The Cider House Rules: The Making of an American Classic Page #5

any more pickin' clothes, ma'am.

- Uh-huh.

- Now don't be a party-pooper, Arthur.

I have

a beautiful blouse...

- Hey, Rose Rose.

- Homer.

- Hey.

- Hi.

How you feelin'?

When I'm not thinking

of Wally, I'm fine.

I'm not really good

at being alone.

Oh.

Feeling much better.

Thanks.

Hey, listen.

Maybe if you're free, you'd like to come

and have dinner at my dad's place?

- Okay.

- You haven't seen

a lobster yet, have you?

- No.

- Oh, good.

You're hungry, right?

- What is that?

- It's a drive-in

movie theatre.

- It's a movie outside?

- Yeah.

- Oh, can we see it?

- Okay.

- It's closed now

because of the blackouts.

- Oh.

It's so big.

You smoke?

You want a cigarette?

Okay.

Wally would kill me

if he saw me doin' this.

- There you go.

- Thanks.

So, you like movies?

Yes. Seen only one, though.

You've seen only one?

Which one?

Uh, King Kong.

It's really good.

Mmm. Oh.

Wilbur, it's a pie apple. Here, look.

See? Try one of those.

So he's an apple expert now,

is he?

Oh, my, yes.

That's a far superior taste.

And crisp too.

So many apples

are disappointingly mealy.

Wilbur, he picked these

for us himself.

You don't find it depressing

that Homer Wells is picking apples?

Or that he can't be bothered

to write us a proper letter?

Wilbur, it's a gift.

I'll show him a gift.

I'll send him a gift

he can use.

There goes

Jimmy Stewart on his way to enlist.

One of the most popular

stars on the screen.

Today he's Lieutenant Stewart,

U.S.A.

Crossing the equator, there's a lighter

side, as novices are introduced...

to the traditional realm

of King Neptune.

Boxing matches, helping relieve

the monotony of long, weary days at sea.

Well, it looked

like you liked it.

I did like it. All I said was,

it's no King Kong.

I mean, first she loved him,

then she didn't. Then no one

else could have him.

No, but she did love him.

How many women have you known?

And what did she

die of exactly?

She was torn apart.

She died of a broken heart.

Oh. Well, I just...

I need a better

medical explanation.

Torn apart. At least King Kong,

he knew what he wanted.

Hey, what you doin'

with that Candy, Homer?

Makin' history, I suppose.

- You ain't gettin'

in no trouble, I hope.

- No trouble.

That Candy, she's

the nicest girl I know.

She's about the most beautiful

girl I've ever seen, but I

don't know if she's the nicest.

She's the nicest and most beautiful

girl I've ever known.

See, that sounds like

you in trouble already, Homer.

Sounds like big trouble

to me, Homer.

- I'm not in trouble.

- Yeah, you is.

I know when people

are in trouble.

You is.

His name is Homer Wells,

and his pathetic resume

is the best I've seen.

I find it hard to believe that the board

would be interested in this character.

But he looks like

an excellent young man.

A first-rate candidate.

Don't you think?

He looks like a bleeding

heart missionary moron to me.

But that would be the problem with any

doctor interested in coming here.

- Do you know him?

- No, and I don't want to.

He's doing missionary work

in India.

I wrote to him weeks ago, but either

he's too holy or too busy to answer.

Tomboy!

Sorry. Okay.

Come on.

I fail to see how someone

courageous enough...

to make a commitment

to a foreign mission is

automatically to be dismissed.

That part of the world requires

precisely the kind of dedication

that is needed here.

Does it snow in Bombay?

One winter here and we'll be

shipping him south in a coffin!

But Dr. Larch, he seems

exceptionally qualified.

I'm not talking about

his medical qualifications.

It's the Christian thing that

bothers me. I just don't see it

as being much use around here.

I fail to see how a little Christianity

could hurt anyone here.

Anyway, I was just showing

you this guy as an example...

of what's available.

- I didn't think you'd be interested.

- We're very interested.

- Oh, yes, very.

- You wouldn't be opposed

to meeting with him?

Well, it wouldn't hurt

to meet him.

- What's his name again?

- Dr. Homer Wells.

- It's a nice name. Very New England.

- Very Maine.

A very

local sounding name.

Very.

I told you.

If I appear to want it,

they don't want it.

If I appear to hate it, they just

gotta have it.

- Excuse me. I just wanna

ask you something.

- Edna, come dance with me.

Let's be foolish tonight.

Come on.

Does he know he's supposed

to be in India? Does he

even want to come back?

He's a field hand!

What could possibly

hold him there?

Homer!

It's time to go!

- Oh, I gotta go.

- Okay.

Right now, we're usin' them

early Macs and Gravensteins.

Cider is way too watery, man.

We ain't gonna get no good cider...

till we start pickin' them

Golden Delicious and Winter Bananas...

and Russets and Baldwins,

you know.

What about worms?

Don't the drops have worms?

Well, yeah, they got worms, Homer.

That ain't nothin' but protein, man.

Jack?

What the hell

is you doin', man?

Don't you know that cigarette's

gonna ruin this whole batch

of cider? I can't have that.

You gonna have to get that out of there.

You're gonna have to go fishin', boy.

- You mean swimmin'?

- Swimmin' or fishin'.

I ain't goin' in that vat

to fish out no cigarette.

Now, Jack...

Come on down here,

man.

What business

are you in, Jack?

Just tell me

what business you're in.

Just say you're in the

apple business 'cause that's the

only business you wanna be in.

Hey, Jack! Listen, Jack!

You don't wanna go in the knife

business with Mr. Rose, man.

- What you wanna do?

- Just tell him you're in

the apple business!

- What you wanna do?

What you want, man?

- Jack!

- Tell him you in

the apple business, boy!

- It ain't worth it.

- Shut up, Peaches!

- What you want?

Now, I'm in

the knife business, Jack.

I'm in the knife business!

Let me tell ya, you don't wanna be

in no kind of knife business with me.

Now I think it's time

for you to go fishin'.

He kind of fast,

ain't he, Jack?

Well, the good news is, you're already

half undressed for swimmin'.

Shoot, that Jack too slow

to get me.

I was so fast

I cut my own self.

You really showed him, huh?

You just about

cut your hand off.

And all you cut off him

was his clothes.

Now you know and I know you

don't go to nobody's jail for

cuttin' a guy's clothes off.

Ain't that right?

Rose Rose, ain't that right?

- Oooh.

- Ain't that right, Homer?

- Easy, easy. Okay. Jus...

Aaah!

God...

Not too much gas.

There you go.

You wanna go right in here.

Okay, okay, okay!

Slow on the gas. You really

have to be gentle.

That's the one.

That's the one.

We wanna stay right there.

Got it?

Slowly, slowly, slowly.

Okay, okay, okay!

You're a natural. You were born

to drive a car like this.

- You think so?

- Yeah. So this is a speaker.

This is where the sound

for the movie comes out.

Oh. I love this place.

This is, uh...

Have you seen a lot of movies here?

Yes and no.

When you come here, you don't really

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