Milk Money Page #4
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1994
- 110 min
- 238 Views
- Mm-hmm.
Is this toad flax?
No, that's Impatiens capensis.
That's also known
as touch-me-not.
You guys,
I found a touch-me-not.
Untouched, unspoiled,
here in the middle
of suburban uniformity,
you can find...
a tiny wilderness.
Dad.
Brian, don't be an idiot.
Hey, Dad... whoa.
I need to talk to you
for a second.
I didn't know
he had a daughter.
I need you to fix my car.
I was planning on
fixing that after school.
I can't wait that long.
I mean, I need to leave town.
I've got to get out
of here right now.
T ell me about it, lady.
We all want
to get out of here.
Are you late for an appointment
with a client?
Are you a religious fanatic
or something?
No. Why?
Oh...
'cause you're just
the most understanding man
I've ever met.
Thank you.
Wow, look at this place.
What is this?
This is the...
T anapaya Wet Lands.
What's left of it.
This is the place that
you're trying to save?
Mm-hmm.
It's so beautiful.
You think so?
Yeah.
Why would anybody
want to ruin this?
Well...
Look...
A glossy ibis.
I watch a lot of
documentaries on TV.
You know, maybe I
don't have to leave.
I mean, it's so safe here and
nobody knows about this place.
Except you and me.
Just you and me.
And the 20 of us.
I'll be home by 4:00.
I could fix your car then.
Okay.
Can you manage on foot?
Yeah, I have this, this, um...
I have this old bike here.
Hey, hey, that's my bike.
Oh...
Bye.
It's her car. It's her car.
What are you doing?!
I'm taking a bath.
Why?
Well, because my boss
had his heart ripped out,
and some very bad people
are looking for me,
so I'm staying for a while.
I've seen The Brady Bunch,
nothing bad ever happens
to you people.
I told you.
You got to get rid of her,
she'll tell our parents.
If my dad finds out,
I am dead.
They don't even know
I lost my bike.
You guys, relax.
She's not going to tell.
She's my friend.
Marry her? Marry her?
He can't marry her.
No one can marry her,
'cause when people get married
they tell everything.
She'll tell, she'll tell.
They all tell.
Kevin, listen to me.
If she tells,
we'll all say it's Frank.
Fine.
Brad.
You're wearing my Jacket.
I thought we bet
a billion zillion dollars.
We need to get
a few things straight.
Dad won't be home
till 4:
00- relax.Look, here's the deal.
You can stay in my tree fort
and you can play in the house
only when Dad's at work.
No smoking,
no swearing, and no
letting Dad know
you're staying here.
And don't take
your clothes off for money.
Anything else?
Yeah, I need some help
with my homework.
What's the subject?
How long do you want me to wait?
Until you're more mature, Frank.
A sexual relationship
with a woman
is a very, very precious thing.
I was talking about dinner.
It's getting cold.
Oh... I knew that.
You ready?
Yeah.
Ready, set, go.
Ah, beat you.
Who was a faster eater,
you or Mom?
We never raced.
What kind of microwave
dinners did she like?
We cooked real food.
You miss real food?
How can I?
I've never eaten it.
All right, everybody,
I want you to sit down.
Okay, come on.
Let's get started. Time.
Sit down.
Do you believe he comes
to school with it on?
Frank, are you ready
to begin your report?
No, not yet.
Owen Meany Junior High.
Just a moment.
Miss Fetch,
please report to the office.
You have a phone call.
All right.
Frank, don't do anything
until I get back.
Of course.
Let's get started.
On what?
Started on what?
Hello.
Hello? Hello?
The line is dead.
This.. is a woman.
These... are her breasts.
They serve an important
biological function
in child-rearing
as both a food source,
and headrests.
Size and shape of breasts
may vary
from person to person,
but number
is constant:
one, two.Please?
Whoa.
Children!
- Who wants me to go on?
- Children!
Unlock this door.
Now, I didn't want to do this,
but it's part of the assignment.
These... are the ovaries.
That's where the eggs are.
Eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs...
Eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs,
eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs.
Each ovary is connected
to its very own Fallopian tube,
- which swings...
- Frank!
...which swings down
sort of like this,
like a little freeway.
I want this door open now!
Leading to...
the uterus-
about this size baby motel.
Just roughly... here.
What?
It tickles.
Oh, sorry.
Where was I?
The uterus.
Excuse me?
"This size baby motel. "
Oh, right, right.
Which brings us to...
intercourse.
Whoa!
May I have a volunteer
from the class?
Here's something;
what do you think?
Mmm...
Okay, how about this one?
This is nice.
I don't know.
I, I don't think that I,
I should wear her clothes.
V?
Yeah.
Is it true
there's a place
on a woman you can touch
to make her
completely insane?
Where did you hear that?
A magazine.
Um, well...
Don't count on it.
Okay.
How about this one?
Like it?
You know what I like about you?
Every time I think of you,
you appear.
Listen, if you're not
rushing off to see a client...
No.
Not in this dress.
Maybe we could have dinner
together.
- Yes.
- Really?
Yes. Yes.
Okay.
I'm just going to change, okay?
Yeah.
- Vicki?
- No.
- Valerie?
- No.
Virginia?
Hmm-mm.
West Virginia.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
He's changing right now.
I saw.
He's ironing like crazy.
What are you all dolled up for?
I'm not.
Are you coming with us?
Gross! I have my own life,
thank you very much.
Is that cologne
that you're wearing?
No.
Are you going on a date?
Nah. Just practicing.
What?
Being cool,
in case I run into Stacy.
Oh.
Do you have something
to give her?
Is that a rule?
No, but it should be.
I mean, girls and gifts-
it's kind of the same word.
Here, give her this.
I can't take this.
Why not?
I'm not giving this to anyone.
I'll keep it with me always.
Yeah?
Thanks.
You're welcome.
I never had time to be lonely.
You know, I had Frank
to take care of,
and I guess I buried myself
in my work.
Other than Frank, the wetlands
mean everything to me.
Yeah.
Oh, look, honey,
it's Frank's dad.
I wonder who that woman is.
She's a hooker.
Honey...!
I can't believe
I'm saying all this to you.
Why?
I'm normally not like this.
I'm not at ease with new people.
No? Neither am I.
- Really?
- Yeah,
and in my line of work,
that's a problem.
Well, how
do you deal with it?
Well, let's see.
When I'm with someone new,
I pretend like
I'm with someone that I love,
and that helps me
get through it.
Oh...!
I don't think I've ever met
a more dedicated teacher.
I don't think anyone's ever
looked at what I do that way.
Well, why not?
Just because you don't do it
in the classroom?
You know, you're an amazing man.
Right now... with me...
What?
Were you pretending?
Pretending?
That you're with someone else?
Someone you love?
No. I don't have to pretend
anything with you.
Mmm, Holly, isn't that
your little friend's dad?
Yeah.
I wonder who he's with?
It's his sister.
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