Mona Lisa Smile Page #7

Deb and I broke it off last summer.

That's Miranda.

We started seeing each other when

you stopped returning my calls...

...or answering any of my letters.

Okay, maybe I should go.

Have you seen Spencer?

But I did see Charlie Stewart.

And he told me that he and Deb

broke up last summer.

And you told me they were together

when he invited me to the Cape.

Oh, Connie.

I don't keep track of his dates.

They've been on-again, off-again

for the past few years.

No, apparently they've been

off-again for a while. For quite a while.

- So?

- So you made me believe...

...that he was hiding me.

Either way...

...why couldn't you let me be happy?

Betty.

And we switch.

- Wonder teacher.

- Tommy.

- How's Harvard?

- Oh, not too bad. Not too bad.

- Congratulate me.

- You set a date?

No, nothing official. Yet.

I meant, I got into Penn. Grad school.

Congratulations. What about Yale?

Yale? Oh, you mean Joanie.

Yeah. How about that, huh?

She is some girl.

- She's terrific.

- Yeah.

Just the fact that she got in.

I mean, she will always have that.

Thanks to you. Miss Watson,

you've been real swell to her.

We both appreciate it.

I'm sorry. "The fact that she got in,"

what does that mean?

Well, she'll be in Philadelphia.

With me.

Well, that's an awful long commute

to get dinner on the table by 5:00.

- And we switch.

- Thank you.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Have you seen Spencer?

I can't find him anywhere.

Actually, Spencer asked me

to take you home.

- He has this meeting-

- In New York.

Thank you.

- Honey, what are you doing here?

- I'm staying the night.

- Spencer won't mind?

- Spencer won't notice.

- He's in New York again. Working.

- He's working hard for both of you.

Don't lie for him, Mother.

He does it so well for himself.

You're going to turn around,

go home...

...fix your face

and wait for your husband.

This is the bargain you made,

Elizabeth. We all did.

So you're not gonna let me

stay in my own house?

Spencer's house is your house now.

Believe me, it's for your own good.

Miss Watson. Come in.

Seven law schools within 45 minutes

of Philadelphia.

You can study and get dinner

on the table by 5:00.

- It's too late.

- No. Some accept late admissions.

- I was upset at first.

- Joan, the guests.

When Tommy told me that he got

accepted to Penn, I thought:

" Her fate is sealed.

How can she throw it all away?"

I realized you won't have to. You

could bake your cake and eat it too.

We're married.

We eloped over the weekend.

Turned out he was petrified

of a big ceremony...

...so we did a sort of

spur-of-the-moment thing.

Very romantic.

Look.

It's beautiful.

It was my choice. Not to go.

He would have supported it.

- But you don't have to choose.

- No, I have to.

I want a home, a family.

It's not something I'll sacrifice.

No one's asking you

to sacrifice that, Joan.

I just want you to understand

that you can do both.

Think I'll wake up one day

and regret not being a lawyer?

Yes, I'm afraid that you will.

Not as much as I'd regret not having

a family. Not being there to raise them.

I know exactly what I'm doing, and

it doesn't make me any less smart.

- This must seem terrible to you.

- I didn't say that. I-

Sure you did. You always do.

You stand in class and tell us to look

beyond the image, but you don't.

To you, a housewife is someone who

sold her soul for a centre hall colonial.

She has no depth,

no intellect, no interests.

You're the one who said

I could do anything I wanted.

This is what I want.

Congratulations.

Be happy.

Sometimes I think you say

these things to provoke me.

Does your father know

that you speak this way?

Does your wife know you're here?

- Where might I find Charlie Stewart?

- Charlie Stewart? C1744.

- But it's too late. You'll have to leave.

- All right.

You can't go up there!

What is going on here?

There's no women allowed

in the dorms!

Can you please not interrupt me?!

Connie! What are you doing here?

Well, I saw...

I saw Big Teeth with...

...Kevin Tawil looking pretty cosy,

and I thought that maybe...

Maybe you two weren't...

- Dating?

- Yes. Thank you.

Hey, no girls in the dorm.

I know I have made mistakes.

A ton.

But I never make them twice.

And?

And it was perfect. Romantic.

We stayed up all night talking.

You're late. What happened

to Sunday brunch?

We stayed up all night too.

Not talking.

The psychoanalyst? Again.

- Divine exhaustion.

- He's married.

He's not married like

you and Tommy.

What does that mean?

It means he and his wife

don't speak the same language.

- Spelled S-E-X.

- Does he pay you?

For sex?

At the rate you're going,

you could make a fortune.

- Betty.

- Everyone thinks so.

Do you know what they say?

They say you're a whore.

Once they've all sampled you,

they'll toss you aside like a used rag.

- Betty, stop now.

- The men you love don't want you.

- Your father doesn't want you.

- I'm gonna meet you downstairs.

- Professor Dunbar.

- Betty, that's enough.

Everybody knows that you hide

outside his house.

It must be torturous running after

a man who doesn't care about you...

...who's in love with someone else,

who hates you.

- He hates you!

- Betty.

And it hurts! No!

- Get off me!

- Quiet!

Oh, God.

- He doesn't want me.

- Okay.

He doesn't sleep with me. He-

I know.

I say no. I mean, it's not fair to her.

- She's not happy.

- Don't forget about her outburst.

Oh, that's right.

Dr. Staunton, will you tell the

alumnae the figures you have?

Enrolment for her class next year...

...is the highest

the department's had. Ever.

She'd have to promise

to turn in her lesson plans.

In advance. And they'll need

to be approved.

She'll never agree to that.

Bill, the brochures

for Europe arrived.

Surprise!

Sir, I'm so sorry!

- Who are you?

- I'm Stanley Sher...

...a friend of Bill's.

We were in the 37th together.

- Okay.

- You must be Katherine.

I am.

He told me you were a looker, but...

- I'll wait for you downstairs, Stanley.

- Okey-dokey.

So you and Bill

were in the war together?

Yep. Now he's some

fancy teacher...

...and I'm in air conditioning.

Forget the A-bomb.

Freon. It's gonna change

the good old U.S. of A.

Open the entire West to development.

I'm based in El Paso.

- Oh, thank you.

- And cheers.

Well, you've come a long way

from San Remo.

Yes, sirree.

That in California?

Italy.

- Where you two were stationed.

- Italy?

Well, somebody's been

pulling your long leg.

We were stationed at the Army

Language Institute on Long Island.

Closest we ever got to Italy

was the baked ziti at Mama Leone's.

I don't think Bill's

ever been to Europe.

I sure as hell haven't.

Cheers.

Katherine!

You okay?

I met Stan.

Hell of a nice guy.

- Yeah.

- What a talker.

Yeah.

We go back a long way.

All the way to Long Island.

Secret's out.

What an incredible lie.

I spoke the language, I had the

uniform, people just assumed things.

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