Cocoon: The Return Page #4
- PG
- Year:
- 1988
- 116 min
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that ever felt scared or anxious,
or couldn't hit a baseball.
You see, when I was a kid playing baseball,
they always sent me to right field...
that's where they send the duds.
Then when I got up to bat there was
no way in the world I could ever hit that ball.
- But you can do it now.
- Sure, but I've had a whole life to work on it.
You can hit too. I've seen you.
You see...
it looks to me like you're listening
to a lot of people tell you you can't do it,
when maybe what you should be doing
is listening to yourself say that you can.
And I want you to remember something.
I love you, and all I want for you
is the very best that life has to offer,
but, see, you're gonna
have to go get it yourself.
Yeah.
Now think about that, will you?
OK.
Thanks, Grandpa.
Mr Finley?
Won't you have a seat, Mr Finley?
We'll talk about this.
We don't really need to talk, Doctor.
Just tell me what's wrong.
You had leukaemia a few years back,
but it went into complete remission, right?
Right.
- I've got it again, haven't I?
- Yes.
I'd like to get you started on chemo.
How long have I got, Doctor?
The disease is unpredictable. It may spread
quickly or it may go into periodic remission.
Six months, six years.
I honestly don't know.
Great.
- I'll take over for a while.
- OK.
If only you could talk.
Did you do that?
- Is he doing what I think he's doing?
- I think so.
- Call Dr Baron.
- Right.
Relax.
Contraction ends.
Now take a deep, cleansing breath.
Oh, that's my little mommy.
Hi.
Thank goodness. I was just about
I have so much to tell you.
Me, too.
Sorry I'm late. The market was jammed.
This has been the most incredible day.
First Bess, and then guess what?
I met a woman who runs
a preschool for foster children.
She just called and offered me ajob.
Isn't that something?
In all my life no one's ever offered me ajob.
She said she was impressed
by the way I handled the children.
- So what did you tell her?
- I said I'd have to talk to you.
I'm going back tomorrow just to help out.
How can you take ajob
when we're leaving in two days' time?
Joe, for heaven's sake, I was just pleased
to get the offer. I didn't say I was taking it.
Then why didn't you
turn her down on the spot?
I don't know.
I suppose I just wanted
the fantasy to last a little longer.
I'll tell her tomorrow.
What's your news?
What?
Those groceries are a lot more expensive
than they used to be.
Thank you for coming.
We're going to start the demonstration now.
Sara, please?
- See?
All right!
You can't fool him, you see?
Oh... Yes.
We're gonna make arrangements
to move him to a secure location.
- I want to keep this very quiet.
- Fine.
- Good work. Job well done.
- Thank you.
Congratulations. I am very impressed
with you and your facility.
My reports to the Joint Chiefs
will reflect that.
All I'm saying is we've no idea how a drastic
change in environment might affect him.
He's losing his strength, and a dead alien
won't do you or the military any good.
Sara, I know you're fond of him, but don't let
emotions overrule your scientific judgment.
You're not giving him to MI or the Smithsonian, but to the Air Force!
To the government.
There's a national security issue.
There you are.
- Hello, Jack.
- Hey.
I got you a little something. Sort of
a "get your mind off your problems" present.
Thank you. I really love it.
Me, too. I can't understand why
we're not selling more of them though.
You're a good friend, Jack.
Friend? Friend, friend, friend, friend.
Kitty, we are more than friends.
We shared ourselves and everything.
Would you like it
Like it? I would love it.
I've been dreaming about it for five years.
Then let's go back to your cabin.
Huh? Whoa, ho, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
You Antareans may have the market cornered
in sharing, but know nothing about romance.
Kitty, I'm the kind of guy,
I need to have a nice dinner, you know?
A little music, a little candlelight.
I charmingly convince you
to ask me back to your cabin for a nightcap.
And then...
Hop in.
How can you stand this racket?
What are you talking about?
This is a terrific joint.
I haven't heard a word of English
since we walked into the place.
You know something? When you want to,
you do a great impression of an old fart.
Oh, thanks!
Oh, thank you very much.
Oh, whoo-whoo!
I can't wait.
Mmm!
- What is this?
- It's Cuban punch. And it's delicious.
Go ahead, Bernie. You'll probably hate it,
but go ahead. Force yourself.
Uh-huh.
Bernie... Bernie... Oh, my God.
You are a real nutcase.
That's 151-proof rum!
Maybe I was thirsty.
Waitress! Oh, waitress!
This way.
I tell you, this place must be great...
I have no idea what we just ordered.
Is this a ritual commonly practised
before people share themselves?
Oh, yes, absolutely. Absolutely.
See, this is romantic.
You got champagne, ambience, you know.
Gets you in the mood.
Mm, mm-hm, mm-hm, mm-hm.
- Voila. Bon appetit.
- Gracias!
- What is this, Jack?
- Uh...
This is, um... Oh, this is bon appetit.
This is French food.
See, it's terrifique. See, they don't
say "terrific", they say "terrifique".
You OK?
- Jack?
- Hm?
I want to rub this bon appetit
over every inch of your body.
- Really?
- Yes.
Well, let's do it. Let's do it.
We'll get an order to go.
Uh, garcon? Uh, senor?
What did I say? I said something funny?
Oops. I guess that bite
got away from you, huh, honey?
- What's the big idea?
- I'm really enjoying this bon appetit, Jack.
You're having an extraterrestrial
reaction to this.
- Don't be silly. I feel wonderful.
- I think maybe the best thing would be...
- No, Jack.
- Kitty, please.
- No.
- Kitty, listen to me. You gotta trust me.
No. Jack! Jack!
Argh!
Honey, what's the rush?
Don't you want your entree?
Oh, my God!
No, Jack.
I want to share myself with you right now.
Oh... Oh...
Well, I don't know if that's such a good idea
in front of all these nice people.
Whoa, hold it, Kitty. Don't do it.
Not here. Not here.
Kitty, please! Heads up!
Kitty!
Must be something she ate. Huh.
Incoming!
Keep the change!
- I figured out something about you.
- Yeah? What?
Once a person gets past that tight-ass routine
of yours, you're not a bad guy.
No! And I'll tell you something else,
Lefkowitz,
you make me laugh.
Imitation of an owl.
I think you're very pretty.
You do?
Thanks.
- Rose!
- Bernie?
Rosie.
Hey, Bernie.
- What's the matter? You sick?
- This was a mistake. I shouldn't have come.
- Jesus Christ. What are you talking about?
- I can't do this to Rose.
- Bullshit!
Bernie, bullshit!
Your wife is just an excuse, d'you know that?
An excuse so you don't have to go on living.
Well, guess what, buster?
Life goes on.
And if you had any,
if you'll pardon my French, balls,
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