Palm Springs Weekend
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- 1963
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The trouble with me is
I put women on a pedestal.
with short women.
For instance, what happens
when you talk to a girl about sex?
I get the hiccups.
It's like an allergy.
You see,
whenever I think about sex, I, uh...
I'd like to see the coach's face when
he finds out we've gone to Palm Springs.
And he's stuck with all that health food.
- I don't think we should've run out on him.
- I say we're entitled to a break.
Yeah.
And what could be more of a break
than spending our Easter vacation...
...without listening
to old dog-face yelling:
"Men, when you get out there,
you're not just playing ball.
- You're-"
- On a field of combat.
I'll be darned. Hi, coach.
Well, how about that, gang, huh?
Well, what do you say to a cheer
for old Coach Campbell, huh?
Let's show him that the team's
still got that old fight...
...and yell left in them, huh?
Coach Campbell. Coach Campbell.
Hip, hip, hooray. Hip...
We're dead.
So.
Sneaked off like thieves
in the night, huh?
Keep it down, you gang!
Oh, coach, everybody else
is cutting out for Easter.
And you gotta admit
we've been playing pretty good ball lately.
And if we would've asked you,
you would've said no.
- You're sure of that, are you?
- Well, I-
When are you clowns gonna learn
that I happen to be a very nice guy?
All right. You men wanna go
to Palm Springs for Easter?
Yeah.
Sure.
Four-0 with me.
Hey, how about that?
Lots of desert to hike over.
Running in the sand
helps build up the ankles.
Good, clean air to breathe.
Or we stay right on this bus
and head back for Los Angeles.
- Come on, coach, we deserve a break.
- How about, you know, a little rest?
- We've been working hard.
- Think it over.
May I?
I don't care.
- You going to the Springs too?
- Mm-hm.
Good. Where's home?
Rexford Drive.
- Beverly Hills?
- Mm-hm.
Pretty fancy address.
Yes. Well, you see,
my father's quite successful.
How's he doing, Mike?
He is?
We're staying at the La Casa Yates.
It's probably not as nice
as you're accustomed to...
- No.
- ... but they might have a room left.
Oh, you think so? Please.
Well, it might be nice to stay at
one of those smaller out-of-the-way places.
Thanks.
It's your lighter.
Thank you.
"Easter invasion begins. "
Oh, my. Bunny!
Coming.
I don't know how your father's
going to stand all those teenagers...
...and the income-tax deadline.
That's because my father's
- He's a tiger.
- Oh, he's nothing of the kind.
He's an ordinary middle-aged man
with very high blood pressure.
Oh, give the grapefruit with the cherry
to your father, dear.
Shooting off fireworks at Easter.
It's un-American.
Mother, you go through the same thing
every year.
Bunny, you know very well
that by the end of every Easter...
...the veins in your father's neck
swell up twice their normal size.
But they always go down again.
It's worse this year.
He couldn't button his collar yesterday.
And this is just the start of the week.
Cheer up, Mom.
Maybe it'll rain,
then all the kids will go home.
- Good morning, Cora.
- Good morning, dear.
Start with your grapefruit, darling.
Bunny, you'll be late.
- Good morning, Bunny.
- Good morning, Dad.
There's the smell of rain
in the air this morning, hm?
There's not a cloud in the sky.
That's what I was afraid of.
Cora, you left the pit in.
- It's good for you, dear. Swallow it.
- Swallow the pit?
Oh, Cora, not another one
of your tranquilizer pills.
I gave you one last year
and it saw you through very well.
Almost saw me out of my job.
Found me fast asleep on a fairway
You never did explain
what you were doing at the country club.
I was investigating reports
of an open-pit barbecue on the fourth green.
Couldn't the Red Cross
declare Palm Springs a disaster area?
Oh, Cora, please.
I'm only asking for an expression of faith.
I would like to feel that you think...
...that I am capable
of handling a few young hoodlums...
...without the aid of an anesthetic.
Oh, for heaven's sake.
- What's the matter with you?
- I resent the generality, that's all.
Why is it everyone thinks
that up till 12 years of age you're cute...
...and after that you're Jack the Ripper?
Don't be disrespectful, Bunny.
I'm only trying to say,
that these kids come to Palm Springs...
...to get a little sunshine
and have some fun.
- Not to start a war.
- Bunny.
Oh, never mind. I'm late for work.
- I fix breakfast, no one eats it.
- Going out tonight, dear?
I have no plans to join the invasion forces,
if that's what you mean.
- So put your mind at ease.
- Oh, now, come on, now, Bunny rabbit.
You don't think it's a question
of my not trusting you, do you?
Well, no, not really.
Of course not. It's just that I remember
when I was a young college fella.
I bet he was a terror.
It wasn't very often
I took no for an answer.
Yeah, but you were too smart...
...to mess around with the daughter
of the chief of police, huh?
Bunny.
- Oh, now, Mom.
There's a musket in the attic if there
are any direct attacks on the house.
Oh, Bunny.
Excuse me.
- Darling, you never finish your breakfast.
No one ever finishes their breakfast.
Goodbye, darling.
I'll try to get home for dinner.
Remember your blood pressure, dear.
Don't panic, Cora.
It's the beginning of a gay week.
Rest stop. Fifteen minutes.
Everybody rest.
- Want a cold drink while we're waiting?
- Yes, please.
Looks like a madhouse in there.
Why don't you wait here?
Oh!
Hello?
Oh, hello, Dad?
No, this is Henry Blanchard, Eric.
Oh. May I speak with my father, please,
Mr. Blanchard?
He's not here.
Your father and the new Mrs. Dean
are honeymooning at Acapulco.
He went and did it again, huh?
He didn't say if he was planning
to stop in Palm Springs, did he?
- No, he didn't mention it.
- Oh.
Well, next time you see him,
just say that Eric sends regards.
No, you better say "your son. "
Yeah, make it "your son sends regards. "
" Eric" may not ring a bell.
Hee-hee-hee. You're a cute bunny.
Well, thank you. What's your name?
Eric Dean.
And I'm delighted
to make your acquaintance.
I wasn't talking to you. I asked him.
Oh, I beg your pardon.
Hi. I'm Bugs Bunny.
- Take me with you.
- Well, I don't know.
Before you answer that, I think
I'd better tell you, where he goes, I go.
We're a set.
Oh?
Well, I think I could trust Mr. Bugs,
but I'm not so sure about you.
Well, at least we could drive you
to Palm Springs.
And Bugs is a sparkling conversationalist.
All you have to do is pull the string.
No, I don't think so. Thanks, really.
- Why not?
- For one thing, my bags are on the bus.
We can pick your bags up at the station.
And I'll drive you
anywhere you wanna go, anywhere.
- No, I don't think I should.
- Oh, of course you should.
Bugs wouldn't steer you wrong.
Climb aboard.
I didn't get your name.
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