loved?

I'm never gonna

let it happen to me.

No one should ever let it happen.

Ooh, I love you so much.

- (KISSING)

- (CHUCKLING)

(GIGGLING)

MAN:
Good evening.

Got a nice, quiet booth somewhere?

Yes, we do. Follow me.

(FLAMENCO MUSIC PLAYING)

No, I'm not much on

blind dates, either.

But what the hell? I don't

get to LA that often.

So the only people I really know

out here are Bob and Nancy.

Uh, would you get me

another drink, please?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

All you can hold.

Uh, miss. Another round, please.

Would you care for

a cocktail first?

Yes, we would.

Does the young lady have her ID?

What for?

Well, I'm sorry, sir, but we're not

allowed to serve liquor to anyone...

I think you can safely assume

that I'm aware of that.

Of course, sir.

Enjoy your dinner.

This seems like a nice place.

- (WATER POURING)

- Yes, but I don't care much for the help.

Hey. That was stupid, I'm sorry.

That's his job, right?

Right. Now, let's start over.

Good evening. Would you

care for a cocktail?

Yes, vodka martini.

And I'd like a Shirley

Temple, please.

WAITRESS:
Thank you.

Okay. This seems like a nice place.

Have you been here before?

Nope.

I didn't think so.

Less chance of running

into somebody that you might know.

(SIGHING) You know, you worry me.

I do? Well, that's encouraging.

Breezy, as bad

as bad can be, you...

You seem to find

something good in it.

You probably would have found

some good in Attila the Hun.

But, baby, there are

things that are all bad.

And there are people that

are genuinely rotten.

Unless you accept that, uh, you

can't protect yourself from it.

From what?

Reality. Someday, reality's just

gonna spring up and lay one on you.

And I'm not so sure

you can survive it.

There's that black cloud again.

- You don't hear me, do you?

- Of course I do.

I just wish that you could

talk about something else.

Like how wonderful today was. That

was reality too. It really happened.

I didn't dream that.

No, you didn't dream it.

Did you? Was it real for you, too?

Sometimes, Edith Alice,

you scare the hell out of me.

Thank you.

- (SIGHING DEEPLY)

- Who knows? Maybe we'll get along.

Stranger things have

happened, you know?

(CHUCKLING)

Well, we're never gonna

find out here, are we?

So why don't we get outta here?

Not yet. I have to stay a while.

What for?

I just have to.

What do you want

to do after dinner?

Suggest something.

We could go to the movies.

If you like.

We could go dancing.

Fine.

Could we just go home?

If I don't hold you soon, or touch

you, I think I'm gonna die.

(SIGHING DEEPLY)

Wow. You don't expect me to

order anything now, do you?

Feel it, Frankie. All the wild, wonderful

things that are happening to us.

I don't want to miss

the smallest part of it.

I can't stop shivering.

Try.

I am trying.

Try harder, or we'll never

get invited back here.

Hello, Frank.

Paula.

How are you?

Fine, and you?

Oh, never better!

I think your friend's

growing a little impatient.

Oh. He doesn't mind.

Doesn't mind anything I do.

(LAUGHING)

The poor idiot's in love with me!

Frank, I might be

getting married again.

He's asked me, but I...

(SIGHING)

I just can't make up my mind.

Well, congratulations...

If and when.

I got your check.

You're always right on

time with the damn thing.

I wish, for once, you could be just a

little late, so I could call my lawyer

and make some trouble for you.

(LAUGHING)

I'll see what I can do.

(INHALING DEEPLY) Well, better go.

Once again, it wasn't

nice to see you.

It was a pleasure not meeting you.

God, you're young!

(LAUGHING)

Ah... Night, Frank.

(SIGHING)

Just what I needed. Cold shower.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Uh, what are you gonna have?

Whatever.

BREEZY:
Oops.

BREEZY:
Okay, I'm gonna race ya?

(BREEZY LAUGHING)

- FRANK:
Easy now. Let's not fall.

- Oh, I know.

Twelve Shirley Temples

can really do it to you.

(LAUGHING)

Would you...

(LAUGHING)

(SIGHING)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

I don't know when it happened.

I just stopped loving her.

All the things that I...

Dug about her

suddenly turned me off,

and all the cute things

became damned annoying.

I should have left

her then, but I didn't.

So we kept torturing each

other for a couple of years.

"Mental cruelty."

(SCOFFING)

What an underrated phrase.

We stripped each other of every

honest emotion we had left.

It became a challenge to see

which one could force the

other into the breaking point.

(INHALING SHARPLY) I won.

She finally divorced me.

And now, she drinks

me out of a bottle.

I...

My God, you're so new.

I only have one appointment

at the office this morning.

When that's finished,

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Jo Heims

Joyce "Jo" Heims (January 15, 1930 – April 22, 1978) was an American screenwriter best known for her collaborations with actor-director Clint Eastwood. Born in Philadelphia, Heims moved out to the US west coast in early adulthood. She worked various jobs before starting a career writing for film and television during the 1960s. In addition to co-writing the story for Eastwood's role in Dirty Harry, Heims drafted the screenplay for Play Misty for Me, which served as Eastwood's own directorial debut in 1971. Heims continued to screenwrite throughout the decade before dying of breast cancer in 1978. more…

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