Love Story Page #4

The school only pays me 3,000 a year.

- Why?

- Because my name is Mrs Barrett.

- Couldn't you be Miss Cavilleri?

- Then I'd be the Queen of Paris.

It's a bargain.

Four rooms for 82.50 a month

is impossible this side of Mongolia.

But this is the Mongolian section

of Cambridge.

Gee...

I have to admit that

it's even worse than I expected.

- Yeah, but it's home.

- Yeah.

- Well?

- Well what?

- Carry me over the threshold.

- Do you believe that nonsense?

- Carry me and I'll tell you.

- We're at the top floor!

OK, I'll be a young

and beautiful divorcee.

Hey, what is this, Barrett?

I'll tell you after we cross the threshold.

- This is not a threshold.

- Our name is there.

It's not an official threshold.

Upstairs, you preppy!

- Why are you so heavy?

- I might be pregnant.

- Are you?

- Scared you, didn't I?

- No, I...

- Don't bullshit me.

For a second I clutched.

Is this the official threshold?

- What do think?

- If you don't say yes...

Yes!

- Where's Barrett?

- Where are the kids?

Asleep, thank God. It's siesta time.

I've got 45 minutes.

That's more than they give me.

Damn it!

- What's wrong with this engine?

- You're a Harvard Magna.

- Not in mechanics.

- Welcome to the world, preppy.

- Listen, Cavilleri...

- The name's Barrett, Barrett.

Sometimes you are really a b*tch.

- How are they treating you?

- Fine, except for one brat.

He'll be breaking and entering

before 10.

- What now?

- He tried to pinch me.

- I don't blame him.

- Next time, I'll wallop him.

Not until you get his parents' tip.

Damn it!

- Let's get out of here.

- Don't touch me.

- What a thing to say to your husband!

- Wash. You can touch me afterwards.

I had another salary hassle today

with Miss Anne Miller Whitman.

- I hope you laid it on thick this time.

- I told her I was proud to work for them.

I said, "Even Barretts

have to pay their rent. "

- To which she retorted...

- "Ho, ho, ho!"

- Define "Ho, ho, ho".

- 3,500 for the year.

Ridiculous!

Would you like to support me while I

take courses to teach in public school?

- Would you please say something?

- Ho, ho, ho.

- I thought you'd call after the meeting.

- I wanted you to study.

- Have you eaten?

- I waited for you.

- You're a growing boy.

- Not anymore.

Yes, in the mind.

Did you check the mail?

Just one second.

This is a crucial precedent.

- Did you check the mail?

- No. Anything vital?

- We are cordially invited...

- ... to pay the light bill.

To a dinner.

Your father's 60th birthday.

- Did you hear me?

- Yes.

RSVP.

- You even have to ask?

- It's about time.

- For what?

- You know.

Does he have to crawl here?

He's reaching out.

My mother addressed it.

Think. 60 years old. Maybe he won't

be around for a reconciliation.

There won't be one.

- Oliver V will bug you...

- He won't be called that!

He can be called Bozo. He'll still

resent you for being a Harvard jock!

- You'll be on the Supreme Court...

- He won't resent me!

- Why not?

- Because I...

Your father loves you

like you'll love Bozo,

but you Barretts are so proud that you'll

always think you hate each other.

If it weren't for you?

The case is closed!

- There's still the RSVP.

- I think you can handle it.

I have never deliberately hurt anyone,

and I don't think I could.

Jennifer!

Just answer no.

- OK. What's the number?

- Can't you write a note?

I'll lose my nerve.

What's the number?

338-3434, and dial 1 first.

Good evening, this is Jennifer Barrett.

Mr Barrett! Good evening, sir.

Fine, thank you.

Yes, we did. That's why I'm calling.

I'm terribly sorry,

I mean we're terribly sorry,

but... no we can't.

I'm sorry.

Oliver, please talk to him.

Just say hello.

- I will never talk to him.

- Can't you do it for me?

I've never asked you to do anything

in my whole life. Just for me.

No.

You're a heartless bastard.

Mr Barrett?

Oliver would like you to know,

that in his own special way,

he loves you very much.

Get the hell out of my life!

I forgot my key.

Jenny, I'm sorry.

Don't.

Love means

never having to say you're sorry.

Concentrate on blending

and stop showing off your voice.

But I wasn't!

- No bullshit. You were showing off.

- Sorry, Jenny.

One last time and this time

I want crisp diction.

Wow! That was really

incredibly, absolutely...

...not bad.

- Tomorrow at 8.30, OK?

- OK. Bye, Jenny.

Well, Barrett,

what brings you to church?

The saloons closed early.

Did you get us a tree?

Don't worry about it.

We'll get one on the way home.

What are you doing New Year's Eve?

Sleeping.

I thought you'd want

to spend it with me.

What are you doing?

Sleeping.

Some day, we'll look back

on these days...

The sooner, the better.

Go!

Jennifer, come here!

Jennifer, come here!

What? Come on!

Start it over again.

- What is it?

- I have something important to tell you.

- Couldn't you tell me over there?

- No, I want to be alone with you.

Fantastic news. Here, read.

Harvard Law School?

You got kicked out.

Read it, will you?

It's great news.

- You were first in the class?

- Not quite. Third.

- Only third, huh?

- That means I make the Law Review.

Say something, please.

Not until I've met

numbers one and two.

And the William DeJersey Memorial

Award for the finest senior essay to...

...Oliver Barrett IV.

- On your feet.

- How much?

500 big ones!

Holy sh*t!

- Get up! Come on!

- Quiet!

The Jennifer Barrett Maternity Award!

- It was a good apartment for 80 bucks.

- Now our garage will cost that.

- Why have a car in New York?

- House calls, Jenny.

Lawyers for Jonas and Marsh

don't make house calls.

- Yes, to Mr Jonas and Mr Marsh.

- You can walk there.

- Rich people ride.

- Nouveau riche people.

That's us.

You won't laugh? I'm actually

getting to like the name Bozo.

- For what?

- Our kid.

Our huge and bruising All-Ivy tackle.

- Bozo Barrett?

- It's the name of a Harvard superjock.

You would actually call

our offspring Bozo?

Only if it's a boy.

- We have crossed the poverty line.

- Not quite.

- What?

- Not until I'm carried over the threshold.

- We've done that!

- Now you're a lawyer. It'll be legal.

- It's on the tenth floor!

- Carry me in the elevator.

Thank God for that.

- Can I help?

- Barrett. 10-H. The bags are in the car.

- Is the lady all right?

- I will be when I'm over the threshold.

- Newly-weds, huh?

- Eternally.

Move your ass, preppy.

You've got it made, you bastard.

Made in the shade.

- Snug as a bug in a rug.

- Cut the crap and play.

Working for Jonas and Marsh,

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