The Birdcage Page #4
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- Year:
- 1996
- 117 min
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And what about Albert? How do you
make Albert into a housewife?
Well, you'd have to send him away.
We'd never get him past the Keeleys.
Dad, we have to get rid of a few things.
What things?
Well, that, for example.
Neptune?
That's a classic.
And this.
The Kirby?
That's art!
And how about that?
That better?
Look, it's not just one
or two things, okay? It's everything.
We're going to have
to tone this down a little.
Just make it a bit more
like other people's homes.
I see.
So we need a total redecoration...
so we can be
more like other people.
And you're going to
have to try to...
...you know--
change your mannerisms a little.
- What are you saying?
- Just be a little less obvious.
I'm obvious.
I just had the walls
sponge painted, Val.
You better come downstairs.
She's trying to take his gum away.
I'll be right down.
Yes, I wear foundation.
Yes, I live with a man.
Yes, I'm a middle-aged fag.
But I know who I am, Val.
It took me 20 years to get here.
I won't let some idiot senator
destroy that.
F*** the senator.
I don't give a damn what he thinks.
Still outside the home of
Senator Kevin Keeley...
Still outside the home of
Senator Kevin Keeley...
the co-founder of
the Coalition for Moral Order...
...waiting for Senator Jackson's
colleague, Senator Kevin Keeley.
At this point, we don't know
if the senator is at home...
at the home of Senator Robert Dole.
We're here at what
they're calling Camp Keeley...
waiting for the senator
to put in an appearance.
The senator was co-founder
of the Coalition for Moral Order...
with Senator Eli Jackson.
The senator has been besieged here,
outside his palatial estate...
by a virtual army of media,
waiting for...
some comment
on the unfortunate events of late.
Where you driving him?
South Beach, Florida.
Folks, there have been a lot
of tasteless jokes going around...
about the death of Senator Jackson.
And here's another one.
Join Jay on 'The Tonight Show'
with guests Yasser Arafat and Kate Moss.
This is unbearable.
Kevin, no!
I'm going down the ladder.
I can't face the press.
Have the chauffeur
pick me up by the orchard.
No! I don't want to go
out there alone!
Barbara will be with you.
It's not you they're after.
Daddy!
I'm going down the back way.
What about your announcing
Barbara's wedding to the Coleman boy?
Not before we meet them.
What if they change their mind?
Let go of me.
I'll meet you in the car.
- He's leaving his home.
- Senator Keeley!
Senator, will this cost you votes?
What's the future
of the Coalition?
What about the rumors
Senator Jackson was on lithium?
Uh, gentlemen... and ladies...
I am, as are all my colleagues...
Republican and Democrat,
liberal and conservative alike...
stunned and saddened
by the circumstances surrounding...
as well as the death itself.
My family and I...
are leaving town for a few days, uh,
for reasons that I cannot, uh...
To, um, plan an event.
An event which...
I cannot, uh...
Which may perhaps heal some of the...
bad, uh, things, that...
Senator Jackson's demise
has made us all...
feel.
Where are you going, Senator?
Where? To our farm. That's all
I'm going to say at this time.
- Did you know the girl?
- Where is the farm?
Agador?
Goddamn it.
What did I do?
We're redoing the apartment
for tomorrow night. Goddamn it.
This is for the in-laws, right?
Right. We have to get rid
of everything that's over the top.
That's a lot.
You'll have to get a uniform
and dress like a butler.
No.
I'll look like a fag.
But you'll look like
a fag in a uniform.
'Don't ask, don't tell.'
Start tomorrow morning.
I'll get Albert out early.
Where will I get a uniform?
I'll say, 'Albert, you must go
for a few days.'
Ay, Dio.
It'll be hard.
I got so much to do.
Pop.
Thank you.
Do me a favor, Val.
Don't talk to me for a while.
Kevin, please,
let's charter a plane.
No!
We can't get out of the car.
The second we get out of the car,
we'll be spotted.
How I love the sun.
Yes, it's glorious, isn't it?
You know, you could use some more sun.
Take a few days off. You look tired.
What do you mean?
Nothing.
Don't kill yourselves
with this thing.
Who put 'Playboy'
in the bathroom?
Leave it.
It's what they read.
Don't add.
Just subtract.
Please hurry. This place has
to look respectable by six.
Cyril, that's too short.
I want that nice Armani break
in the front.
But don't just pull it. Do it
down there. I got high-waters here.
That's it.
- But you must have meant something.
Tired means old. 'You look tired'
means you look old.
'You look rested'
means you had collagen.
You look wonderful.
Let's go shopping.
No, I want to go home.
On a day like this?
I'll buy you anything you want.
Anything?
I'll have to change my shoes.
- I'll buy you some.
- I need peds.
- I'll buy you sandals.
- What's going on? Why can't we go home?
Nothing.
Nothing.
Then I'll see you upstairs.
What?
- I hurt my thing.
- Your what?
My ankle. I don't think
I can make it upstairs.
Wait here.
I'll bring down some ice.
No, no!
Why not?
Oh, my arm!
My arm.
I hate it when you get hysterical.
Don't leave me!
What is that?
I got it from the antique store
next door. Too butch?
Don't add.
You're blocking my way.
Put the moose on the patio.
Don't be such a baby.
Be careful!
I can't move any faster.
Lean on me.
I need a doctor.
Don't be silly.
It isn't even swollen.
We should go to the emergency room.
You're overreacting. Don't be
such a baby. Just sit down on...
We've been robbed.
Albie, no.
I've just taken a few things out.
They'll be returned
by the time you're back.
Back?
Where am I going?
You didn't tell him.
What?
Tell me what?
Val's fiancée is coming tonight
with her parents.
We thought it would...
be better if you weren't here.
I see.
I see.
It's just for tonight.
I understand.
It's all right, my darling.
It's nothing.
It's painful...
but it's not important.
I'm leaving.
It's just one night, Albert.
The monster...
the freak is leaving.
You're safe.
That went well.
Albert!
Will you listen?
Go away. I hate you!
I never want to see you again.
My heart is breaking.
Please, don't cry.
It's okay. You can stay.
I won't stay
where I'm not wanted.
Where I can be thrown out
on a whim without legal rights.
I have the palimony papers.
You're lying again.
This is too much for me.
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