Love Streams

There was a bunch of pigs right here.

Gosh, this looks like a junkyard.

Well, there's your mother.

Robert, you're a coward.

You're disgusting.

And you make me sick the way

you're hiding behind my baby!

This is not a baby!

This is Renee, she's my friend...

Yeah and I'm not a maid!

They're taking over the house,

cigarettes,

all the booze.

They're using the silver.

Put me down you turkey sandwich.

- Thanks for bringing my car back.

- Oh, you're welcome.

I'm Robert Harmon.

Hi, I'm Laurie.

They're in your bathroom.

They've got the jewerly

all over, the makeup.

They take baths whenever they want to.

Hi, garbage lady!

I'm Phyllis.

- Stop trying to organize me, okay!

- I'm not trying to organize you, i'm...

This place looks like it's going

to take three days to clean up.

- I'm Robert Harmon.

- Hi. Joanie.

You're a beautiful girl, Joanie.

Do me a favor, will ya kids? When you're

finished doing what you're doing, just clean it up.

Because I only have a secretary,

and she's a little annoyed right now, okay.

I'm Robert Harmon.

You're drinking champagne, that's nice.

So, just finish it up, and...

Oh, Hi, you must be Mr. Harmon.

I'm sorry, just having fun,

just playing you know.

There wasn't enough hot water.

Joanie's gonna sing

or recite.

This is champagne, that's orange juice,

make a little marmosa.

Hurry up, like that,

cuz we don't want to hold her up.

Just pour yourself something.

Put a lil "Champs-Elyses" in it.

You sell?

What?

Anything.

You sell love,

you sell drugs,

you sell poetry,

whatever. What do you sell?

- How old are you?

- 18.

You dance?

Charlene tells me you sing.

Yeah, I try.

What do you sing?

I write poetry

and I sing it.

Why don't you sing it?

I mean, you don't have to sing it.

You could recite it.

Just say it.

And don't look away, will you please,

because i'm going to record you.

What are you doing,

I don't know what you're doing?

See,

a beautiful woman,

has to offer a man

her secrets.

I mean, that is so beautiful

I can't tell you.

You see, everyone in the world

is very screwed up.

Now I know that you're not screwed up

And i'm not. And I know

the answer, and you know the answer.

But,

we can't tell them the answer

unless they ask us the question.

You see?

Tell me what a good time is.

A good time?

Yeah, you have to be with someone

to have a good time, don't ya?

Yeah, that helps.

Sex?

I think we do need that.

Yeah, for money.

You don't enjoy it?

You need someone to be with

to have a good time, don't ya?

Yeah, it helps.

Well, then tell me what a good time is.

Is it school?

Is it books, is it music, is it movies?

- What's the question?

- Good time, the best time, right?

Cooking.

I love to cook.

Cooking?

Cooking is the best time you've ever had?

Give me a break!

Give me another drink, over here.

I guess dreaming.

What do you dream?

Are you gay?

No.

Sorry.

No, I'm not.

It's okay. Don't worry.

You're safe here.

I'm Jill Dunbar.

The judge.

I'm Sarah Lawson.

This is my daughter Debbie.

Judge Dunbar?

Hi, I'm Milton Kravitz.

I represent Mrs. Lawson.

Have you two met?

Are you comfortable there?

Yeah, sure.

Sorry we're late.

Traffic was terrible.

You're beautiful.

Come over and sit here, please.

Why don't we have Debbie wait outside?

There is no reason for her to be here?

No, it's okay. I want to be here.

Sure, go outside Debbie. It'll just take

a minute and we'll call you right back in.

Jack, could she stay here, please?

I mean, she knows everything.

We don't want our baby

standing out in the hall.

We are in agreement on

the money settlement.

That is correct.

And Debbie has agreed to live with her mother,

there is no disagreement on that.

You sign these, we can finish quickly.

I have immediate plans to take Debbie

with me to Houston or New York.

I don't know when we'll be back.

New York?

Houston?

Where did that come in?

We're not gonna go to a funeral.

It's okay.

What is the understanding that you've

come to on this visit?

You see, we go to

a lot of funerals.

I go to funerals,

and hospitals

and some weddings.

You might say that's what I do:

I visit sick people.

Mothers, fathers,

sisters, brothers,

uncles,

nephews, aunts.

I don't have any relatives myself,

but Jack does.

Some of these are in Houston,

and Jack's aunt is in New York.

Which I would feel very uncomfortable

going to if she wasn't there.

But nobody died this time.

Just sick, you know.

People like Debbie and me

to be with them

when they aren't feeling well,

because we're cheerful.

Says right here:
"Visiting privileges

every other weekend.

From Saturday noon til Sunday at 7.

Mr. Lawson will be entitled to take

Debbie Lawson

to where he resides or any

other reasonable place."

Wasn't that what you had agreed to?

You see Judge

when someone is temporarily insane

like Jack here is...

And he's a wonderful guy, but...

You see,

when someone is like that,

they don't want to see the

people that they really love.

Okay, I understand that.

A person who is sick has to get well

before he can be normal, right?

So, when Jack finishes his...

sleeping around everywhere,

and he wants to assume

his responsibilities,

he wants to be a real father to Debbie,

he can see her.

If Debbie is a very old lady when

he makes up his mind,

that's when he'll see her.

I don't understand.

You feel that your husband

should not see Debbie at all?

Ever?

Well, I object. I think Mrs. Lawson

is breaking the understanding.

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

He's the one that wants a divorce.

One of the reasons we're having difficulty

with something we've already agreed to,

is that my wife hasn't been cured.

I'm a very happy person.

My wife has been in and out of institutions

since our marriage.

That's one of the reasons why we're having difficulty

with something that we've already agreed to.

She hasn't been cured.

I have a problem. I...

I love my family. I love him,

and I love her. I love them, just them.

And,

when I can't be cheerful...

When you get a headache, or

you feel really bad.

I go to the hospital.

And I stay there until I feel that I can

take care of things again.

Just stepping out of the way for awhile.

Until his little sex things are over...

Whatever it is that causes me

to get the headaches...

Something like that.

Could I have a glass of champagne

in a crystal glass, please?

I love crystal!

I'm Phyllis. That's my stage name.

Lovely nails you have.

You're a straight

and a marvelous writer.

I just love the way you

write about loneliness.

You make it sound so

exciting and romantic.

I saw you in here last month.

Are you working on a new book?

Are you doing

something on us?

Yes, i'm writing a book on nightlife,

as a matter of fact.

Could I have your telephone number

please, your card, something?

Lucky boy!

Now is this for research or what?

It's uh...

She's beautiful.

You know her name?

Susan.

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