It's My Turn Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1980
- 91 min
- 175 Views
compute the area
and I applied
the right method, but I--
I put the patio
inside the pool.
[LAUGHS]
That wouldn't happen to me now.
I live with a builder.
RITA:
So how is the married man?
KATE:
Rita.
Mom, Kate's friend was divorced
before she met him.
KATE:
Thank you, Gail.
Families.
Did you see
the dedication to, uh--
To Gail
in Lee Carnaby's novel?
No.
Yes. I saw it.
HUNTER:
She was his editor.
MARYANN:
Oh, I loved his last book.
[GUESTS CHATTERING]
[BAND PLAYING SLOW WALTZ MUSIC]
GAIL:
They're playing a waltz.
Thanks for the rescue.
Freudian.
I don't like shrinks.
Neither do I.
Why did you choose it
as a profession?
No, that was your father.
No, that was your father.
My father's a pediatrician.
Your father the pediatrician's
introduction.
My brother-in-law, Jerome,
he's a psychiatrist.
He said,
"Ben, like his father."
The name Ben.
Oh.
Which one is your wife?
Uh, the one you don't see.
She's in Holland.
Good.
Whoa. Excuse me.
Excuse me.
I'm sorry.
You all right?
Fred I think you'd
better find Ginger. I--
You feel sick?
I'm gonna barf all over
my tap shoes.
Take a deep breath. That's it.
Take a deep breath.
That's it.
That's good.
All right.
You still feel nauseous?
Yeah?
Yeah.
Uh...
Okay, let's go for it.
Put two fingers
in the back of your throat,
just let her rip.
I gotcha.
Just watch out for the shoes.
I gotcha.
Mm.
No guts?
Are you all right?
KATE:
Mm-hm.
You sure?
Yeah. Fine.
Oh, I hope you visit us
in Stockbridge.
It's a nice house.
We have a duck pond.
Oh. Well,
I have very little time off,
and when I do,
I try to get to the ocean.
Your father told you that, uh,
he sold the beach house
because of me.
Yeah.
Oh, I understand.
You have a duck pond.
That's wonderful.
Your father's not supposed to
heave that boat around.
I mean,
after his last cardiogram,
not even day sails
if he won't put a motor on.
I know that.
Well, if you and your mother
couldn't, uh--
Couldn't make him do it,
what chance do I have?
So I told him that I, uh--
I would like to live
in Stockbridge
to be near Maryanne
and the children.
That's nice. Nice.
I mean,
for you, that's great.
Be near your grandchildren.
Ha. Kate,
I've raised my children.
I mean, I-- I don't wanna
be an unpaid babysitter
for my grandchildren.
I don't understand.
Jacob will sell
not because
of his last cardiogram,
but because he thinks
that I want to live
in Stockbridge.
It's not a perfect plan.
My son-in-law and I are not
what you'd call devoted.
I mean, he thinks
[LAUGHS]
I guess he's right.
Here I am choosing to live
only a goddamn duck pond
away from him.
[LAUGHS]
I'm not a brilliant young
mathematician who--
Who can do sporadic groups.
I just did
the best I could.
Uh, what color is your dress?
For Sunday?
Blue.
Nice.
Ugh.
Come on.
Ah!
BEN:
I got two
or three stadiums.
You know, you get
those white lights...
So what's it feel like, uh,
not to be playing anymore?
I'm sore every morning.
No one bothered to tell me
this was Ben Lewin.
Who?
Ben Lewin, Kate.
The guy who robbed Reggie
Jackson of his homer in Detroit.
Katie, he's a ball player.
He had an operation
on his shoulder.
He went
but the doctors told him
he had to quit.
[LAUGHS]
BEN:
No, I don't think so.
I think I'm--
So you think you're going
to be a manager or--
Are you okay?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I almost didn't recognize
you with that beard.
Yeah. It's only about
three months old
you know?
Classic case
of compensatory displacement.
[MOUTHS]
The beard.
I better get back to the party.
Nice talking to you.
Nice talking to you.
See you later.
Bye-bye.
Ben's father encouraged him
to go after sports
in order to get into
medical school.
The sports thing
was a means to an end,
but Ben missed the point.
[SIGHS]
Jerome, why don't you
grab a little bench?
Speak English, Ben.
Man talk.
Jacob, may I have the pleasure
for a little dance?
Why not?
Thank you. Mama, come on.
KATE:
Wanna dance with me, Daddy?
How's you life?
Nice to see you.
It's fine. Good.
Yeah?
I'm working a lot.
[EMMA LAUGHS]
We're not embarrassing you,
are we?
How does my hair look?
[LAUGHS]
Well, you could use
a little trim, maybe.
Don't cut it too short,
though.
Just a little bit.
Well, you know how I feel
about barbers.
Haven't had a decent
haircut in two years.
Lovely. Yes.
See you tomorrow, Ben.
Oh, it was so much fun.
Listen, why don't
I come home with you?
I don't have to stay
in the hotel.
Well, honey, I wish you would
have mentioned something before.
I'll walk you home.
We can go for a nightcap.
Uh, wait, how's he gonna
get home then?
Well, I'll tell
I forgot my glasses.
Goodnight, Mom.
See you later, all right?
Bye-bye, Jacob.
Goodnight, Emma.
Bye, Dad.
Do you find it weird,
thinking about our parents
sleeping together?
You know, actually,
I really don't know very much
about your work.
Baseball.
I have a friend,
though, in Chicago--
Is that the married man?
Are you a celebrity?
I mean, it's really
wasted on me.
Do people come up to you?
Occasionally, yes,
in airport urinals.
What is it that
they recognize?
My oversized wrists.
You want a piece of gum?
You know,
Homer isn't married.
Excuse me,
did you say Homer?
Wait a minute. Homer?
Yeah.
You know, I may be
offered this job in New York,
and, uh, he can't move.
That's Homer can't? Yeah.
Homer.
We have problems.
You know,
modern problems.
What are you doing
these days?
I'm trying to be
a very sincere speaker.
No, actually I speak
at father-sons breakfasts.
Little League.
Talk about sportsmanship,
discipline,
Boy Scouts, you know.
Got any gigs for me
in Chicago? I'm available.
KATE:
Maybe Homer can book you
with some senior citizens.
Well, I'm your man.
Oh, I forgot, I gotta
call Chicago tonight.
Any messages
for Gunzinger, please?
CLERK:
Just a minute, ma'am,
I'll check.
No, ma'am,
nothing for you.
Thanks.
Uh-oh...
Oh.
BEN:
Hm.
Well, we can always
order room service.
Oh!
Look.
All right.
Ping pong.
I am a Picasso in ping pong.
[SIGHS]
Wanna warm up?
No.
Let's just play.
Just play? You wanna serve?
You can serve.
I can serve?
Sure.
I haven't played for a while.
Really? One-nothing.
Oh, I'm usually
so good at this game.
Is this a regulation table?
All right, it's 2-nothing.
These clothes are so tight.
It's hard to move your arm.
That's 3-nothing.
I can count.
Oh!
Goddamn it!
Four-nothing.
Yeah.
Oversized wrists.
What about darts?
Are you some kind of demon
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"It's My Turn" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 5 Nov. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/it's_my_turn_11058>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In