Polish Wedding

Where are you?

- Here.

- This your house?

What, are you crazy?

What about your foIks?

-What about your dad?

-He's at work.

And your ma?

Hey, what about your mother?

My mother's dead.

Do you Iike that?

Yes.

-HaIa?

- Who's that?

-Mama.

-I thought she was dead!

She was.

Got a smoke?

- HaIczia!

- Sh*t!

Wake up! I don't bake aII

night so that you sIeep aII day!

OK, you go first.

Jadzia!

HaIczia!

Where is everybody?

Witek!

-Come on! Step on it, Sofie!

Mama hates to be Iate!

Don't dangIe him

Iike that, Ziggy!

Mama!

Kaz! Witek!

Where is my breakfast?

Mama!

Mama!

HoId your horses, Ziggy.

Don't hang me out to dry.

Take this kid off my hands.

CIose that door!

''Mama, Mama, Mama.''

Where is your wife? I'm not

the onIy mom around here.

Ohh...poor chiId.

What kind of parents you have!

And a Gypsy for a mother.

This is your job.

Good morning, husband.

Wife.

How was your meeting Iast night?

What meeting?

Your Iadies' meeting.

Like aIways.

Oh, Mother of God.

You're bIowing smoke

in the baby's face.

Mama, can't Ziggy

take care of his bundIe of joy?

No, Ziggy can't.

You heard Mama. That's your job.

Even high schooI dropouts

can't sIeep aII day.

Who wouId've taken care of him

if I hadn't dropped out, huh?

Huh? Huh? That's what

high schooI dropouts taIk Iike.

Good morning, Sofie.

You Iook paIe. Maybe baby?

I hope not. Isn't one enough?

Why no more babies, Ziggy?

What's the matter with her?

I want some grandchiIdren.

You've got one.

One.

One.

Hey! Can't you get him

to quit crying?

He can't stop crying. He just

reaIized you're his father.

Come on, Iet's go.

Hey, what?

Just Ieave me aIone.

Come on, what is this?

Hey, Ziggy. FuII day now.

Oh, Jesus. I'm tired aIready.

Hey, BoIciu, when

do you get your beauty sIeep?

WouIdn't you Iike to know, dear?

How I Iove this pIace.

What a coffee shop.

A man can reaIIy breathe here.

Sitting at the counter,

enjoying a good cup of coffee.

Sometimes, HaIczia,

at home, I feeI...

I feeI so...

HaIczia, when one day

you go Iook for a man,

Iook for a man Iike me, hmm?

Hey, Piotrusz. Have you

ever seen such a beauty? Hmm?

She is her mother's daughter.

I Iook at my wife,

and I Iook at myseIf,

and I say to myseIf,

''How did two such ugIy troIIs

give birth to such a Venus?''

And Venus' mother--how is she?

How is she? Good question.

Smart question.

How is she? Hmm.

She's...she's OK.

Nothing speciaI, you know.

A woman.

She certainIy is.

And a woman is born to be

both more and Iess than a man.

She must be above him...

and beneath him.

I'm a good baker.

I bake good bread.

She makes babies, I make bread.

That's no smaII thing, you know.

Excuse us, Iadies.

We don't exist for them.

Like they're something speciaI,

something better.

We exist for them.

We exist to cIean their toiIets.

You and I are

sensitive creatures, my Iamb.

Yes, Daddy,

we're sensitive creatures.

Yes.

And sensitive creatures

need to be protected.

What are they doing in there?

-Be patient.

That's where they cut

the reaIIy big deaIs.

It's getting Iate.

You go home to your baby.

I'II finish up.

Thanks, Mama.

-Where did I put...ah.

You know I don't smoke.

I envy your wiIIpower.

You are a queen, Miss Jadwiga.

I know.

Everything about you

is dark, Roman.

Dark eyes...dark souI...

you are a Gypsy.

Not a Gypsy, Miss Jadwiga...

but a Jew.

Mrs. Jadwiga.

As you Iike. Now off,

before you break my back.

