The Butcher's Wife Page #3
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1991
- 107 min
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she is so wise.
Stella...
a woman as intelligent
and insightful as yourself...
doesn't need some clairvoyant
to tell you how to live your life.
That's why we're here.
Do you really think
she's clairvoyant?
- Hi.
- Good evening.
Who did that to your window?
Maybe I should do something
like that at the store.
About those shoes...
Oh, they are so cozy.
You're working in them?
What's that for?
Supper...
for you and a friend.
Friends I got plenty of.
It's love that's left me wanting.
Well, don't despair.
It takes as long as it takes.
What?
It bothers Leo when I get
to talking this way.
There's two faces.
No, it's one face
with two sides.
On one side...
there's violence.
But not to her. It's...
It's just to men who've
treated her unkindly.
On the other...
she's looking for love...
but she's confused...
'cause she...
well, 'cause she's
just looking for...
she's just looking for it
in the wrong house.
God love her.
I can't wait.
You just stick close
to your front porch.
You're gonna be cooking
for two real soon.
Hey, do you think my husband would
like me in something like that?
I mean, it's just
so sophisticated, and...
you know.
No.
I think you look great.
What do I owe you?
Oh, goodness, nothing.
It's a gift.
Thanks.
- Thanks.
- See ya later.
Marina, there's a lot of nuts
in this city.
You don't want people
thinking you're one of them.
So, how about, like...
no more of this
hocus-pocus talk, huh?
Goodness, Leo, I'm just
trying to help out.
Honey, we're in the business
of selling meat, not giving advice.
I got to tell you,
it's giving me the creeps.
How come?
I...
You...
I got to go get a drink.
Hey, Leo.
I just heard the news.
How's married life?
Hit me, Luis, hard.
Darling!
Honey!
Come over here, sweetheart.
Molly, Gina.
How are you ladies this evening?
Fine. Come.
Sit down. It's for you.
Thank you.
So...
how's love everlasting?
Oh, we're just
smoothing out the creases.
Everything has a way of working
itself out, doesn't it?
A wedding present.
You need a mojo.
It's a sack of charms.
Some herbs, dried flowers,
a little spice.
Some roots, nut shells,
spider webs, candle wax.
Personally, I like cumin.
Yeah?
You use cumin?
I never use cumin.
Goat's hair is nice.
so what you see is...
What you end up getting.
Exactly.
Thank you, ladies.
You know, though...
what's meant to be
just can't be changed.
Hard times demand an open mind.
Wear it.
Nice shoes, Alex.
Jackie Gleason collection?
You like 'em?
By the way, I can't go away
with you and Robyn next weekend.
What do you mean you can't
go away next weekend?
Something came up.
I rented this house
five months ago.
I've been looking forward
to this weekend together.
It was unexpected.
We're supposed to relax
and have fun, goddamn it.
for Saturday night.
I already have a date,
thank you.
Oh, that's something else.
- Bring her along.
- I don't know who she is yet.
- I'm curious.
- Oh, no.
No, no.
You have a date with somebody...
but you don't know who it is.
- Shut up and putt.
- No.
I'm always interested
when my friends show...
early signs of dementia praecox.
Listen, Alex...
I know it sounds flaky,
but I met this wonderful woman...
and she says I'll be
cooking for two soon...
and I really want to believe her.
- Believe who?
- The butcher's wife.
I knew that one day...
one day...
I ran from you, Chauncey,
as far as I could.
So why do I keep ending up
back in your arms?
Because that's where
you were meant to be...
safe and warm
in my sweet embrace.
Come to Uncle Chauncey,
I only want
what's best for us.
I told you one of us
would end up hurt.
Why does everything
I touch die?
It's the gun, sweetheart.
- The gun.
- One little box he brings down!
A big man like that, he brings
one box! One teeny little box!
Let's load this thing up!
I can't believe it.
It's an awfully long distance
from Georgia.
Hey, Eugene.
I got this thing for you,
and I wanted to give it to you.
I wanted you to open it here.
- Thanks.
- Just a little present...
but it means something special to
me, and I wanted to give it to you.
Eugene, she's beautiful.
Come here.
I named her Rosalita.
She's so sweet.
Hey, Rosalita.
You like her?
Oh, she's beautiful.
Thank you so much.
Eugene, you're late!
Get your butt in gear now!
Go on.
Leo, if you want
to pass words with me...
will you please not
take it out on him?
Bless you.
Are you wearing some
new kind of perfume?
I think you may be allergic
to my new mojo.
Let me get you a tissue.
- Here you go.
- What the hell is that?
Oh, this is Rosalita.
Isn't she sweet?
What do you want
with a live chicken?
No, don't tell me.
Don't... Don't tell me.
I don't want to know.
Don't say nothing.
Just don't.
It's just a little chick.
the inside of a shrink's office.
It looks so normal.
I was expecting something
a little more psycho.
Pervy, you know?
Uh-huh.
How can I help you, Leo?
I don't need help.
I'm normal.
It's my wife.
I mean, I know we've only been
married for a couple of days...
but I think she might be nuts,
if you know what I mean.
Yes.
I think I have an idea.
Though "nuts" isn't a word
I'm comfortable with.
Me neither.
See, we got married real quick,
like the day we met.
She insisted.
Swear to God, she told me
I was the man of her dreams.
I had no idea
So we took some holy vows.
I believe a man
is only as good as his vows...
but now I think maybe she married me
'cause of these dreams of hers.
She believes in 'em, Doc.
It's not natural.
It could be some sort of complex
in her head, right?
Which means she's nuts.
And if she's nuts, how do I
even know if she loves me?
So I'm thinking...
dreams, nuts...
Sounds like your field.
And she's really
spooking me now, Doc.
She's got some live
chicken running around...
and she's wearing some
hojo around her neck.
You gotta cure her,
or we're in big trouble.
Doc, I been to Brooklyn.
I know about voodoo.
Hey, Leo.
- Where's the new missus?
- She's fine, thanks.
I said where.
Never mind.
Make sure she
gets this, okay?
Yeah, sure.
So when you going to
give it to her?
- Don't worry.
- Do I look worried?
It's a love token.
It'll seal your love forever.
Jesus.
Oh, Mrs. Lemke.
Did I...
Oh, boy. Did, I...
Did I leave the door unlocked?
Where's the couch?
I don't use a couch.
I don't know if you've ever been
in therapy before.
- That's my chair.
- Oh, it is?
Well, it's nice.
It's important you know...
that I can be
of absolutely no help...
unless you want to be here.
You, of course,
are free to go at any time.
I promised Leo I'd come.
Good. Why?
Well, I expect he thinks
I'm a little touched.
"Touched"? Interesting word.
What exactly does it mean to you?
Well, that's a fine question.
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