The Cider House Rules: The Making of an American Classic Page #2

Share the snowballs.

Fuzzy. Fuzzy.

Listen to you.

You've been running.

Hey, over here!

Look! Pick me!

I know the type.

They'll take one of the babies.

Mary Agnes.

Come here.

Don't run.

Fuzzy.

Curly.

John.

Hazel.

Andy.

They wanted a girl,

Curly.

Nobody ever wants me.

Oh, hey.

Hey, come on.

Come here.

You know, you're one

of the best, Curly.

And we wouldn't let

just anyone take you.

Dr. Larch wouldn't let

just anyone take any of us.

Well, that's true.

- Nobody's asked for me, have they?

- Nobody special enough, Curly.

You mean somebody has?

Only the right people

can have you.

Now what do you say

we go unpack your suitcase?

- It's movie night tonight, Curly.

- Okay.

Look. Kong thinks

she's his mother.

- His mother?

- He thinks she's his mother.

- He doesn't think

she's his mother, Fuzzy.

- He does so. He loves her.

- That's why he holds her.

- Shh, Fuzzy.

Fuzzy, how can she

be his mother?

He just thinks she is.

They want to replace me.

The board of trustees

wants to replace me.

They just want you

to hire some new help.

We don't need any more help.

Some new things would be useful.

- Yuck!

Aw, come on.

- Homer, I need you.

- Happens every time.

Kong, Kong, Kong,

Kong, Kong, Kong!

Thought you'd taken care of this.

Always breaks in the same place.

- It's your splice, isn't it?

- No, it is your splice.

You blame me for everything.

Angela, we need a new movie,

a new projector, a new typewriter.

That's what needs replacing

around here.

- Wilbur, we have a delivery.

- Homer, would you get this one?

She's a patient, right?

She should see a doctor.

Homer, you are a skilled

and gifted surgeon...

with near perfect obstetrical

and gynecological procedure.

I just mean that I'd rather

fix the movie tonight.

Okay, sure.

You splice,

I'll deliver.

Come on, Fuzz.

Let's go. Let go. Come on.

Homer, doesn't King Kong

think the woman is his mother?

- That's right, Fuzz.

That's what Kong thinks.

- That's why Kong loves her.

It's your turn.

I'll get this.

Okay.

Story time!

The Personal History

of David Copperfield.

Chapter one.

"I am born."

"Whether I shall turn out to be

the hero of my own life...

"or whether that station will be held

by anybody else, these pages must show.

"I was a posthumous child.

- "My father's eyes had closed

upon the light of this world...

Six months

when mine opened on it."

His father's dead, right?

That's right, Fuzz.

Is your father dead?

Cirrhosis.

It's a disease of the liver.

What, a liver killed him?

No, alcohol killed him.

He drank himself to death.

- But did you know him?

- Barely.

But it hardly mattered

that I knew him.

- Did you know your mother better?

- Mm-hmm.

She's dead now too.

She was a nanny.

What's a nanny do?

She looks after

other people's children.

- Did she grow up around here?

- No.

- She was an immigrant.

- What's an immigrant?

Someone not from Maine.

Let us be happy for Hazel.

Hazel has found a family.

Good night, Hazel.

Good night, Hazel.

I was dreaming about you.

How beautiful you were.

- Ah, you weren't.

- I was.

- And I was beautiful?

- You were.

You are.

It was fantastic.

It was just the ether,

Wilbur.

- Hi.

- Hey, Eddie, look at this.

- Homer, do you ever think about

trying to find your parents?

- Not really.

Why not?

Well, they never did the things

parents are supposed to do.

Dr. Larch did those things

and Nurse Edna and Nurse Angela.

Well, I wish I could

meet mine anyway, sometimes.

What for?

Well, I'd like to show 'em

that I could cook a little.

- Mm-hmm.

- And...

that I could drive a truck.

Mm-hmm.

Sometimes I wanna meet them so I can

kill them. Just sort of kill them.

You know I'd never

kill anyone, right?

- Mm-hmm. I know.

- Get away!

Get the hell off of me!

I think Mary Agnes

could kill someone.

- What the hell do you

think you're doing?

- I don't think so.

No, she's... she's just

an emotional girl.

What's she so emotional about?

She got left here

like the rest of us, didn't she?

Throw it to Copperfield.

I go first.

I'll be on Buster's team.

Look!

Her temperature is 104.

Scoot down.

Come on. Good girl.

That's a girl. Little more.

Dear child, it won't hurt when I look.

I'm just gonna look.

All right.

Dear child, did you, uh,

do something to yourself?

It wasn't me.

It wasn't me.

- Did you go to someone else?

- He said he was a doctor.

- I would never have stuck that

inside of me. It wasn't me.

- Listen, you've been very brave.

- I'm going to put you to sleep.

- It wasn't me.

Homer, I want you

to see this.

You won't feel it any more.

You've been very brave.

We'll make it deep.

- You sure?

- You bet.

The fetus is unexpelled.

Her uterus is punctured.

She has acute peritonitis,

and there's a foreign object.

I think it's a crochet hook.

Take this.

If she had come to you four months ago

and asked for a simple D&C,

what would you have done?

Nothing!

This is what doing nothing gets you.

It means that somebody else

is gonna do the job, some moron

who doesn't know how.

I wish you'd have

come to me, dear child.

What did she die of?

She died of secrecy.

- She died of ignorance.

- Oh.

Homer, if you expect people to be

responsible for their children,

you have to give them the right to

decide whether or not to have children.

- Wouldn't you agree?

- How about expecting people

to be responsible enough...

to control themselves

to begin with?

How about this child?

You expect her to be responsible?

I'm not talking about her.

I'm talking about adults.

You know who I mean.

- What?

- It's just... It's just a marvel to me...

that you still have such

high expectations of people.

- I'm happy I amuse you.

- Look at it this way.

What choice does Buster have?

What are his options?

- Nobody will ever adopt him.

- Look at it this way.

Buster and I are sitting here

right beside you. We could have

ended up in the incinerator.

Happy to be alive under any

circumstances. Is that your point?

Happy to be alive?

Yeah, I guess so.

- You're it.

- Pass it over here.

- So many children.

Are they all orphans?

- Well, it is an orphanage.

- Who wants chocolate?

- I want some chocolate.

Hi. Okay.

They're getting in the car.

Watch your fingers.

Hi.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I'm the best.

- You are?

Wow! The best?

The best at what?

- I'm the best one.

- The best one, huh?

- I'm the best one of all the kids.

- You are?

He seems like

the best one.

Well, let's see if we can take care

of that. Can you blow?

I really am the best.

I just have a cold.

Sorry. They're not used

to seeing a car like this.

Ah, it's okay.

I don't mind.

Come on.

Come on. Let's get out.

Come on now.

- Oh, sure you can. Come on.

- Good morning.

- Morning.

- Dr. Larch.

- Candy.

- Hi, I'm Wally. I brought

some chocolates for the kids.

Chocolates? How thoughtful.

Come on, Curly.

- So, Mrs...

- Candy.

Candy Kendall.

Wally. Wally Worthington.

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