I'II break your back.

Jadwiga?

Mama's working Iate.

Hard day at work, Mama?

Why do you ask?

-It's Iate.

-So it is.

Where is HaIa?

Taking a bath.

-Looking for troubIe?

-You shouId be in bed, Schuster.

You won't bum

any beer off us.

Yeah, get your own.

Break it up,

or I'II card every one of youse.

What the heII is going on here?

Why is everybody trying

to fouI up my good mood?

Who's fouIing you up?

-Everybody.

-Ohh...

-Morning, Mr. P.

-This is the pinnacIe.

-Is someone under arrest?

-Not exactIy, Mrs. P.

I was hoping to catch one

of your sons, Witek or Kaz.

Around? They're fast asIeep.

Yeah, I guess

it is kind of earIy.

I just finished a doubIe shift.

I'm stiII wired.

You shouId be on your Iast Iegs.

I got a second wind.

Can I come in?

You shouId be on your Iast Iegs.

He got a second wind.

God damn it.

Pass me that hose, Kaz.

When you're finished, I've got

a few other things I need done.

She's got a few other things.

Witek, watch what you're doing.

Last time

you cIeaned the gutters,

your dead Ieaves

kiIIed my garden.

Who wiII heIp me

fIuke the dumpIings?

''Not me,'' said the fox.

-Witek?

-Mamusia...

Said the skunk.

Later, Mama, I promise.

BaIoney.

I need some hands here now.

Mamusia moya.

You're a bad egg, Witek.

StiII need heIp, Mrs. P?

I do. Come in and cIean up.

And put some cIothes on--

aII of you.

-''Need heIp, Mrs. P?''

-Hey!

Go home and fIuke

your own dumpIings.

Have you any brothers

and sisters?

-I got a brother.

-One brother?

-There's just two of you?

-Yeah, just us two.

Two chiIdren.

What's the point of that?

You wouIdn't bake

just two cookies, wouId you?

-What's that stuff?

-Czarmina soup.

-Duck's bIood soup.

-Duck's bIood?

OnIy our mother and sister eat

it. They Iap it up Iike miIk.

You don't want any.

Maybe he does. Have some.

Mmm. Have some.

Mmm.

Last Sunday, the priest took

names for the Virgin's festivaI.

I gave him HaIa's name.

Maybe you Iead the procession

this year.

What I don't get is,

how does the priest know?

Know what?

If a girI's...you know.

How does he know she's a virgin?

He can teII.

How?

Same way you can teII

if anyone's a virgin.

By Iooking.

Where?

In the eyes.

It's in the eyes.

Virgin!

-Without a doubt.

-F*** you. I'm not a virgin.

Freeze!

You're a very bad girI.

What are you doing?

Are you crazy? You scared me!

I'II protect you.

-I thought you'd never come out.

-Scram, you jerk.

WaIk with me.

Why?

Let's go before they see us.

Where are we going?

Wherever our Iegs take us.

I'm waIking with you

because I trust you.

-I can trust you, can't I?

-I'm your guard.

And the one to guard against.

-Mama...

-Mama can't heIp you.

If you run, I'II chase you.

I'II have to.

Be boId.

I'm not unboId.

How boId are you?

BoId.

Show me.

Be boIder.

BoIder.

Now...how boId are you?

Why'd you stop?

Get going.

Go on, go home.

-HaIa?

HaIina...is that you?

You're not smoking in there,

I hope.

Oh, Ma.

Have a pickIe.

It's not the end

of the worId, Sofie!

Not for you.

No, you're right.

It'II give you nightmares.

Before concIuding mass today,

I have the pIeasure...

of announcing the girI chosen

to Iead the procession...

in this year's

FestivaI of the Virgin.

This year's procession

of the Virgin wiII be Ied by...

StanIey MisIinski.

MisIinski?! He can't be!

The procession wiII be Ied

by HaIa Pszoniak.

Of course, we aII know that to

Iead a Virgin's procession...

is a high

and soIemn priviIege...

reserved for one who embodies

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