Say Anything... Page #4

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. . .for the tax years

Jesus. What, I live in

a palace, right?

I have guests here.

-Understand the following--

-Speak with my lawyer.

You won't answer questions?

Just come down to my office.

I have guests.

We will be contacting a number

of your business associates. . .

-This evening is over.

-. . .and your former wife.

Mom, please.

I do have a history with this man,

and it's not the greatest.

I see you so seldom.

I'd rather hear about you.

This is me telling you about me.

I don't know if you have a boyfriend.

What could be more important

than what's going on with Dad?

If we could talk about boys,

everything would be so much easier.

Your room is always ready.

You can always come home if you want.

All right. What do you want me to do?

If they ask you questions. . .

. . .would you please say

something nice about him, Mom?

Help him?

-All right.

-You will?

Okay. Oh, here's Ray.

Talk to him. When you don't,

your mouth turns down. Hi!

Hello, pretty ladies.

Hi, Diane.

Hi, Ray.

What are you doing after work?

I have a break after dinner,

if you wanna stop by.

-Wanna do something later?

-I know you think my job's strange.

-You don't like old people, do you?

-Sure I do.

Come on.

I used to work at a smorgasbord.

Old people came, and they love to eat.

They jammed their mouths, ate with

their mouths open and it was too much.

You think about how short life is. . .

. . .and how maybe life has no meaning.

You're frying burgers.

Then you're like 60, you die

and what are you doing?

I don't need to think about it.

That's the reason I was. . . .

But I'm not sure I'm right.

That's ageism, being prejudiced

against people because they're old.

-Maybe their mouths don't work well.

-Really?

Well, you're really

turning me around here.

I was looking at it

the wrong way, I think.

-Should I still come by?

-Stop by later.

-Okay. I will.

-Okay. Bye.

I'll see you later. Bye.

You have to meet Bess.

She's amazing. She's 93.

She's a writer.

-And I told her about you.

-You told her about me?

What did you say?

Just meet her.

This is Bess. Lloyd, Bess.

You're too tall.

She likes you.

Okay, how you doing?

I'm Lloyd.

We're gonna watch Cocoon. I haven't

seen it but I hear it's good.

I hear it makes you happy,

so I figure that's a good film to see.

Some older people go to space--

Hope I didn't spoil it.

It hasn't started yet, Mr. Taylor.

-Thank you.

-Good!

-You gonna stay?

-Sure.

-Why can't I eat popcorn anymore?

-I'll get you something.

Okay. So here we go with Cocoon.

-So they're cool.

-That was good.

I feel so bad being with you.

I feel like I should be spending

more time with my dad.

Half the time I'm with you,

I'm thinking of other things.

Everybody does that.

I just don't want it to get too heavy.

I feel really overloaded.

I have a theory that good things

always happen with bad things.

I know you have to deal with them

at the same time but I just--

I don't know why they have

to happen at the same time.

I wish I could work out a schedule.

Am I babbling? Know what I mean?

I just can't have a social life now.

Don't worry, we're just

having coffee. We'll be anti-social.

-Be friends?

-Yeah. With potential.

Friends with potential.

Keep going in first.

Feel the clutch. Put it in a little.

It'll come out. Then you'll feel--

A little more.

That's right. Go around, in first.

Keep it in first.

It's kind of all right.

When you feel you're confident,

if you'll just ease into second. . . .

All right. Well, put it--

-Am I wrecking my car?

-You are a little bit.

But listen. . .

. . .when you feel it start to give,

put the clutch in.

-I was putting the gas on when--

-Because-- Little more gas.

Ease it out. All right.

Don't worry. Minor setback.

You feel confident? You feel better.

Now go into second. Little more gas.

You'll get this. No problem.

Now, maybe, you downshift. First.

-Does this sound normal?

-As you get better, you'll hear less.

Brake.

Let's switch. Wanna switch?

I'll drive?

I'm sorry.

Let's go. You want to?

Are you comfortable?

Are you shaking?

You're shaking.

-I don't think so.

-You're cold.

-I don't think I am.

-Then why are you shaking?

I don't know.

I think I'm happy.

Here's some blanket.

Listen to this song.

It's a really good song.

Good morning.

-Dad, I'm sorry.

-You should be.

-I should have called.

-You bet you should have!

Don't make me call the police.

Don't make me call hospitals.

Dad, I'm so sorry.

I know this is a bad time.

I'm not asking what you did.

I wanna know. . .

-. . .if you're okay.

-I'm fine.

You wanna make things easier?

Tell me where you were.

This is bullshit!

-You can say anything to me, you know.

-I know that.

I spent the night with him.

-Lloyd?

-Dad, yes.

And I'm scared to death of what

you must think of me right now.

Sit down.

Dad, do you know what he did

the first night I went out with him?

We were walking across by the 7-1 1 . . .

. . .and he pointed out some glass

for me to walk around.

I think of that when people say,

"What are you doing with Lloyd?"

And I never get nervous around him.

So we started spending all

this time together, as friends.

But I could feel him getting anxious.

And then. . .

. . .I knew that there would be

a confrontation over getting physical.

He started to get that look

at the end of the night.

Do you know that look?

You know it will be an issue.

So I went through all the feelings

and arguments you go through. . . .

-Did he ever get rough with you?

-Dad, no.

But I didn't want any problems,

so I decided not to sleep with him.

But then I attacked him anyway.

It always feels good

to tell you the truth.

Because. . .

. . .if I can't share it with you,

it's almost like it didn't happen.

Did you sleep with her?

-I admit nothing.

-It's us.

-Look at his face. He did the deed.

-You're an inspiration, Lloyd.

All right, calm down.

Nothing's different.

Lloyd, listen to me. Everything

has changed. You've had sex.

Nothing will ever be the same

between you two.

You might be 60, you'll see her,

talk to her, whatever--

But what you'll really

be thinking is, "We had sex. "

-Your point?

-Do something special.

-You gotta make a statement.

-Wait--

Show her respect.

Show her you're not like Joe.

-Wait--

-Above all. . .

. . .just because this happened

gives you no right--

-You never let me talk.

-What? I'm sorry. Talk.

Forgot what I was gonna say.

Okay, I remember.

-Let him do what he wants.

-All right.

Send her flowers

or write her a letter.

I already did.

-What's it say?

-Just read it.

I can read it?

Oh, man.

"Dear Diane:

I'll always be there for you.

All the love in my heart. . .

. . .Lloyd. "

I've never gotten a letter

like this. Have you?

-I dream about it.

-So, what do you think?

-You think I'm--?

-Get ready for greatness, Lloyd.

The Cynthia Bramson estate

was worth how much?

-Her family--

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