Next Stop, Greenwich Village Page #10

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- First times are usually rotten.

- I may hit you.

I like Sarah.

I don't love her.

Have you ever been

in love?

- I don't think so.

- I believe you.

I did run away from home...

when I was 15.

I knew I wanted

to be a writer.

I knew.

I also knew I wanted to sleep

with a lot of different women.

What can I tell you?

People get hurt.

I'll tell you something,

Robert.

Underneath that pose

is just more pose.

Adios.

[Thunder Rolling]

- When are you leaving?

- Maana.

[Sighs]

Oy vey. I have a heavy heart.

How's Bernstein?

He's coming.

We'll meet them in Mexico City.

- You can say their names.

- Oh, I love you.

I hope they get married

and have twin poets.

A little angry

fits you nicely.

Coffee?

What I don't understand

is why you're going.

I want to see the ruins.

You're gonna sit around

and wait until he dumps her.

You can say their names.

I love you. I do.

Really love you.

Come on.

I'll buy you a cappuccino.

Is Bernstein really okay?

He says he's gonna find

some beautiful Mexican trade...

and live happily ever after.

That was a terrible thing

with the Rosenbergs.

I'm not a politician, but they didn't

have to burn them in the electric chair.

I went to the demonstration

in Union Square.

A waste of time,

demonstrations.

If Eisenhower wouldn't stop it,

what good is demonstrations?

Truman could have stopped it.

They're all politicians!

It's a waste of time.

- Morning.

- Good morning, Mr. Elkins.

- How do you feel today?

- My head feels good.

- My stomach feels good too.

- Wonderful.

But I didn't sleep

10 minutes last night.

- Now the tongue, please.

- [Phone Ringing]

Larry, make Mr. Elkins

a cabbage and broccoli juice...

while I prepare a cup

of rose hips tea.

Who? Larry Lapinsky?

- What is this with the calls at work?

- Some man wants to talk to you.

- Hello?

- What is this, a telephone service?

- Hi, Mr. Weinberg.

- I'm trying to run a business,

and they get telephone calls.

- Yeah? All right.

- That's gratitude for you.

- Thank you. [Whoops]

- Bring the boy in...

- What is this?

- Nothing, Herb. I just got another job.

- At a delicatessen?

- No. In a movie.

In a feature film.

I got an acting job.

I'm going to leave

for the Coast on Friday.

Coast? Coast?

What coast?

- Hollywood. Los Angeles, California.

- Wonderful!

- You're not pulling my leg?

- No, Herb.

I got an acting job

in a movie!

Oh, my God.

That's terrific! That's fabulous!

- Helen, did you hear that?

- I know. Congratulations.

My Larry got a job

in the movies.

What about my cabbage

and broccoli juice?

You got it. One cabbage

and broccoli juice comin' right up.

How do you like that? I got

a Hollywood star making juice for me.

Did I tell you

this kid had something?

Herb, we're running short

on cabbage here.

I want an autographed

eight-by-ten glossy...

as soon as you get one,

you hear, Larry?

- Okay.

- I'll put it right on the wall over the juicer.

That was good.

That was good, Mom.

Well, I better be going.

Where you going?

You just got here.

I gotta pack

and everything.

Be careful

on the airplane.

- It's first class.

- How many engines does it have?

- Four, I think.

- Four?

Four is safe.

Four is safe.

- How do you know four is safe?

- I read it at the candy store.

Larry, what happened

with you and that girl?

- Her name is Sarah.

- Sarah. What happened?

She ran off with a friend of mine

to Mexico.

They teach you to lie like that

in Greenwich Village?

You're a funny lady, Mom.

My life

has not been very funny.

- I'm going.

- Wait! You...

- So long, Pop.

- Good-bye, son.

Mom, please, no crying.

Promise me you won't

get a big head.

And promise me you'll always remember

where you come from.

- I promise, Mom.

- Remember your grandmother...

how she got out of Poland.

She had to sneak across the border

in a wagon covered with potatoes.

And the guards, they stuck

bayonets into the sacks.

That's where you came from.

Oh, I almost forgot.

[Laughs]

Uh...

Apple strudel for the plane.

What am I gonna do with

apple strudel on a plane?

You'll eat it.

That's what you'll do with it.

- I told you he'd get angry.

- I'm not angry.

I'm crazy, but I'm not angry.

So long.

- Sweetheart, Larry?

- Yeah, Mom?

Listen, if you ever

actually meet Clark Gable...

tell him that your mother

loved him all of her life...

and she saw every picture

he ever did.

I'll tell him, Mom.

- Oh, Larry? Write.

- I will.

[Stammering] Would you promise

you'll write every day?

- I promise, Mom.

- And you'll call once in a while?

That's why

we put a phone in.

I'll write every day,

and I'll call every other day.

How's that?

Larry?

Be a good actor.

- ####[Folk Violin Playing]

- Come on. Let's go. Come on. Let's go.

Come on. Let's go.

Come on.!

Give me the ball.!

Larry? Larry.!

- Hi, Mrs. Tupperman.

- I was sorry to hear about you...

and that girlfriend

of yours.

Yeah. So was I.

So, how is Greenwich Village

treating you?

Didn't you hear?

I'm going to Hollywood.

- I'm gonna act in a movie.

- Hollywood?

So long, Mrs. Tupperman.

Be careful, Larry.

- ####[Violin Continues]

- [Children Chattering]

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[Horn Honks]

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