Lovers and Other Strangers Page #6

Then he started choking her

by the throat over the open window.

And the super had to come up

and pick Vinny off Carmel.

And they're still together.

I don't want somebody pointing

to Joan and me in a couple of years...

telling some miserable story ending with

"But they're still together. "

You understand?

- So what's the story, Joan?

- Won't you ever give up?

- Not till I get the story.

- My birthday, for instance.

- Do we have to go through that again?

- What about your birthday?

I asked Ritchie

to get me a book for my birthday.

- What kind of book?

- It was a book about Spain.

You know, with colored photographs.

- I've always had this big thing about Spain.

- They don't get divorced in Spain.

A book, to me, means love...

because when you give a book

about a romantic place...

it's like saying that all the days of your

life should be as romantic as Spain...

and surrounded by a cover of happiness.

So I mentioned to Ritchie that I wanted it.

That's all she talked about day and night

for a month.

You always forget my birthdays.

I reminded you, that's all.

Maybe I felt like getting you

something better than a book.

- Yes, but this time I wanted a book.

- So what did you get her for her birthday?

- Nothing. I forgot what day it was.

- You always forget.

Frank, you're the same way.

Maybe you make such

a big thing out of it that I want to forget.

- I can't see the logic in that.

- I said, "Be sure to get me a can opener. "

I got you the book, anyway, didn't I?

I got her the book, anyway, didn't I?

For Christ's sake!

What I'm trying to find out is,

what's the story?

I see the party's petering out.

- Jerry, do you know-

- Yes.

Do you know where Mike and Susan

are going on their honeymoon?

Isle of Aruba.

Aruba's all right.

I personally like Trinidad.

Trinidad?

What are you doing?

It's these new locks. This is my room.

This is my bed.

That's my rug and my chair.

- Are you close with your family?

- My family?

I see my family on holidays, weekends.

I love a man that loves his mother.

Mother? I love my mother.

Do I love my mother.

I think we should go back to the wedding.

Back to the wedding?

Why? They won't miss us.

Did you read The Prophet by Khalil Gibran?

Yes. I know.

"I am you, you are me, we are one. "

I think it's too soon for us

to be one, Jerry.

When two people feel about each other

the way we feel about each other...

it's never too soon to be one.

- You think I'm being too middle-class?

- You said it.

- Are you sure?

- Positive.

- Let's go to my room!

- What?

- Let's go to my room.

- What for?

I just feel freer there.

Somebody might walk in on us.

Nobody's going to walk in on us.

I have the door locked from the inside.

I just don't feel I can let it go here

the way it wants to be let go.

All right. We'll go where you can let it go.

Yes. Let's go.

- Okay. I'll go first.

- Okay. You go first.

Wait five minutes and then come.

Put your jacket on.

And don't turn on the light

until I'm out the door.

All right. Five minutes.

Why do we fight?

I don't know, honey. We must be crazy.

We've got so much going for us.

We really love each other.

What makes us do it?

- We should be like this all the time.

- Yeah, I guess you're right.

I can't think of any married couple

that has as much going for them as we do.

What makes us fight like that?

We should try to remember

so it never happens again.

I think it all started

when you said I was faggy.

Did I say that?

You know I think you're the most

masculine man I ever met.

I guess I was just hurt

because you called me Willy.

You must admit that it's really butch

to call somebody faggy.

You shouldn't have told me

you were dynamite with other women.

But you had just implied I was impotent.

Yes, but you said all-

All I'm interested in is getting mine.

Aren't you?

Aren't you?

You see, honey,

that's the kind of thing that starts it off.

You going tit for tat.

- I'm not going tit for tat.

- Yes, you are.

Stop it, John.

Want to know why you can't stand

for me to have the last word?

Because you seem to have forgotten...

that I am the man

and you are just the woman...

and the man is the boss.

Says who?

- Says you, the day we were married.

- I was just humoring you.

I said if it was so important to you,

I would let you be the boss.

What do you mean,

you would let me be the boss?

- I am the boss.

- Don't be juvenile. There is no boss.

- I'm the boss, and you know it.

- There is no boss, and that's final.

And I don't want

to hear another word about it.

We are equal.

- You and I are equal?

- That's right.

- Come on, equal. Put them up.

- What?

Come on, I'll knock you right off.

I'm sorry. I didn't...

- Come on, who's the boss?

- Will you stop it?

- Who's the boss?

- There's no boss.

- Who's the boss?

- I am.

- Who's the boss?

- You're hurting me.

You're going to wake up the child.

- Who's the boss?

- You can torture me, but I won't say it.

- Who's the boss?

- You are.

- Let go of me.

- And who won?

You did.

You shithead.

Who is it?

- It's me.

- Who?

Brenda, will you let me in? It's Jerry.

Brenda, I want you.

Do you think we're doing the right thing?

Yes, we're doing the right thing.

- Will there be a victim?

- What?

Did you read

Kurt Vonnegut's The Sirens of Titan?

I didn't have a chance to.

He says, "I was the victim

of a series of accidents, as are we all. "

- Will there be a victim with us?

- No, there'll be no victim.

- Could you help out a little here?

- Jerry, this isn't right.

- The middle of a wedding.

- That's what makes it so exciting.

- Then let's go back to your room.

- What?

- Let's go back to your room.

- What for?

I don't want anyone seeing you

come out of my room in the morning.

They'll think we spent the night together.

What are they going to think

if they see you coming out of my room?

That's different.

I'm never sure what happened...

when I see a girl come out of a man's room.

Please, Jerry. For me. For Brenda.

But we're here already.

Brenda, take it easy.

I'm not happy, Johnny.

The only woman you ever loved

is your mother.

Watch it, Wilma.

It seems to me, if you're so

frightened of being castrated...

you should go to the source of your fear

and then work it out with her.

That's right. Then you and your father...

should make a special call

on your grandmother.

- Where do you think you're going?

- Away from your mouth.

- No, you don't.

- Yeah? Try and stop me.

- Get away from me.

- Johnny, please.

Will you get away from me?

Get away from me.

- Was it something I said?

- Come on. Will you knock it off?

Please, let's work this out.

Look, I'm upset.

Are you kidding?

Will you quit acting helpless?

- You're like a rock.

- Okay, then get out of my life.

- Get out.

- Don't worry, I'm going.

- Soon as I get the key in the door.

- All right. Go.

Where do you think you're going?

No, you're not going-

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