Carnal Knowledge Page #7

Here's a 16-year-old

I gave 20 bucks to

one night in the village

when I was drunk.

Maybe you

know her, Jennifer.

She gave me a dose.

( imitating Porky Pig )

Th-th-th-that's all, folks.

What are

you crying for?

It's not

a Lassie movie.

Sorry about that.

Or something.

So, what else is new?

To tell you the truth,

I don't see

anybody anymore.

Neither do we.

Well, you've

got each other.

I thought she was

your daughter

when you first

came in.

In a lot of ways,

she's older

than I am.

Yeah.

She knows worlds

I can't even begin

to touch yet.

Sandy, please.

I found out

who I am.

You're in big trouble.

Same old Jonathan.

Indubitably.

Let me talk to her

about you, John.

Talk to her about me?

I'm 40, she's nine.

You just don't

get it, do you?

Oh, I get it,

all right.

I've been getting it

for a long time.

What's the point?

Sandy, you found

a good piece of ass.

God bless you.

You're my friend,

I'm happy for you.

As long as it lasts,

I'm happy for you.

You deserve to be happy.

I mean it.

Why fight? Okay?

All those games.

Jesus Christ!

You don't need those

games, Jonathan.

I know. I've played

more games than anyone.

The obedient son game.

The bright student game.

- The cocksman's game.

- Some cocksman.

The respectable

husband game.

The good father game.

- The specialist game.

- Good father?

Games don't

impress Jennifer.

Just life, just love.

Yeah, well,

I don't want

to argue

with you, Sandy.

So let's just agree

to disagree, okay?

Don't make me mad, okay?

Jennifer knows

more at 18

than Susan knows

to this day.

You found yourself

a real jewel, okay?

She's my love teacher.

Finally got it

up, huh?

You give off

such bad vibrations.

Bad vibrations?

Sandy, I love you,

but you're a schmuck.

You were always

young, Sandy, open.

You were schmucky

a lot of the time,

but maybe schmuckiness

is what you need

to stay young

and open.

Listen...

don't listen to me.

You're doing great,

and I'm making money.

You can find what

I found, Jonathan.

Don't make me

insult you.

Women...

All ball-busters, right?

You know it.

When you think of

some of the things

he has to dip into,

any guy with a conscience

has a right to turn soft.

Am I right, Louise?

You're always

right, lover.

I don't think

we're going to have

any trouble tonight.

- You don't?

- No, I don't.

Are you sure?

You wanna bet?

How much?

The sky's the limit.

God damn it!

What did I do?

You're doing it

all wrong.

I'm doing it

like always.

You never said

that before.

- Said what?

- "Sky's the limit."

Sure, I...

Never.

What do I say?

You forgot, didn't you?

A hundred.

I say a hundred.

Okay.

It just came out.

I just want it right,

that's all.

I don't think

we're going to have

any trouble tonight.

- You don't?

- No, I don't.

Are you sure?

You wanna bet?

How much?

A hundred?

You sound pretty sure.

You're a kind of man...

why shouldn't I be sure?

What kind of man am I?

A real man.

A kind man.

I'm not kind.

I don't mean weak kind,

the way so many men are.

I mean the kindness

that comes

from an enormous strength,

from an inner power

so strong that every act,

no matter what,

is more proof

of that power.

That's what

all women resent.

That's why they try

to cut you down.

Because your knowledge

of yourself and them

is so right, so true

that it exposes

the lies which they,

every scheming

one of them, live by.

It takes a true

woman to understand

that the purest

form of love

is to love a man who

denies himself to her.

A man who inspires worship,

because he has

no need for any woman,

because he has himself.

And who is better,

more beautiful,

more powerful,

more perfect.

You're getting hard.

More strong, more masculine,

more extraordinary,

more robust...

It's rising.

It's rising.

More virile,

domineering.

More irresistible...

It's up...

in the air.

( Indian music playing )

( organ playing )

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