The Cider House Rules: The Making of an American Classic Page #6
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- 1999
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care about the movie.
You don't care
about the movie?
What are you so crazy
about movies for?
Ah... That was my favorite night
at the orphanage. Movie night.
We'd all... We'd all
race into the dining hall,
and, of course, everyone wanted
to sit in front.
So we'd be packed in so tight you could
feel the kid next to you breathing.
You don't miss it?
I miss things.
I miss people.
I miss reading to the boys.
You had so much
responsibility, huh?
I didn't ask
for any responsibility.
Just a little privacy.
Well, you're in luck.
Let me show you.
Because privacy is what
drive-in movies are all about.
So, scrunch down like this.
Come on.
Scrunch down.
All the way.
And then
give me your arm.
Put your arm around me.
You just cuddle and hug
and, you know.
You don't really
watch the movie.
Sorry, Fuzzy.
It's Homer's splice again.
Fuzzy?
Fuzz?
If the little ones
want to know what happened,
tell them that Fuzzy
was adopted.
- Okay.
- So, what happened to Fuzzy?
- He was adopted.
- Good.
- Will they believe that, you think?
- They'll believe it...
because they
want to believe it.
- Shouldn't we tell Homer?
what was happening here,
he could pick up
the telephone and call us.
I think it was a nurse or a nanny
who, uh, who adopted Fuzzy.
Someone who could
take care of him.
Because they had a better
breathing machine...
than the one that Dr. Larch
built for him.
happy for Fuzzy, okay?
He found a family.
Good night, Fuzzy.
Good night, Fuzzy.
Homer.
Morning, everybody.
Mornin', Miss Olive.
- Look. There's mail for you, Homer.
- Oh, thank you.
Rose, I brought those clothes for you.
Come on. Let's go see if they fit.
What's that?
- Oh, ain't you gonna open it, Homer?
- No.
Mind your business,
now, Peaches.
- Sorry 'bout that, Homer.
- It's okay.
- Okay, okay, okay.
- Oh, look. Right here.
It's glass.
Look at that.
- Isn't that beautiful?
- Mm-hmm.
Give me your hand.
Feel that.
- Feel that?
- Mm-hmm.
The ocean rubs it
against the sand.
That's how it gets
that smooth.
Takes a year for it to get
like that, though.
Come on.
Ah!
You're too fast!
He volunteered.
Jesus. Nobody volunteers for
the Burma run. He said so himself.
He just leaves me here. What does
he want? He wants me to wait for him?
Oh, God, he knows me.
He knows I'm not good
at being alone.
This was right.
I know this was right.
- You're right. This was right.
- Yeah.
Just tell me. Do you want me to stay?
Do you want me to go?
I don't know.
I really don't know.
I just...
think we should
just wait and see.
Okay.
- Are we all set?
- Yeah, that's it.
Goodbye, Arthur. Thank you again
for all your hard work.
- My pleasure, ma'am.
- Have a safe trip, Rose. God bless.
- Take care now.
- Homer, you take care of yourself.
- Okay. You too. Okay.
- We'll see you next year.
- Homer, see you later.
- Bye, everyone.
- Bye.
- Don't freeze to death, Homer.
- Don't get yourself
in no trouble, Homer.
- Go on and freeze to death
if you want to, Homer.
- Shut up, Jack.
Take care
of yourself, Homer.
So you're staying.
Olive told me.
You know, you could have
told me yourself.
I'm just waiting and seeing,
like you said.
Dear Dr. Larch,
Thank you for your doctor's bag,
although it seems that I will not
have the occasion to use it,
barring some emergency,
of course.
I'm not a doctor.
With all due respect to your profession,
I'm enjoying my life here.
I'm enjoying being
a lobsterman and an orchardman.
In fact, I've never
enjoyed myself as much.
The truth is, I want to stay here.
I believe I'm being of some use.
I've looked at
so many women,
and I've never...
I've never felt a thing,
you know.
I mean, I've seen everything.
Just felt nothing.
With you, it, uh...
To look at you, it hurts.
Come here.
My dear Homer:
I thought you were over
your adolescence...
the first time in our lives
when we imagine we have...
something terrible to hide
from those who love us.
- Homer?
- Do you think it's not obvious
to us what's happened to you?
You've fallen in love,
haven't you?
By the way, whatever you're up to can't
be too good for your heart.
Then again, it's the sort
made worse by worrying about it,
so don't worry
about it.
- Dear Dr. Larch:
What I'm learning here may not be
as important as what I learned from you,
but everything
is new to me.
Yesterday, I learned
how to poison mice.
Field mice girdle an apple tree,:
Pine mice kill the roots.
You use poison oats
and poison corn.
I know what you have to do.
You have to play God.
Well, killing mice is as close as I want
to come to playing God.
Homer, here
in St. Cloud's,
I have been given
the opportunity of playing God...
or leaving practically
everything up to chance.
Men and women of conscience
when it's possible
to play God.
There won't be many.
Do I interfere when
absolutely helpless women...
tell me they simply can't
have an abortion...
that they simply must go through with
having another and yet another orphan?
I do not.
I do not even recommend.
I just give them
what they want.
You are my
work of art, Homer.
Everything else
has been just a job.
I don't know if you've got
a work of art in you,
but I know what your job is:
You're a doctor.
I'm not a doctor.
You're going to
replace me.
The board of trustees
is looking for my replacement.
I can't replace you.
I'm sorry.
"Sorry"?
I'm not sorry.
Not for anything I've done.
I'm not even sorry
that I love you.
I think we may have
lost him to the world.
Come on, come on.
Just read the label.
- Come on. Come on.
- Okay.
Okay. You can
have the book.
You can have the book,
Oh.
Who is it?
Don't know.
It's Mr. Rose.
Hey!
- Hey, Homer.
- Hero. How ya doin'?
Good.
Miss Candy.
- Hey, Homer.
- Good to see you again.
- Thank you.
- Welcome back.
- Hey, Muddy.
- Hi, Miss Candy.
- We put in new sheets for you.
- I see you ain't freezed your ass off.
- It's fine. I'm sure.
- I was just finishing.
- Hey, Mr. Rose.
- Peaches, how are you?
- Good to see you again.
- Good to see you.
- Leave it. It's good.
- You sure?
- Candy.
Mr. Rose. Welcome back.
Thank you.
Don't this place
feel just like home?
- Nicer than home.
- What you all been doin'
make it feel so nice?
- Hey, Rose.
- Rose, Rose.
Good to see you again.
How are you?
Where's Jack?
He, uh, he just wasn't up
for the trip this season.
Jack didn't know
what his business was.
- Ain't that right, Muddy?
- Mm-hmm.
Muddy, Muddy,
half these is bruised.
This one ain't got no stem.
What is this, now?
That's a spur,
ain't it?
You're in too much
of a hurry. What is wrong with you?
You shakin' the tree
You're bruisin'
all of these apples.
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