On Golden Pond Page #8

Maybe he'll give us a discount on dental work.

Well, I guess

I'll be seeing you, ya nitwit.

- Okay.

- I'll miss you, Norman.

Bye-bye, darling.

- Good-bye, woman.

- Bye-bye, Billy.

Well...

good-bye, Norman.

Dad.

Come on, Norman. Let's get these

last boxes out to the car and be gone.

For God's sake.

- Not too heavy, is it?

- Of course it's not too heavy.

God, this is heavy!

- You're trying to kill me.

- I've thought about it.

Put it down

if it's too much.

- What the hell do you have in here?

- My mother's china.

- Put the box down, darling.

- Your mother never liked me.

Of course she did.

Norman, what is it?

What's the matter, darling?

What's the matter?

Oh, my God.

Norman! Norman! My darling!

My darling!

I'll get your medicine.

Here, Norman.

- Take this, darling. Put it under your tongue.

- What is it?

Nitroglycerin.

Put it under your tongue.

Dear God,

don't take him now.

You don't want him.

He's just an old poop.

Norman. Norman!

- Maybe we should call a doctor.

- Oh, yes!

Yes. I'll get

the telephone.

I'll get the telephone.

Hello? Hello?

Dear God.

Dear God.

How are you feeling, Norman?

Pretty good.

How are you?

- How's the angina?

- The what?

- The pain, damn it!

- Pretty good, as pain goes.

This stupid operator!

Hello? Hello?

What's the matter

with her?

She's slow.

- How are you feeling now?

- Oh, I don't know.

You planning to die?

Is that what you're up to?

While I'm waiting for this moron

to answer the telephone...

let me say something

to you, Norman Thayer, Jr.

- I'd rather you didn't.

- Really?

Yes. Oh, this stupid,

stupid operator.

I'm gonna have to call

the hospital directly.

The phone book.

I'll get the phone book.

- What is it?

- Will you come here?

Oh, my God.

Yes, Norman?

My darling?

Ethel...

Yes. I'm here, Norman.

- Ethel?

- Yes? Yes?

- Ethel...

- What is it, Norman?

I think I'm feeling

all right now.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah. My heart's stopped hurting.

- Maybe I'm dead.

- Oh, I love you so much!

I'm sorry about

your mother's china.

Why did you strain yourself?

You know better.

I was showing off.

Trying to turn you on.

Well, you succeeded. No need

for you to try that sort of thing again.

- Good.

- You know something?

This is the first time that I've really felt

that we were gonna die.

I've known it all along.

When I looked at you

here on the floor...

I could actually

see you dead.

I could see you in your blue suit and white,

starched shirt...

in Thomas's funeral parlor

on Bradshaw Street.

- How'd I look?

- Not good, Norman.

You've been talking about death

ever since we met...

but this is the first time

I really felt it.

Yeah? How's it feel?

Oh...

it feels odd.

Cold, I guess.

Not that bad, really.

Not so frightening.

Almost comforting.

Not such a bad place to go.

I don't know!

Oh, Norman.

Oh, God.

Well, don't you want

to say good-bye to the lake?

Do you think

you're strong enough?

Yeah, I think so.

If I fall over face-first

in the water...

you'll know I wasn't.

Now take it easy,

for God's sake.

I'm only good for

one near miss a day.

- Hello there.

- Hi.

Want to dance?

Or would you rather

just suck face?

Oh, Norman,

you really are a case, you know.

Ethel, listen.

The loons...

they've come around

to say good-bye.

Just the two of them now.

Their baby's all grown up...

and moved to Los Angeles

or somewhere.

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