Love Letters Page #5
- Year:
- 1999
- 100 min
- 1,912 Views
...but here they are, and I hope
they say "cheer up."
-I'll put them in her room.
-Thank you.
Hey.
I brought you some flowers.
Did you see them?
Do you like them? Do you like me?
Thank you, Andy.
Thank you for coming
all the way up here.
-How are you doing?
-I'm fine.
Actually, I'm not. It's costing me $550
a day to learn to stop saying that I am.
-How can I help?
-You can't.
I became slightly too dependent
on the old Kickapoo Joy Juice.
A habit which they tell me
I picked up back in the Land of Oz.
Oh, Melissa.
I've got no one to blame but myself.
A fact which makes me slide
into these terrible lows.
Mom says I drag everybody down.
I guess she's right.
You don't drag me down.
You're sweet.
tell that to Darwin.
He took over custody of the girls.
-Oh, God.
-Here I am, popping tranquilizers...
...talking my head off
in single and group sessions...
...becoming one of the biggest
bores in the Boston area.
Have you thought
about painting again?
-I've thought about it.
-You were good, and you know it.
-You should keep it up.
-Maybe I will. I'll channel my rage.
Enlarge my vision. All that.
-How about you?
-You know, life goes on.
Does it? I'd forgotten.
I'm doing a lot of corporation law.
-Do you like it?
-Not enough.
I'm seriously thinking
of getting into politics.
Oh, my.
At a local level.
State legislature maybe.
You'll win. You always do.
-Thanks.
-And how about...?
Wait.
It's sloshing around in the cellar
Got it.
How about Jane?
Oh, she's fine.
Fine? That's a dirty word
around here.
She's pregnant, actually.
-Does she barf before breakfast?
-She does.
tell her welcome to the club.
It's time for your medication, Melissa.
You'd better go, Andy.
These things, they make me
soggy and hard to light.
-Well, that's okay.
-I'd bore the pants off you.
-Never.
-Just go, Andy.
You were wonderful
to come, but please....
Please, just don't
come back here again.
I don't like being seen like this,
least of all by you, so....
Please.
Okay.
Merry Christmas from Andy
and Jane Ladd and Andrew IV.
Greetings from Egypt. I'm trying to
start again in the cradle of civilization.
Seasons greetings
from the Ladd family.
Mother wrote you were planning
to marry again?
I was. I did. I'm not now.
Donner, Rhodes and McCalister...
...announce the partnership
of Mr. Andrew M. Ladd III.
Merry Christmas from San Antonio.
I can see the most incredible shapes
from my bedroom window.
And there's a pretty incredible
shape now sleeping in my bed.
I'm planning to run for Congress.
What do you think?
Go for it. I'm thinking
of moving to Los Angeles.
Do you know anyone in Los Angeles?
Does anyone know anyone there?
Joy to the world from all the Ladds:
Andy, Jane, Drew, Nicholas and Ted.
Remind me to send a check
to Planned Parenthood.
Andy and Jane Ladd and family
have moved to....
Merry Christmas.
Hey, you, what's going on?
Just when I move to New York,
you've scampered off to the suburbs.
-I find the suburbs generally safer.
-Chicken.
-You're right.
-Congratulations on your election...
...Congressman Ladd.
Too bad you're a Republican.
I love all politicians...
...but I find Democrats
are better in bed.
I'm a liberal Republican with
a strong position on women's rights.
Doesn't that count?
I suppose it depends
on your position.
Paintings and drawings
by Melissa Gardner.
The Hastings Gallery,
88 Prince Street.
Opening reception,
March 20th, 6 to 8 p.m.
Note I've gone back
to my maiden name. That's a laugh.
I'd love to have one of your paintings.
We could use a little excitement
on our living-room walls.
-What would one cost?
-Come to the show and find out.
I never made your show.
Sorry, things came up.
Chicken again.
You're right again.
Actually, it's just as well.
I'm going through
what the critics call an...
...anarchistic phase.
They say I'm dancing
on the edge of an abyss.
You better stay away. I might
take you with me when I fall.
You better stay away. I might
take you with me when I fall.
Dear friends,
Jane tells me it's my turn...
...to write the annual
Christmas letter, so here goes.
Let's start at the top
with our quarterback, Jane herself.
Not only has she been
a superb mother to our three sons...
...but she now studies environmental
law at the university...
...three evenings a week.
More power to Jane, so say we all.
We're also proud of all three boys.
Drew is captain of his Little League
team and excels at soccer as well.
Nicholas is the top reader
in his class, while young Teddy...
...already plays clarinet in the school
band at Dickinson Country Day.
I've enjoyed very much
serving in Congress.
All my life, it's been my wish to do
something in public service.
And it's been with great pleasure
I put that wish into practice.
Jane and the boys join me
in wishing each and all of you...
...a happy holiday season.
-Are you finished?
-Why?
Dear Andy:
If I ever get another one of those
drippy, xeroxed Christmas letters...
...I think I'll invite myself out
to your ducky little house for dinner.
And while you're sitting there,
eating terribly healthy food...
...and discussing important things...
...and congratulating yourselves
on your accomplishments...
...I think I'll stand up on my chair...
...turn around and moon
your whole freaking family.
You're right. I apologize
for my annual Christmas letter.
Jane normally writes them, and
they sound better coming from her.
From here on in, I'll have to
stick to writing letters just to you.
As far as my family's concerned,
we try to keep our heads above water.
Jane and I took a trip
to deal with our problems...
...and the boys, for the moment,
are out of trouble.
I'm thinking of running for the
Senate this fall if O'Hara retires.
Senate, yet.
I don't know, Andy.
Haven't you heard?
It's no longer all boys.
By the way, start writing
care of my office.
Jane gets a little upset
when she sees your letters.
-Did you lose a molar last night?
-No. Why?
The tooth fairy just dropped that on
my desk. Note the number of zeros.
Good God, this is almost illegal.
It's a cashier's check,
so it won't bounce.
-There's no note or anything?
-Just this.
Melissa!
Hold up, Melissa, please.
-What's--? What's the story?
-I'm avoiding you.
-Is this guy bothering you?
-Don't I wish.
Well, why didn't you
at least say hello?
I knew if we met,
we'd end up having coffee...
...in some New York-y joint,
and I'd have to fill you in on my life.
I go to an exercise class,
where I concentrate on my thighs...
...and I'm dating a younger man,
named Jean-Pierre...
...who concentrates on them too.
And I'm drinking again.
No, wait.
White wine only. Only after 6.
I give scads of money
to anyone who asks...
...so they butter me up
at benefits.
And what's wrong with that?
Nothing.
-Except I hate it.
-You look too good to be hating it.
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
"Love Letters" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 22 Dec. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/love_letters_12940>.
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