Stay Hungry Page #3

Homosexual?

Uh-huh.

I can only

speak for myself...

but if you want me

to prove it...

- More fish?

- No.

Do you know

the Russian writer Turgenev?

He's so moving.

I just feel too much, Joe.

See, the Junior League--

Which, by the way, Craig,

I'm no longer a member of--

The Junior League

teaches you to...

to respect and to love

all of God's little creatures.

Even this little thing here.

The boat's back.

I'm gonna ski the course, Joe.

That's a wonderful idea.

I think I'll go, too.

Why don't you stay here

and keep me company?

I think I'm going, too.

I'll see y'all later.

- What's the course?

- Slalom, downriver.

- Mind if I come with you?

- You know how?

I'll give it a try.

How'd you get so good?

I had to do something

to get out of Prattville.

Did you ski professionally?

Skied Cypress Gardens last year.

Best damn time I ever had.

You'll never get up on that.

Use this one.

All right. Why'd you quit?

I didn't. I broke my ankle.

Wait, Mary Tate.

Let me explain about Dorothy.

Hey, look. You don't have

to worry about me.

I won't mess

with your little lady.

That's not what I meant.

Then what did you mean?

Dorothy and l, we've been...

We've been friends

for a long time. This is--

Hey, Swamp...

that's a real pretty house

you live in.

I've been meaning

to tell you that.

To hell with the course.

Let's just ski.

Your friend Buell,

he taught me a lovely song.

Y'all want to hear my song?

Oh, God. What a song.

Oh

Oh, my number's one

And the fun has just begun

Roll me over, lay me down

Do it again

Roll me over in the clover

I'm not getting out of the car.

I had too good of a time.

Me, too. Thank you, Joe.

What a lovely day.

Craig, do you mind

taking Mary Tate home?

Uh... no.

Good night, honey.

Get a good night's rest.

Well, what about her foot?

Why don't you put the top up?

It's getting chilly.

Joe, thanks a lot.

Oh, Craig.

Dorothy, I'll see you tomorrow.

Isn't that

what they call pimping?

There's no telling where

you're taking me now.

I'll take you

to the Dobbs House...

to get us

some eggs and some coffee.

Sure. Sure.

Well, the Dobbs House

is not where I want to go.

Mary Tate?

Mary Tate?

How's that foot of yours?

It's OK.

Let me take a look at it.

Does this hurt here

when I do that?

A little.

Here, relax your foot.

Did you know

every part of the foot...

corresponds

to a part of the body?

Did you know that?

Here's your spine right here.

Feel that?

And your lungs over here.

And here's your liver.

You may not be able

to feel this, but that's it.

That's your liver.

Where's my mouth?

It's right here.

Hey...

you lied to me.

What?

You told me

you was a businessman.

Shoot.

You ain't no businessman.

You look like some kind

of white hunter to me.

Oh, those.

You really like

the way you look, huh?

That's about all I've got

to show for the last two years.

Those were all new experiences.

I just hung those pictures

up there...

to remember

what getting them was like.

Oh.

You understand, don't you?

I think I can handle it.

Excuse me, sir.

Oh, no.

William, it's all right.

This is Mary Tate Farnsworth.

How about some breakfast?

In bed, sir?

Well, no, we'll have it

in the dining room for a change.

Yes, sir.

What's the deal

between you and Joe?

There ain't no deal.

What does that mean?

I kind of got the impression

he set this whole thing up.

Oh, you think so.

Well, nobody sets me up.

Breakfast is ready, Mr. Blake!

Joe and I lived together once,

that's all.

- No brothers?

- Nope.

- No sisters?

- No.

Cousins?

I've got 137 cousins.

Where do they all fit

at Christmas time?

They all live around here,

up in the hill here.

Downtown we call this

the mountain.

I know.

How'd your folks die?

They were on their way

to North Carolina...

in my father's plane.

Pilot flew into a mountain

in the fog.

I was camped up

on Pyramid Peak...

at the time in the Rockies.

They were dead for two weeks...

before my uncle

finally located me.

And then I moved in here

in November.

How come you need

such a big place?

Well, I don't.

It's... it's just that...

it's been in the family

for so long...

And you don't know what

to do with it, do you?

No.

William, I'm sorry.

It was a mistake.

Everything's fine.

The biscuits still warm, sir?

Everything's fine.

Listen, he's working on it.

Now, that much I know.

But he hasn't

actually bought it yet, huh?

I don't know. I haven't seen him

in a couple of days.

He might've been out of town.

It's been ten days, see...

and we got this architect

over in Atlanta...

keeps billing us...

just like he don't know

who Craig Blake is.

Now, all of us know...

Ol' Craig is slicker

than snot on a doorknob.

But if he's having any trouble

with that dude...

you tell him.

If that's what the problem is...

we could help out some way.

Yeah, I'll tell him.

You do that, Hal.

Deal up there, Walter Jr.

Five-card stud.

Same as what we were playing.

I was winning.

I'm anted up.

My red's right there.

Give me a good hand,

will you, Walt Jr.?

I'm tired of losing.

You didn't eat

your fortune cookie.

I never read

my fortune cookies.

Give it to me, then,

I want it.

No. It's mine.

I save them. Don't.

I have a whole trunkful of

Chinese fortune cookies at home.

When I'm old, one day

I'm gonna open them all up...

and see how my life turned out.

Hey, Swamp...

Baby, come here.

Come over here.

Look at that picture...

on the second floor,

right there in the middle.

- You like that?

- Yeah, I do.

Just wait right there, sugar.

What you mean, wait?

Hello?

Hello?

Hey, friend...

what do you call that action?

Trying to take

a painting off a wall.

I'd tend to call it stealing.

It's not stolen yet.

What did you do,

rivet it on here?

I can't get security.

Damn switchboard's closed.

You're working late, aren't you?

There we go.

Who the hell are you, anyway?

You can't be a burglar.

There's something familiar

about your face.

I am, too, a burglar.

Hell, no, you're not. Hey!

You're one of the Blakes.

It just came to me.

I've seen your picture

a hundred times...

in the social pages.

I even had a date

with your cousin Victoria once.

I'm Fred Kroop.

Fred Kroop?

No, you got the wrong fella.

Hey!

You got to sign out.

I never did sign in.

You can't be here

unless you signed in.

Now, sign out.

Look, like I told you,

I forgot to sign in.

Where'd you get that picture?

From a fella named Kroop.

Look, if it's

that important to you...

I'll sign in and out

at the same time, how's that?

What you'll do is come with me

up to Mr. Kroop's office.

Something ain't right here.

I've got an appointment to make.

Something definitely

ain't right.

All right,

let's make this quick.

Hey!

You are crazy.

You're absolutely crazy.

Some flowers for m'lady.

Let's get out of here.

It's sunflowers.

I thought it was a lion.

You'd never, ever, ever

get away with this...

in Prattville,

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