Intolerable Cruelty Page #5

that calculating woman?

I introduced her...

to that silly man.

Your Honor, objection.!

Let the record show that the baron

has identified Rex Rexroth as the silly man!

I did it! It was I!

I introduced her to that silly man!

- You son of a b*tch!

- The red-faced angry one. I introduced them!

Absolument!

I did it.! It was I.!

I just love trains!

I love trains!

If you please, sir!

I'm not sick.!

You're the one who's sick.!

No...

If you please...

Not the larynx!

Objection, Your Honor!

Strangling the witness!

I'm going to allow it.

Well, I think it stinks.

They left you with nothing.

Makes you wonder about

the entire legal system,

like Rodney what's-his-name.

They bought

Massey's argument.

If I lied or cheated and

was with Rex only for his money,

then he shouldn't have to

give me any.

Well, that makes no sense.

Why else would you put in all those years?

Oooh!

Are you all right, Sarah?

Yeah. Wh-What is it?

Peptic ulcer.

I have medication, but I can't take it

before elective surgery.

You shouldn't be

living here alone, Sarah.

My goddamn husbands

gave me the ulcer.

But a bottle of Bromo

can't love you back.

Yeah.

It's a catch-22.

I have to admit,

I don't like living alone.

I mean, do I need 46 rooms?

You could see people.

It's risky. Palimony.

Son of a b*tch Marvin Mitchelson.

I'm telling you, honey, getting laid

is financial Russian roulette.

Maybe I shouldjust tear it all down,

build a cottage.

More landscaping.

Well, with my money,

I can't afford to be fooling around.

Besides, I have you.

It'll be fun...

just the girls.

Well, thanks, Sarah, but I can't

sleep on your couch forever.

I'm going to marry again,

nail the guy's ass good.

And this time

there'll be no Puffy von Espy.

Knock knock.

Excuse me. Mr. Donaly?

Mr. Donaly?

Mr. Donaly, excuse me.

You are Donovan Donaly?

I'm in a meeting.

Mr. Donaly.

I need a name.

And, of course, we will have to litigate.

Sentence, paragraph.

Naturally, the first concern

for both parties...

is the welfare

of little WendellJunior.

Nevertheless, we do question whether the

continuing expenses for his special ed classes...

are truly justified,

given the great strides...

Mr. Massey,

the senior partner would like to see you.

Herb wants to see me?

If you have a moment.

Fourteen summary judgments sought.

Thirteen granted.

Eighteen movements to void

for respondent's prejudice.

Eighteen granted.

Twelve court days on

the Rexroth case alone.

at full attorney rate.

Eighty-five lunches charged.

Counselor...

you are the engine...

that drives this firm.

Mr. Massey?

Please, no calls.

I'm feeling... a little fragile.

I'm sorry, Mr. Massey, but I felt certain you'd

want to know Marylin Rexroth wants to see you.

Marylin... Uh, uh, uh, w...

Uh, when did she, uh...

She's here now.

Is she armed?

Give me a minute.

Marylin.

How nice of you to...

Marylin?

Shame on you.

Marylin.

What a lovely surprise.

Marylin, what a pl...

- Who the hell are you?

- Hello, Miles.

So nice of you to see us.

May I introduce Howard D. Doyle

of Doyle Oil.

I'm goddamn pleased

to meet you.

Marylin here, she says you're the best.

Says you're aces.

Well, thank you, Mr., uh...

Uh, any... any relation to

John D. Doyle of Doyle Oil?

Oh, you must be talkin' about Grandpa John.

My papa's John D. too.

The Deuce, we called him.

You know, kinda the rebel of the family.

But they knocked off that whole John D. routine

when they christened Yours Truly.

Grandpa nearly had a stroke.

He did have a stroke, but that was later,

during the labor activity in '52.

The government stepped in.

Mm-hmm. Uh...

They called it mediation.

Well...

He called it

incipient communism.

Of course, that's when

he had his stroke.

Golly, the whole left side of his body

is as useless as tits on a boar hog.

He lingered in a vegetative state for years...

Well, that is fascinating, Mr. Doyle.

What say we have a seat?

A seat?

Marylin's had me runnin'

up and down Rodeo Drive all day long.

Kinda hit-and-run shoppin', you know.

Take no prisoners.

Forced march kind of thing.

My God, my dogs are barkin'.

We started out at this li'I oI' place right off

of Wilshire... It's been quite a day.

Had pewter things.

But anyway, Miles, I know you're busy and you charge

by the hour, so I'll get straight to the point.

Howard D. and I

are planning to marry.

Well...

Well, I suppose that congratulations are in order.

Well, thank you, Miles.

You know, the urge to wedlock and form a lastin' monogamous

bond sanctified by ritual, it's pert-near universal.

As a matter of fact, it might be of some

interest to you, bein' in a related business...

Even your indigenous Americans...

Uh, I believe it was your Cree... used to...

Howard and I are here because I've learned,

through bitter experience,

that when it comes to matrimony and law,

you are the very best.

And as you are well aware,

my previous marriage...

ended in an unjustified stain...

upon my reputation.

My motives were impugned.

I was slandered in court.

I was painted a harlot.

Oh, honey, you ain't no harlot.

Oh, yes, honey.

So it's my desire to remove

any trace of suspicion...

from the mind of my

dear Howard Doyle.

Oh, honey, come on, now.

I wish to execute a

prenuptial agreement.

And I'm dead-set against it.

I mean, just anti the whole deal.

Howard's lawyers prefer it.

I insist upon it.

Oh, damn lawyers. Uh, no offense to the

present company or anything, you know.

Now, is it my understanding that the Massey

prenup has never been penetrated?

That is correct.

Not to blow my own horn, but they devote

an entire semester to it at Harvard Law.

They got a hell of a school up there,

ain't no doubt about it.

We donated that Doyle building up there here a while back.

Mm-hmm.

Now, I myself went to Texas A&M.

I'm an Aggie.

- Business?

- Tight end.

And I had a fair amount of success

against the split-T defense.

See, when they line up

symmetrical thataway,

it allows me to buttonhook and, you know, do a

down-and-in, up-and-out and different things...

post pattern every now and then.

Your tight ends don't

generally run a post.

But if the QB calls it,

hell, I'm ready.

Interrupt for a second?

Yeah.

I wanna make sure that you both understand...

what it is you're asking.

The Massey prenup provides that in the

event of a dissolution of the marriage,

for any reason,

both parties will leave it with what

they brought in... and earned during.

No one can profit

from the marriage.

The prenup protects

the wealthier party.

Without it, that party is exposed,

a sitting duck.

Not a hell of a lot

of romance in that.

No, sir, there is not.

No romance.

More to the point,

no wriggle room.

So, are we sure...

that this is what we want?

Absolutely.

It's my gift to Howard,

for his peace of mind,

whether or not he's worried

about it at this moment.

Oh, honey pie,

do I look worried?

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