Terms of Endearment Page #4

Of course not.

I thought you were 52.

She's really 52.

Come on, how do you expect

to fool a family doctor?

- It seems to me she said her age.

- Thank you.

The number doesn't matter,

but the effort to conceal it does.

- Why does he keep talking?

- Dr Ratcher...

I'm trying to do some good here!

- The way to adjust to old age...

- Doctor...

I think you're confused,

being recently widowed and all.

You OK?

Let's give her some privacy.

Yeah? The door's open.

Just a minute.

Well, hello.

Hi.

I was curious if you still wanted

to take me to lunch.

I wasn't aware that we...

A few years back,

you invited me to lunch.

A few years back?

I wondered if the invitation

still exists. Would you like to?

Do lunch.

- Not dinner, remember. It was lunch.

- Why not? No.

Good.

When?

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow?

All right. All right.

Good.

Twelve thirty?

Twelve.

Good.

Thank you.

Thanks.

If you mind the open air,

I could get the top.

No. Don't worry.

Grown women are prepared

for life's little emergencies.

Us going out together...

Not bad, huh?

Do you think...? Do you think

you could possibly put the top up?

The top's at home in the garage.

Hello, there. How are you?

How are you, Ali?

It's nice to see you.

Fred, that we met at that bar.

He asked me out.

- Oh, God.

- We went to the Cadillac Bar.

It's a fun place if you're with

the right people, but I wasn't.

Well...l'm starving!

No hidden meaning in that remark.

Well... Would you like an oyster?

No.

- Thank you.

- It's good.

I think that is extremely rude,

noticing other women

when you're with me.

I...

think we're going

to have to get drunk.

I don't get drunk,

and I don't care for escorts who do.

You got me into this.

You're just gonna have to trust me

about this one thing.

You need a lot of drinks.

To break the ice?

To kill the bug that you have

up your ass.

May I get you something?

Yes, I think I will have some

bourbon, preferably Wild Turkey.

Yes?

You're not fun, by any chance,

are you?

I don't really think we should think

about that right now.

Impatient boys

sometimes miss dessert.

We both got here at the same time!

Hi, Sam. How are you?

It's nice to see you.

It's always so nice to see you.

I can hardly believe it.

You, too.

What I didn't expect

was there to be moments

where I'd forget to be scared

someone would see us together.

Sam, you don't have to be scared.

I mean, contemplating sin

is all we've done, it's OK.

Oh. I'm glad that you've been

contemplating it, too.

I didn't know that.

Well, all these lunches,

all this hand holding?

I'm not going back to the bank

this afternoon.

I have to go out

and inspect a new house.

It's pretty far out,

and, well...it's empty.

- I gotta pick up my kids at five.

- Oh, OK.

Well, I understand.

Look, don't give it a thought.

Emma, I haven't made love

to a woman...

in almost three years.

How come?

My wife has a disc problem.

And she can't take having...

any weight on her.

Sam, I hope you don't mind me

asking you this, but...

have you ever thought of

your wife getting on top?

Oh, she wouldn't do that.

She may surprise you.

No, I don't think so.

It would be so unlike her.

- Did you ask?

- About 600 times.

What are you thinking?

Tell me, do you prefer Texas to lowa?

- What were you really thinking?

- Really, that's what I was thinking.

I don't know, there seems to be

an absence of wildness, you know?

Even in the people!

Well, we're farmers and we talk poor,

because the farmer aspect is

"don't let anybody know

you have anything"

and "don't call attention

to yourself".

My wife says... Well, I guess

we shouldn't talk about Dottie.

Wind in the hair! Lead in the pencil!

Feet controlling the universe!

Breedlove at the helm!

Just keep pumping that throttle!

Keep giving it that gas!

I see the Gulf of Mexico below me!

I'm not enjoying this!

Give it a chance.

I am going to stop!

Fly me to the moon!

How are you?

It's not my fault, but I'm sorry.

If you wanted to get me on my back,

you just had to ask me.

My hand!

Get it out of there!

- I can't! I swear!

- Get it out!

- I swear to God!

- Out!

We were having such a good time

and you had to go do this!

Please, anything!

Bend down! Bend down!

- Why did you have to get drunk?

- I am not drunk...any more!

The pain sobered me up.

Emma, this is terrible to ask -

are you thinking about your husband?

- I was a little.

- We can go back.

No, Sam. Stop it.

Look, I want to do this.

I'm glad I don't know whether

Flap's been with someone else.

I'd hate to think I was doing this

just to get even.

Oh, just... Look... Great! Fine.

Great!

You're parked in my driveway!

You're breaking the law!

Thank you!

Would you like to come in?

I'd rather stick needles in my eyes.

Everything would have been just fine

if you hadn't gotten drunk.

I just didn't want you to think

I was like one of your other girls.

Not much danger in that unless you

curtsy on my face real soon.

Garrett!

What makes you so insistent

on shocking and insulting me?

I mean, I really hate that

way of talking. You must know that.

Why do you do it?

I'll tell you, Aurora.

I don't know what it is

about you, but...

you do bring out the devil in me.

Where are you?

In the laundry room

so nobody could hear.

Sam, I can't hear you, either.

Wait a minute.

We're getting a quieter cycle.

- OK.

- Can you hear me now?

- Yeah.

- Good. Is it bad to call?

No, I'm in the market

for a little sweet talk.

- Mom, I have to go!

- Just a minute.

- What?

- Really!

Hurry up.

- What is it?

- Just how absolutely good I feel.

And even though I'm scared,

and we've committed adultery,

no matter what happens,

I'm just so grateful

to God or the devil

for...letting me

feel this way again.

I'm so glad you told me that.

- Don't flush!

- You told me always to!

Not this time.

- Emma, is it OK? Can you talk?

- No, it's all right.

- Can I hold Melanie?

- Yes.

- Honey, is everything OK?

- What?

- Is everything OK?

- Everything's fine.

Oh, yeah. Everything's fine.

An emergency call from Mrs Aurora

Greenway in Houston for Emma Horton.

- Oh, no!

- She does that when the line's busy.

- Will you release?

- Of course. We were just talking.

Talk to you later, Sam. Bye.

Hi. How'd it go?

The astronaut is impossible.

An arrogant, self-centred,

and, yes, somewhat entertaining man

who has realised his ambition,

and is at last a spoiled child.

- A match made in heaven.

- Yeah, you'd think so, wouldn't you?

I don't think he wants to have

anything more to do with me.

- Oh, why?

- I don't wanna go into it.

- Cos you wouldn't go to bed?

- On a first date, Emma?

It's hardly a first date.

You've lived next door for 15 years.

- Why not say the real reason?

- What do you mean?

It's been that long

since you've done it.

Shut up! I mean it! Shut up!

Oh, it's just me.

- No.

- Call him!

- No! I'm hanging up.

- OK, I'm sorry.

- I'm hanging up.

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