Head of the Family Page #6
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- Year:
- 1996
- 82 min
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I mean, I am mostly intellect
but you see I am
a man whose will--
I just want to be
close to you, honey.
No one has ever said
that to me before, oh.
Your not-- your not talking
advantage of me, are you?
Oh, Lorretta this
is revolting.
Shut up.
Well, Myron honey, I
never take advantage.
I'm just-- just-- just
expressing my true feelings.
Enough, and you have
no ulterior motive?
Motive?
Oh no, no, not at all.
I just want to be yours forever.
Well, Lorretta.
You are without a doubt
extremely entertaining. [laughs]
I can't exactly say what it
is that you do but I can see
that you do it very well.
Unfortunately, I'm just too
busy with my ongoing plans
for world domination
and all to--
to take time out for romance.
No darling, I'm afraid
it'll just have
to be death by torturous plan.
Now, hold on, please,
just give me chance.
I can make you happy.
You're my dream boat, just
let me give you a little hug.
You'll have to
excuse me, Mr. Bogen.
I have preparations to
make for the performance.
[Inaudible] up to a little
cultural activity, Mr. Bogen?
All right, so what
is this place,
home movie theater or something?
No, it isn't a
home movie theater.
Once in my great
grandfather's time,
a family would enjoy
dramatic presentations here.
Sometimes actors were brought
in for private performances
as if for royalty.
You might be interested
to know that in 1859,
John Wilkes Booth performed
Hamlet on this very stage.
Is that before or
after he shot Lincoln?
Before, you idiot.
He was shot afterward.
Oh, yeah.
I guess that make sense?
No doubt.
Over the years, I have tried
to recapture a tiny fragment
of that long lost grace staging
my own humble theatricals here
on this stage.
Mr. Bogen, are you perhaps
familiar with Joan of Arc?
Huh?
Joan of Arc.
Does the name strike
a responsive cord?
Oh, yeah, yeah,
Ingrid Bergman, right?
She was a nurse or something.
Well, a saint or satanist,
depending on whom you believe.
I find her a fascinating
figure, a saint,
madwoman, warrior, visionary.
[Laughs] Oh, who you have
as the cast, Otis and Wheeler?
Oh, no, no, no.
Their brains of too
deeply submerged to be able
through them myself
that I should have no doubt
seeing the results are rather
limited and now I turn to
my patients for the cast.
Do you mean those guys
[inaudible] intercom?
Oh, some of them are
perfectly hopeless as actors
of course, the violent ones
or the catatonic ones although
at least they can carry
spears, but you'd be amazed.
Some of their performances
with the proper rehearsal
and motivation can
be quite moving.
Of course, I have recently
suffered a significant setback.
Oh, now, I'm supposed to ask
what your setback is, right?
My lead actress, my Joan
has recently lost the power
of coherent speech.
She just says, "Snow"
over and over again.
I have no idea why.
Maybe she used to
be a weather girl.
No, that's not it.
The point is I have no
Joan but thanks to you,
I now have a unique opportunity.
How so?
By the delightful
Mrs. Oates, of course.
She is going to be my
Joan for a one time only,
never to be forgotten
performance featuring a
climatic, burning at the
stake that will no doubt
from startling in its realism.
You son of a--
Tell me the name
of the second lawyer.
Go to hell.
I hope you do
realize, of course,
that the more you resist,
You're going to torture
me no matter what I tell you.
So you can not only go to hell,
you can go f*** yourself if you,
in fact, have a dick
to f*** yourself with.
Well, I have to admit
you talk a good game.
Now, we are going to see
what you are really made of.
Let the play begin.
Avant,
attend and hear the tale
of the gallant made of
[inaudible], Gallant Joan chosen
by God, betrayed by man, fly
on wings imaginary to our scene
of justice most tragic.
Witness the burning of an angel
in a market place of Rome.
Bring forth the accused,
the witch of Orleans.
Aww--
Here, you kneel, wicked girl
before the authority of man
and of God, what speak you.
Huh?
[Noise] Aww.
Kindly read the
lines, Mrs. Oates.
We are striving for
some fragment
The lines.
[Noise] Aww.
All right, all right.
Page 1, please.
Oh, man and God
would speak you--
what shall I say to you who
are wrapped in the royal robes
of England, sworn
enemy of France.
Speak simply girl,
but before God's
chosen officers.
Answer for the crimes of
heresy and of witchcraft.
Confess them harlot.
Yeah [noise], aaw.
What-- I'm trying
to find my line.
What shall I confess, who have
but followed God's ordin--
ordin off-- ordin in.
[Noise] Aaw.
Ordinances.
Ordinances.
Of what things do you fear to
tell of your speech with Satan?
Of his tempting of the
covenant of 13 which you led
against your rightful king.
I know no rightful king,
save my own King of
France Charles Vi.
[Noise] Aww-- what?
I am reading it.
Its not Vi, it's V-I-I,
roman numeral VII,
Charles the Seventh.
Continue.
Lance, this is
all your fault.
[Noise] Aww.
Okay, okay Charles the VII.
And I know nothing
of [inaudible]
or intercourse with Satan.
I do as my God commands.
How do you like it so far?
job acting than Lorretta.
Don't worry, I'm sure
she'll get into that spirit
of it as the drama unfolds.
Enough of thy blasphemies
daughter of Satan.
By the word of the rightful
king, I order thee bound
to the post of repentance.
No, no.
See citizens of Rouen,
behold the price of a witch,
daughter of Satan confess.
I pray thee and save thy soul.
F*** off.
[Noise] Aww.
Hold it steady half-brain.
Oh, noble sir, I am but a simple
country maid-- oh, geez Louise.
Lance! God damn it, tell
him the name of the lawyer.
I'm sorry honey, that's
my only bargain and chip.
Hang in there, hang in there?
I ought to kill you,
you son of a b*tch.
Oh, Jimmy f***ing
cricket, now what?
Lance! [Noise] Aww.
Country maid, simple
country maid.
My soul is God's and his angels
will welcome me to paradise.
He knows the secrets
of my heart as no man--
hold it steady-- ever shall.
me, my face shall not fail.
Though flame shall consume
me-- holy sh*t, Lance.
Mr. Bogen, as you can see
we are rapidly approaching the
climax of our little
dramatic tableau,
tell me the name of
the second lawyer.
You ain't no starting
no fire in that stage,
you'll burn your
whole house down.
Your concern for my residence
is touching but don't you worry.
I've taken every precaution
to fireproof the stage.
Then [inaudible] move the
smoke, Helen extinguishes,
will remove the flames
after the play is over.
Nothing will be permanently
damaged
with the exception
of Mrs. Oates.
Oh God, Lance,
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