Breezy Page #6

I could come back.

Then could we go to the ocean?

I know a beautiful spot there.

Like to show it to you.

All morning long, from the

moment I left the house,

all I could think about

was getting home.

Not the clients, not the

sales, not the commissions,

I just wanted to get home.

You're doing weird things

to my mind, Edith Alice.

I missed you too.

You don't have to say anything.

I told you before I didn't

expect anything back.

Besides, I know that

you feel something.

You couldn't have made love to

me the way you did last night

if you didn't feel something.

I agree.

Do you?

What do you feel?

Concern for another human being.

An awareness of life.

Fantastic excitement

when I touch you.

An interest...

A genuine interest in

someone other than myself.

You feel all that for me?

Yes.

You love me.

I didn't mention love.

Yes, you did.

(KIDS YELLING)

I am going to have buttered

popcorn. What about you?

BOB:
Hey! Frank! Over here! Frank!

NANCY:
Frank?

FRANK:
Oh, hiya, Bob.

NANCY:
You son of a gun. You didn't

even say good-bye the other night.

Okay. You don't deserve it,

but I forgive you anyway.

Thank you.

Hey, you here alone?

Come on in with us!

Uh, no, I, uh...

I'm not alone.

BREEZY:
I know what I'm gonna have.

I want two Hershey bars, a Milky

Way, and, um, a Butterfinger.

Breezy, I want you to meet

two old friends of mine,

Nancy and Bob Henderson.

- Hi.

- And, uh...

Oh! Bill and Rose

Perry, Frank Harmon.

Hello, Frank, how are ya?

Uh, Breezy, right?

Right.

Well, we'd better be getting in.

- A good idea. Come on, imbecile.

- Yeah.

See ya later, Breezy.

Hey, meet us out

here after the show.

We'll go out for a drink

someplace together.

Klutz, come on.

- Sure. Maybe.

- A little later, then.

I want one of these,

and I want two,

and a Hershey bar and Milk Duds.

Why didn't... Why didn't

you wait for your friends?

You said that you would.

No, I didn't. I said maybe.

I thought that they were

really nice. Friendly.

Mmm. Too nice. Too friendly.

Smug's more like it.

Gee, I didn't think that they...

How about a little

quiet for a change?

We don't have to talk

every minute, do we?

(SNIFFLING)

- (SIGHING)

- (SNIFFLING)

Breezy?

Don't let me hurt you.

Don't let me do that.

(SIGHING) I love you.

I love you, I love you!

I'm sorry.

Is that better?

I know I'm being a baby.

So don't say anything.

(CHUCKLING)

I wouldn't think of it.

No lectures on maturity, either.

Not a word shall pass my lips.

I'll let you in on a secret.

Nobody matures.

They just grow tired.

You know,

Davey and Marcy have been living

together for almost six months now.

But they don't have this.

What we have.

Davey tells her he

loves her all the time.

But...

The words by themselves

don't mean a hell of a lot.

Marcy says that she loves him,

but I think she

has to say it, because...

She doesn't realize

how really alone she is.

(SIGHING) Maybe sometimes

it's better to be alone.

Sure.

(LAUGHING)

Just like if you have something

incurable, it's better to be dead.

(LAUGHING)

(CHUCKLING)

- (WHINING)

- Hello, Love-A-Lot.

Speaking of incurables.

(BREEZY LAUGHING)

"Love-A-Lot."

BREEZY:
I like to watch you dress.

FRANK:
I like to watch you undress.

You know what I love?

Everything.

- No, besides that.

- What?

(INHALING)

I love being horizontal.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello? No, I was expecting a call.

Well, I've got three houses

to show, and then, uh...

Well, if you can make it at

2:
00, you've got a deal.

Why shouldn't I sound great?

I am great.

No, I'll tell you when I see you.

Right. Bye-bye.

Oh, I gotta get outta here.

(SIGHING)

I do not see the point of

getting rid of a pot belly

by replacing it with a rupture!

(EXHALING)

An affair, man.

That's what I need.

Someone to put the old zing back

in my life. Something sick.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, Jesus!

Well, I don't mean sick.

I mean, off-beat.

Oh, Christ, if you're gonna cheat,

what's the sense in cheating

with the same kind of stuff

you're cheatin' on, right?

Right.

Yeah, anything.

- Yeah, you don't want to hear my problems.

- Sure I do.

You got problems of your own.

Nope! Not a one.

Not a one, huh?

(SIGHING) Let's take a steam.

I don't think I can stand it.

Ah, do you good.

Make you relaxed when you

get back to the office.

Relaxed? Are you kiddin'? I'll

go back to the office and faint.

You've been walking about two feet

off the ground ever

since we got here.

It's nauseating, Frank. Are

you gonna tell me about it?

- What?

- (SCOFFING)

Boy, I wish I had your nerve.

You're your own man,

you know what I mean?

I mean, you do what

you want, you go where

you like with anybody you please.

You don't give a damn

what people think.

Now look at you.

Look what it's done for you.

It's that old zing, Frank.

Yeah, that's what I need.

Man, all the crazy

young chicks today.

Skirts up to their

chins, no bras...

(CHUCKLING)

That's how I know I'm not dead.

You known her long, Frank?

- Who?

- Who? That girl last night.

Oh, boy. Can't you see me

with a cute kid like that?

Well... I just haven't

got your nerve, Frank.

Oh, there's a lot more involved

than just your damn nerve.

Sure, there's sex.

What else, love?

(SCOFFING) Why should a young girl

like that love an old fart like me?

Nah, I'd be a meal ticket

for her, that's it.

And even if I could,

where would I go with her

without feeling like

a child molester?

Ah, just hop into bed with her

whenever I could get out of the house.

Which is like once a year,

on Arbor Day.

And I'm not kiddin' myself,

man. I'm in the panic years.

Right now is the

time I have to start

proving I'm still

the stud I ever was.

Then, I can have my

heart attack, relax,

and not have to worry about

proving anything anymore.

Christ, can we get out of here now

and go get a drink somewhere?

My fingers are beginning to pucker.

Frank?

Yeah?

I don't know what it is.

Whenever I'm with you,

I get diarrhea of the mouth.

You shouldn't let

me go on like that.

And you had something you

wanted to tell me, didn't you?

(CHUCKLING) Uh, no.

You said over the phone you had something

you wanted to tell me. What was it?

Nothing.

Really nothing.

- BREEZY:
Frank!

- (TIRES SCREECHING)

(SIGHING) Damn!

- Was that him?

- Yes.

I swear, sometimes he

drives like a wild Indian.

Even looks like an Indian

sometimes when he gets mean.

You know, his face gets all

mean and hard and scrunched up.

You didn't tell me

that he was an Indian.

I'm sorry.

I thought I did.

Now I see.

(CHUCKLING) What do you see?

That ocean he gave you was

the Indian Ocean, right?

(CHUCKLING)

Right.

(LAUGHING)

(DOG BARKING)

Get down, dog.

BREEZY:
I'm in the kitchen, Frankie. But

don't come in unless your eyes are closed.

I don't want you to peek.

What is all this?

You poop! I asked you

not to look yet.

Breezy, I've had a long day, and

I don't feel like playing games.

Now, what's going on?

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