Interiors Page #7
- PG
- Year:
- 1978
- 92 min
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very impressive person.
I think you have very impressive feet.
And I happen to think you're very drunk.
Come on. Not yet.
Yes. Thank you.
We are gathered together here,
in the presence of this company,
to join this man and this woman
in the bonds of matrimony.
Arthur, will you have this
woman as your wedded wife,
to live together in the ordinances
and the state of matrimony?
Will you love her, comfort
her, honor and keep her,
in sickness and in health,
and forsaking all others,
keep you only unto her
so long as you both do live?
I will.
Pearl, will you have this
man as your wedded husband,
to live together in the ordinances
and the state of matrimony?
Will you love him, comfort
him, honor and keep him,
in sickness and in health,
and forsaking all others,
keep you only unto him
so long as you both do live?
I will.
Inasmuch as Arthur and Pearl
have consented together in wedlock,
and have witnessed the same
before this company,
and thereto have pledged, each to the other,
and have declared the same
by joining of hands,
I, in accordance with the authority
vested in me by the State of New York
pronounce that they are husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
Well, Arthur, friends...
Congratulations.
Jesus, I don't think I've ever
seen him dance before in his life.
Okay, don't forget.
Let me get you some champagne.
Come on, baby.
My!
Jesus Christ! Be careful!
- You've had too much to drink.
- I'm not drunk.
Just because I don't act like an animal.
That's enough.
Please, just leave me alone!
What?
Frederick, you're drunk.
Come on. You're always flirting with me.
No.
Yes.
You flirt. You like to be looked at.
Otherwise you don't exist,
except in somebody else's eyes.
Stop it, Frederick. You're drunk.
No, I'm celebrating.
You've got a new mother. She's a hot number.
Can't you feel the heat?
Come on.
It's been a long time since I made love
to a woman I didn't feel inferior to.
Or am I being tactless?
Mother?
Is that you?
You shouldn't be here.
Not tonight.
I'll take you home.
You look so strange and tired.
I feel like we're in a dream together.
Please don't look so sad.
It makes me feel so guilty.
I'm so consumed with guilt.
It's ironic,
because
I've cared for you so,
and you have nothing but disdain for me,
and yet I feel guilty.
I think you're
really too perfect
to live in this world.
I mean, all the
beautifully furnished rooms,
carefully designed interiors,
everything so controlled.
There wasn't any room for
any real feelings.
None.
Between any of us.
Except Renata,
who never gave you the time of day.
You worship Renata.
You worship talent.
Well, what happens to those
of us who can't create?
What do we do? What do I do when I'm
overwhelmed with feelings about life?
How do I get them out?
I feel such rage toward you!
Mother,
don't you see?
You're
not just a sick woman.
That would be too easy.
The truth is,
there's been perverseness,
and willfulness of attitude
in many of the things you've done.
At the center of a sick psyche,
there is a sick spirit.
But I love you.
And we have no other choice
but to forgive each other.
Are you talking to someone?
Yes.
Mother?
- Yes?
- What?
You said "Mother," and I said "Yes."
Mother?
Mother!
Mother!
After the funeral service
we all returned to the beach house.
I couldn't help experiencing
some very nostalgic memories.
Naturally, of my mother,
and pleasantly, of the few
warmer moments we'd known.
I recalled how beautiful she was,
dressing to go out for the
evening with my father,
and of how Renata looked up to her
and how Flyn was so impressed as a tiny girl
when Mother decorated a Christmas tree.
I felt compelled
They seemed very powerful to me.
The water's so calm.
Yes.
It's very peaceful.
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