Shoot The Moon Page #6

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- Oh, I know.

- How about a cup of coffee then, Frank?

- I'd love a cup of coffee.

Oh, good. Oh, Sher, why don't you

get out some of that nice brandy.

You'll have some brandy,

won't you, Frank?

Yeah, yeah, go ahead.

Sherry, go ahead and get the brandy.

- Which brandy is it?

- The one in the green bottle.

- That's Daddy's brandy.

- That's all right. Just get it, Sherry.

- I don't know, Faith. I had this wine and...

- Oh, no, no.

But the brandy makes the coffee

taste better and the coffee makes

the brandy taste better. I don't know.

Maybe it's the other way around.

Anyway, why don't you

just have some, Frank?

Will you join me?

Yeah. I'll join you, of course.

- I think I'll do the dishes.

- Oh, that's all right, honey. Leave them.

It's time for you to go to bed, anyway.

Go to bed? It's only 10:00.

Sherry, you've got school tomorrow.

How about a big glass of brandy, Sherry?

Milk!

Can you get it yourself, honey?

- What's this "honey" sh*t all of a sudden?

- Sherry, that's enough of that.

Good night, Frank.

I'll see you in the morning.

- Okay.

- And I'll see you soon.

Good night.

- Here's one for you, one for me.

- Thank you.

How about a cigar to go with that, Frank?

Well, no, thank you,

I really don't smoke cigars.

No. Well, I...

I haven't got any...

Come on, Mom,

you know what he smokes.

That's great. I'd love a cigar.

Oh, good.

Well, they're just in the other room.

- Okay.

- I'll be... I'll be right back.

You want me to stay here

or come with you or...

Oh, no, no. You stay... You stay there.

You're comfortable, aren't you, Frank?

Comfortable?

Makes no difference to me.

- Good. I'll be right back.

- Okay.

Oh, I'm sorry. Well, I mean...

- Well, here's your cigars.

- I can't smoke all of them.

I know. I'm sorry.

- Any one'll do.

- This one?

Sure.

- Yeah.

- In your mouth, huh?

Thanks. Excuse me.

Well...

- You got any music?

- Music?

- I see you got a stereo.

- Oh, yeah. Sure, we have some.

How about the March of the Children

from The King and I?

- I don't believe I know that one.

- No, I'm just kidding. It's a joke.

It's one of Molly's favorites.

- Oh, yeah, I love this song.

- Yeah, it's great.

You wanna dance?

Dance?

- Don't you dance?

- Not in a long time.

Why?

Oh...

- I'm just a little nervous.

- Nervous?

- Scared.

- Why?

'Cause it's been a long time

since I've danced

or been alone with a man

other than my husband.

Can I kiss you?

No, I don't think so.

I mean, yes.

- Timmy's coughing.

- I'll go.

I'll do it. You stay where you are, love.

- What's the matter, Timmy?

- I can't breathe.

- Do you want some Coke?

- It's too warm.

Good for your stomach.

I think I have to throw up.

Well, don't. Come on, come on, come on.

It's okay, it's okay.

- Where's Mom?

- She's sleeping.

- Where's Daddy?

- What do you mean, Timmy?

- Daddy.

- He's in Los Angeles. You know that.

- You're sleeping over?

- Yes. Of course I am.

Don't you want to go home

and be with your own children?

Thanks.

He's okay now.

You coming back to bed?

- I would have gone.

- That's okay. You always go.

Sean never did.

Do you miss him?

Never.

Even when I was with him, I was Ionely.

I never have that feeling with you.

And I knew I wouldn't

as soon as we got going.

I don't like being alone.

I mean, I can stand it, of course, but...

I want a friend.

You're my friend, George.

I like you.

I love you.

And if you don't come through,

I'll find somebody else.

Mom, I'm having an appendicitis attack!

- Sherry, you have a fever.

- No, Mom, it's my pancreas!

- Pancreitis.

- Go back to bed.

- It's gallstones, Mom, believe me.

- Oh, Sherry, you do not have gallstones.

Now, just go to bed

and drink the tea with honey,

and I'll make you a nice rice pudding.

- Mom, I don't want a nice rice pudding!

- All right, then, Sherry.

Don't have a nice rice pudding.

I hate Daddy.

What's the matter?

I hate Daddy.

Sherry?

Are you all right?

Why did Daddy leave us?

Well, I don't think he left you.

I think he left me.

- I'm never getting married.

- Oh, Sherry, don't say that.

What's the point?

Well, when two people love each other...

It's... I don't know.

It's like going through doors and...

At first,

you go through the doors together.

And...

Then one person gets ahead.

But if they love each other,

why don't they wait for each other?

I don't know.

- It's all Daddy's fault.

- No, Sherry, it's no one's fault.

No one's to blame. It's just time.

Do you wish for you and Daddy?

No.

- You and Frank?

- No.

You stopped wishing?

Oh, no, I hope I never stop wishing.

No, it's just that when you get older,

you learn to take things as they come.

- Your Daddy always says...

- What does Daddy say?

"Wishes are sometimes all that we have."

What do you mean, what'd I get?

I get what I always get.

Hey, what... Where did you get those?

- Didn't you want them? I got a whole box.

- She stole them, Mom.

- Why did you do that?

- I like them.

- Well, you can just put them right back.

- But I can't.

- Why not?

- I ate nine already.

Oh, let me see those.

Oh, honey, are you all right?

Come on, Molly, what are you doing?

You know I have to go

into Mr. Millers' every day,

- and you know I can't do that.

- Hi, Sandy.

- Hi, kids!

- This is Sandy, Mom.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Bye, Sandy.

- Bye.

Bye.

What do you think, Mom?

Do you think she's pretty?

I don't think she's pretty. She's all skinny.

She looks like a clothes hanger.

I don't know. I kind of like her clothes.

They're designer clothes,

aren't they, Mom?

- Get in and shut up!

- I don't think she liked her clothes.

- Yeah, just give me a lighter.

- This is very cool here.

Can I have the cigarette in my mouth?

No, will you put it in my mouth?

Faith!

- What are you?

- I'm not gonna give it to you then.

- Put it in my mouth. Go ahead.

- Why are you doing this?

Faith!

I'll get it later. I'll get it later. Later!

Oh, God. Oh, dear.

- Where's Sherry?

- She went to the city.

Mother took her to the ballet

for her birthday.

Oh, I see.

- What's that?

- Frank's lunch. He loves Syrian bread.

- What is he, an Arab?

- No. He's not an Arab.

- I brought Sherry the typewriter.

- What?

The typewriter I told you about.

The one for her birthday.

Oh! Oh, yeah, that's great.

- No, I want to give it to her.

- Okay.

- Okay, I'll be back.

- All right, sounds good.

Incidentally, the next time

Sherry goes out of town...

- Yeah?

...I'd like to know.

Out of town? She's just with my mother

for her birthday, George.

I'm really sorry.

- That's the tennis court?

- That's it.

That clay's gonna run like molasses.

You should have used en-tout-cas.

En-tout-cas?

Well, if I could spell it, I would've used it.

Tennis courts are tricky things.

You can't just rush into them.

And if you're gonna build one,

you might as well do it right.

Frank and I are doing just fine,

thank you, George.

I'll bet you are.

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