Cactus Flower Page #10

Hi, Igor.

Introduce us.

Mrs. Winston,

this is Igor Sullivan.

That's not his real

name, of course.

Of course.

What is that?

The uptight.

And what is this?

The boogaloo.

What's that?

A new step.

What's it called?

The dentist.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Are you sulking again?

I got bored dancing

with Seor Sanchez.

(MUSIC STOPS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Well, thank you, Igor.

I should have

brought my wife.

You must feel

as if you were dancing

with your mother.

Quiet, I'm enjoying this.

So am I.

Then relax.

Let's not get neurotic

about age.

You're a very sexy lady.

An old sexy lady.

Good.

Let's run away and live

on your social security.

I must say,

that Igor of yours is

a pretty vulgar dancer.

What do you mean, Igor?

She's the one plastering

herself against him.

When I think of all

I've done for her.

Hey, did you see that?

He just kissed her

on the neck.

Phoo! She sure likes

a lot of action.

Yes, she does,

doesn't she?

Right now she's surrounded

by her husband,

her ex-boyfriend,

her current boyfriend,

and maybe

her future boyfriend.

If somebody doesn't

stop that guy

he's gonna make love to her

in the middle of the floor.

(MUSIC STOPS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, Igor! Our song!

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

Well, maybe I shouldn't

leave her alone

when she's like this.

Leave her alone?

That's some talk

for a man

who's planning a divorce.

Make sure that

gets home all right.

Rotten, rotten, rotten.

Rotten, rotten.

Everything you told me

about your wife

certainly was true.

She's not a lady.

She's a barracuda.

I don't care

to discuss it anymore.

Hey, look at that,

some poor schnook is getting

his car towed away.

Julian.

Hey, wait a minute,

that's my car!

JULIAN:

Hey, come back here!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Here.

Oh. Good morning, Doctor.

That's how you're

coming to work?

Well, I didn't have time

to go home.

Where were you

all night?

It's all a blur.

A beautiful,

blurry blur.

When you left the club

you were already doing

fairly well, blurry-wise.

We didn't really

get started

until after you left.

I'm sure that

must have helped.

Everybody got to

know everybody and, uh,

at about 3:
00 we were

invited to this big bash.

A bash?

A party.

Uh, in this pad,

on, uh, Waverly Place.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(WALTZ MUSIC PLAYING)

Did you ever have...

Oh.

Did you ever

have a gin and tonic

made with, with tequila?

No, thank you.

Tequila and tonic?

No, no. No.

You substitute

the tequila...

No, you substitute

the tonic

for the tequila.

The tequila

for the tonic?

Yes, they call it...

Gin and tequila?

Yes. They call it

the Mexican Measles.

"Missile."

(LAUGHING)

Missile. Yes, and, um,

they tell me

it prevents malaria.

You know what I've done?

I've created

a monster. That's what.

No, Dr. Frankenstein,

this is not creation

of yours, this is me.

Me, experiencing new things.

Things that

I've never done before.

And having a hell

of a good time.

So you stayed there

all night

fighting malaria?

No, we went to the beach.

The beach?

Yes, we wanted some fresh air,

so we drove to Coney Island.

It's lovely there at dawn.

Nobody around. We sat there

and watched the sun come up.

You sat on the beach

in your new mink stole?

Oh, a little sand

won't hurt it.

I had to lie on something.

Wait a minute.

You said you were sitting.

Were you sitting or lying?

A little of this

and a little of that.

You should have

come with us.

There wouldn't have been

room for all of us

on the mink.

Anyway, I'm sure

you prefer

to be with Toni.

Toni? I forgot

all about her.

STEPHANIE:

What's the matter?

I, uh, I left her standing

outside the discotheque.

I hope she had

sense enough to go home.

(DIALING)

(SIGHING)

It's just not practical

to keep one in the city.

A girl?

No, a car.

Toni?

I, I didn't wake you,

did I?

Oh, I wanted to make sure

you got home all right.

No, I didn't get it.

Well, first I, I went to

the police station,

and they told me

to try this garage

on the East Side.

When I got there

they told me to try the

garage on the West Side.

And when I got there,

it was closed.

I couldn't find a cab

so I had to walk home.

I should have listened

to my mother

and become an MD.

Then they let you

park anywhere.

Yeah, okay.

You go back to bed.

I'll see you tonight. Right.

Did she get home

all right?

Yes, which is more

than I can say for you.

My cactus.

It's blooming!

Never mind, now.

What about your night

of debauchery

with Seor Sanchez?

Seor Sanchez?

Whoever said anything

about him?

We lost him

early in the evening.

We? Who's we?

Igor and I.

You mean,

you spent the night

with that hippie?

But you're wrong about Igor.

He's sensitive

and sincere and very poetic.

Poetic? I saw him

kiss you on the neck.

He's also very friendly.

There's no such thing

as a friendly kiss

on the neck.

I must say it's grotesque,

a woman your age throwing

yourself at a kid like that.

What about that

father-and-daughter

thing of yours?

If you don't think

that looks ridiculous...

It's different with a man.

A man with a younger woman

looks appropriate.

But when it's

the other way around...

You go to your church

and I'll go to mine.

It wasn't easy for me

to do what I did

last night.

But every time

I felt shaky,

I thought about you.

Oh, yes. It was obvious

you were thinking of me.

Thinking about all

those terrible things

you said to me.

I was determined

to make up

for the time I'd lost.

And I intend

to keep on doing it.

And now, if you'll

excuse me,

I'm going to take

an Alka-Seltzer.

I don't mind saying

I'm disappointed in you,

Miss Dickinson.

Very disappointed.

Doctor, you're the one

who said I was

discouraging men.

Stifling my femininity.

But the first time

an attractive young man

pays a little attention

to me, you go to pieces.

Well, if I didn't

know you so well,

I'd almost swear

you're jealous.

Jealous? Of you?

Come now,

Miss Dickinson.

I just think

it's in very bad taste

when, under my eyes

and the eyes

of my fiancee,

my wife puts on

an indecent,

immoral exhibition,

with someone young

enough to be her son.

All right, look.

So you had a little

fling last night.

Nobody's knocking it.

After all, there was

no harm done. Was there?

Why don't you come right out

and ask me

if I went to bed with him?

All right.

Did you go to bed

with him?

It's none

of your business.

What happened out there

on my mink stole?

I mean, the beach?

I want to know.

By what right?

A husband's right.

Let me remind you

that you're still my wife!

No more!

I want a divorce!

After all the years

of misery I've had.

Years of misery?

Yes, all those mornings

when I went in

and found hairpins

on the couch

and lipstick

on mouthwash glasses.

You've been spying on me?

All right,

you want to play rough,

I'll tell the world

about your drunkenness,

your wild parties,

your orgies

on the beach!

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