I Love You, Alice B. Toklas!
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- 1968
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Flower in the crannied wall
I pluck you out of the crannies
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand
Little flower...
But if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all
I should know what God and man is.
- Beautiful. Is that Ginsberg?
- No, Tennyson.
But if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all
I should know what God and man is.
So to know God, to know man...
...you first have to know
what a flower is.
A flower.
But how can you know
what a flower is...
...unless you know who you are?
Who are you?
Do you know who you are?
We must find a way...
...to send our love messages
to them...
...before it's too late.
We must turn them on to love.
Send them love flowers.
Turn them into love junkies.
We must hug and kiss them
in the streets...
... in their houses, in their offices,
in their minds.
Harold.
Do you know
what happened this time?
- What?
Like in Hemingway.
Did the earth move for you?
No, I don't think so.
I didn't satisfy you?
It was just that the earth
didn't move this time, that's all.
But it has moved in the past?
Oh, Joyce, you know,
many times, many times.
- When?
- Well...
You know, a couple
of weeks ago, it moved.
We must psychedelicize
their impoverished dreams.
Teach them how to live again.
Make them stop playing
the ego game.
Teach them how to die
so that they can be born again.
So that they can become
a flower again.
Harold?
I have a little tickle right now, yeah.
Harold?
- Do you wanna get married or not?
- Sure.
Well, then let's name a date.
I gave you an area.
An area is certainly not a date.
I know what an area is,
and I know what a date is...
...and an area is not a date.
- All right.
- I'll tell you something.
You've given me
enough areas in my life...
...but I have yet
to get a date from you.
I know from areas,
but what I want is a date.
Okay, when do you wanna
get married?
How about Thanksgiving?
Hey, look at that.
- What is that?
- Somebody...
Whose car is that?
I'm pinned in here. I can't get out.
Oh, my goodness.
Who would do a dumb thing like that?
- Well, that's stupid.
- Terrible.
You could maybe try to get out,
do you think, Harold?
- Harold?
- Help me back up.
- Sure, I will, darling.
You know, Harold, my parents
were married on Thanksgiving.
I thought maybe
it would make them happy...
...if we had the same anniversary.
Go right, Harold. Try to go right.
- Yeah, okay.
- Turn to the right.
- Gee, I don't think you're gonna make it.
- I'll try.
- Well, try. Yes.
- Well, I can get right up close to it.
All right, keep going to the right.
- What?
- Harold, come on, now.
You're gonna hit that car.
Where is that son of a b*tch?
Look at that. I'm pinned in.
Harold, what about Thanksgiving?
- For what?
- For what? For our wedding.
Can you imagine somebody...
...leaving a car like that
in a situation like this?
Boy, that is really smart.
Boy, that is really a clever way
to change the subject.
Don't be paranoid, Joyce.
I didn't make this situation.
Are you crazy or something?
Take me home.
- Oh, that's great. That's great.
- What?
I'm pinned in. I can't move.
Take her home. Where are you?
Harold, you could move
if you wanted to move...
...because man is the master
of his own existence.
You're afraid.
You are afraid to move, Harold.
Now, look, Harold.
Harold, I have made
my commitment to you.
I have given you my mind...
...and my body.
Joyce.
I am 33 years old. Now, that's not
an easy thing for me to say.
Will you please stop talking
for just one minute?
- Help me push this car out of the way.
- I just wanna know one thing, Harold.
- One thing, is all I wanna know.
- What?
Am I going to be your wife, or am I
going to continue to be your concubine?
- Don't give me that concubine stuff.
- It's all right.
- What is it going to be?
- You think I'm an Arab or something?
That's funny. Just to be funny now.
I'm asking you to answer my question.
Harold, you give me
an answer now or it's over.
Will you just help me?
Otherwise, we're gonna be
stuck here.
Self. You always think of yourself.
- I'm helping you now.
- You're not helping me.
- Put your hand behind...
- I had my hand here.
- What do you want me to do?
- When I tell you, push.
- Now, push when I say push.
- I'm doing that.
Now, I'm releasing the hand brake.
Now, push.
For what?
For getting married.
Harold!
Oh, Harold!
Oh, Harold!
We're getting married. Labor Day?
You happy?
- Are you happy?
- Yeah, yeah.
I can let you use this
until we fix you up.
- You sure this is all you have?
- Yep. Belongs to my kid.
He was supposed
to take the night shift.
Big shot ran off to San Francisco
with a colored girl.
My wife's going crazy.
But, I mean,
I have to go to my office.
I have to go to court tomorrow.
I'm sorry,
that's all I've got, Mr. Fine.
And then suddenly,
tonight it all fell into place.
And he was...
He was like a man, Mama.
You know what I mean?
He was a man
who knew what he wanted.
Look, relax, she'll run fine.
- She'll run fine, don't worry about it.
- Yeah.
And jiggle the key when you get in.
- Harold, my mother is hysterical.
- Yeah?
What kind of a car is this?
It's all they have.
What? Are you telling me
that this is all that you have?
- I'm sorry. That's all we've got.
- Harold, come on, this is ridiculous.
It's only for two days, Joyce.
Well, you live long enough,
you see everything.
- Listen, Harold...
- Make sure you have my car soon.
- Leave that to me.
- Maybe we can get her to cater a dinner.
She may smoke a little,
I was thinking
maybe a wedding breakfast.
You know, like Marilyn Bachrach had.
Good morning, Mr. Fine.
- Hiya, Harold.
- Good morning, Murray.
Hey, I finally beat Jerry Ritzlin, 7-5.
My serve is starting to work for me.
And my elbow doesn't hurt anymore,
which means I am now hitting it right.
You know I was serving
with a bent elbow?
That's what screwed me up.
But now... coming straight over.
You okay, kid?
I'm fine.
- No, I'm okay.
- You've got that look.
What look?
You know, when you get fakakta.
Joyce and I
are getting married Labor Day.
That's great. That is just great.
The right move?
You should've done it two years ago.
Labor Day, huh? No harm.
You are getting
Good morning, Mr. Burns.
Good morning, Mr. Fine.
Good morning.
Come here, you beautiful creature.
Oh, Murray.
before the wedding.
Oh, he told you. He told you.
- Half a cup of black, Joycie.
- Alrighty.
- Are the Rodriguezes here?
- They're in the other office.
- All right.
- Could I see you for a minute?
Would you prepare the Rodriguez file,
please, Joyce.
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