Poltergeist III

- Good morning. | - 'Morning.

Can you spell "parakeet"?

Parakeet.

B-I-R-D.

- Wrong. Try again. | - Wrong?

Wrong, Aunt Trish. Try again.

- What's for breakfast? | - My turn?

Darling, Donna has locked herself | in our bathroom.

Would you get her out of there?

- My favorite role, the wicked stepmother. | - Absolutely.

- It's chilly in here this morning. | - I'll check that.

- You making breakfast? | - Aunt Trish said it's my turn.

Shh with that "Aunt Trish" stuff.

I have been begging you since you got here | not to call her that.

- It's been a month already. | - Bruce, old habits die hard, you know.

- Right, they do. | - My mom always calls her Trish.

My grandma always called her Trish.

But Aunt Pat hates it. | She thinks it's dclass.

Dclass?

- Call her Pat, will you? | - I'll try.

- You want to help me make breakfast? | - I'd love to.

What does "dclass" mean?

Come on. | I heard Mom and Pop called last night.

Yeah, they did.

Just a second.

We're gonna be late again, | and you still have to use my eyeliner...

which I have.

- Here. | - Thanks.

You look great.

Now remember, less is more.

We got eggs, sausage, bacon, dill pickles. | What will it be?

Toast'ems.

No. Not again.

I cook. You set the table.

- Done. | - A masterpiece.

- A veritable Picasso. | - He would have put your nose over here.

Can I borrow this?

- You look like an Eskimo. | - I'm a California person.

I'm not used to wearing this stuff.

Listen, surfer girl, | the week before you got here...

the temperature got above zero | for about six minutes.

If it's this cold inside, you're gonna | appreciate those when you get outside.

Doesn't it ever get warm in Chicago?

You are going to regret | that remark come August, young lady.

August? I'm supposed to go home | before August.

If I had my way, I'd keep you here forever.

- What are you gonna wear tonight? | - Last year's salary.

- It wasn't that expensive. | - Yeah?

- What are you gonna wear, Dad? | - My tux.

- The one you wore to your wedding? | - Yeah, that one.

- Fashion's never been your father's thing. | - It's a year old, dear.

I think he looks handsome | in his wedding pictures.

- There you are. The voice of sanity. | - I agree.

- Handsome, but conservative. | - I agree.

Wait a minute, | you're on my side, remember?

A woman's entitled to change her mind.

No, thanks. We'll take the next one.

- Who's driving me to work? | - Me.

Let's go.

All aboard.

Thank you, my lady.

Fasten your seat belts.

You better be careful, honey.

- Remember what happened to Narcissus. | - Who?

Greek mythology. He loved looking | at his reflection in a pond so much...

he fell in and drowned.

- Only a boy could be that clumsy. | - You got that right.

What's wrong?

Every new building has its problems.

We'll get those problems | before they get us, right?

Right?

Hold it, please!

- Bye, honey. | - Have a good day.

- Thanks for the lift. | - 'Bye, Dad.

'Morning, Gene. How you doing?

- 'Morning, Bruce. | - 'Morning.

- 'Morning, Mr. Gardner. | - 'Morning. What's with the heat?

I'm checking it now. | Probably a thermo on the fritz.

Get it fixed and have somebody check out | Freight Elevator 15. It's got a stutter in it.

15? Sure.

Wait up!

Great! I don't have to go | to that creepy school today.

Oh, no.

Come on, we'll cut them off at the pass.

Our 50 elevators will be carrying...

approximately 12,000 passengers a day...

swiftly and conveniently, | to our many shops, offices...

condominiums, and restaurants.

Come on!

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, | to a glimpse of the future.

Taxi!

It's hotter than Hell out here.

There they are.

Look, there's that snot Donna | and her yucky little cousin.

- They're late again. | - Cool it, Marcie.

Hi, Donna.

- Sorry. | - It's okay. Your turn on Monday.

You get two fun-filled weeks | to pilot the Enterprise.

- Two weeks? | - Two kids, two weeks.

- Just like me. | - Come on, Mom. We're going to be late.

- Okay. | - 'Bye.

In fact, we like to think we are a city, | a safe, efficient metropolis...

that will take us into the 21st century.

Hi, Mary.

Konnichiwa.

Did you forget to pay the heating bill? | It's freezing here.

I know, it's strange. It's warmer outside.

Why are they moving the Tods?

Takamitsu doesn't want them | intermingling with his work, darling.

Is he going to be responsible...

for $26,000 worth | of postmodern neo-abstraction?

You're the one who gave him carte blanche.

Is everything set? | Caterers, brochures, music?

Everything is set. | Calm down, go sit down and relax.

Nothing is gonna go wrong.

- Not over there! | - That's where he told us to put it.

- Take it easy. | - Watch it!

Got it!

It's okay. We got it.

Nothing's going to go wrong.

- You're coming to my party tonight? | - I don't think so.

- How come? | - She can't come to our party tonight.

She has to stay upstairs | and take care of Carol Anne.

Because her mother's having her own party | tonight. I heard her mother tell Mom.

- It's my party, not ours. | - Listen, mouth, Pat's not my mother.

And if I wanted to come | to your brother's party, I could.

- You got a second? | - Yeah, what's up, Nate?

Come here, let me show you something.

All right. Where are we going?

What? Somebody broke the mirror. | Replace it.

Not just this panel. Every panel from | the concourse all the way up to the top.

You guys have to see this.

Ice.

Now, how the hell could that happen?

I kind of hoped you'd tell us, Mr. Gardner.

Sally, call the heating | and air conditioning contractor.

Tell Stan to get to my office | with a schematic for the ventilation system.

- Pronto. | - Yes, sir, Mr. Gardner.

How come you go to | the Seaton school for weirdoes?

It's for smart kids, not weirdoes.

That's why you don't go there.

- There she is. | - Yeah, okay.

Thank you, Mrs. Moyer.

- Seen any ghosts lately? | - Leave her alone.

- You a cop or something? | - Watch it, you little a**hole.

Shut the door.

You're so dclass.

Damn.

Yeah, I know. | The kids have started teasing her.

I was hoping we could keep her ghosts | in my closet.

This doesn't make my job any easier.

- That's why you get the big bucks, Doc. | - Funny, Deborah.

- You could call in an exorcist. | - Funnier.

I'm really sorry | you're not coming to the party.

I kind of hoped...

you were.

Scott, my knight in shining acne.

Shut up, and leave them alone.

Maybe we could catch a movie | tomorrow night.

Maybe. Call me.

He's still panting.

I wish Dusty would pant that way for me.

Jeff's constantly in heat.

I practically have to muzzle him every night. | It's a real drag.

Maybe he could give Dusty ideas?

- I don't know if you could handle it. | - It'll be totally radical to try.

Get a grip, giris.

This...

is the Second Piano Concerto by Chopin.

I'll bet all of you probably think...

this was written by some old geezer | who looked like Dr. Seaton.

Well, it wasn't. In fact...

Freddy Chopin composed this | when he was only 19 years old...

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