The Hotel New Hampshire Page #5

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Oh, great.

Beat your meat all night and dream

of tits,

but you wanna sound nice,

is that it?

- Dont' b*tch, Franny.

- You're as queer as the cat's fart.

And what are you, honey?

What makes you think

you are so tough?

I'm not so tough,

but I'm smart.

You? You'd rather be a dumb bear

than a human being.

And you are beautiful,

but you're a b*tch.

We offer you our revolutionary

sympathies.

We are all victims of the greed of

the capitalist flying corporation.

We suffer with your suffering.

But from now on you will be

our kinder.

Little Yankee, go home.

Pop, we wanna go home.

No way here.

- We miss home.

- It's not gonna work here, Pop.

It's the best time we do it.

For school and before we all

have our various commitments.

With a successful hotel,

we can afford to leave, but...

I'm afraid that we woudn't have

anything to leave with.

You mean money?

You mean you've already sunk

the money in here?

Unsink the money, Pop.

We should leave whether

it's sunk or unsunk.

No place to go.

Going no place is better

than staying here.

Franny.

Franny, what do you think?

I think we should stay.

Try it out.

Thank you, Franny.

'Gatsby believed in the green light.

The orgiastic future that year by year

recedes before us.

It eluded us then, but that's

no matter.

Tomorrow we will run faster.

Stretch out our arms farther.

And one fine morning,

so we beat on, boats

against the current,

borne back ceaselessly

into the past.'

Well, I don't know...

only somehow...

it's against my politics, but it

makes me want to go to the US.

I wish we'd never left.

Lilly, what is it?

It's Father.

He is a Gatsby.

- Lilly, don't...

- Yes, I know he is.

He's always gonna be chasing

after some 'it',

and it's always gonna get away.

Damn it! Damn it!

Damn it!

Good, good.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you everybody!

What the f*** else could Pop

call it?

Capitalism at its worst!

I think it's sweet.

I think changing the name

hasn't changed anything.

It's not the place for you, Lilly.

You must find another home.

One. Two. Three. Go!

All sexual acts actually involve

four or five different sexes.

Wait a minute, that means

that for every one f*** there are

four or five people going at it?

That sounds exhausting.

I'm a pornographer because

I'm serving the revolution.

Everything that is decadent

speeds up the revolution.

Today, at this phase, it's necessary

to generate disgust.

You're certainly doing

a good job of that.

Disgust in ourselves and what we have

allowed ourselves to become.

Speaking for himself.

The pornographer is of course

the most disgusting.

- I thought you were a Communist.

- Personally...

Well, personally I'm

an aesthete.

I long for the erotic.

I mourn for the erotic.

For in the new world, after

the revolution,

all this must be lost.

The new world?

Keep passing the open

windows.

We gotta help her.

Franny is real tough.

She's beautiful and she's tough.

She doesn't need anybody.

She likes you. You're like an older

sister to her, so you could help her.

- Help Franny from whom?

- Ernst.

I don't usually mess around with

underage girls.

I'm not asking you to mess around

with her, but to help her.

Helping...

Helping someone is the same thing

as messing with someone.

Good afternoon.

- The thing never runs.

- He's always trying to fix it, too.

Hey, you guys, you look like

you've seen a ghost.

What's the matter, your hard-ons

keep you awake?

It's too hot to f*** anyway.

- Never too hot.

- Never too cold.

I guess I'll have to go queer now.

No, John, I don't think

it works like that.

I'm convinced, you know.

But I think Franny's only doing it for

Susie, because Susie's so insecure.

You know Franny, she's open

to anything.

And in Kamasutra there are

many positions.

One of the more interesting

is the "vyanta",

the cow position.

The woman leans forward and...

Franny, what are you doing?

I just want Susie to understand

that I can't go on with her any more.

Don't give me that crap!

You dropped her so hard

she's becoming a bear again.

You just don't understand.

I love you.

I love you too.

What are we gonna do about it?

We're not gonna do anything

about it.

We're just gonna love each other

that's all.

Not ever?

May I help you?

We're looking for some clean, plain

honest-to-goodness decency.

- We've been robbed all over Europe.

- I can't wait to go home.

We've been through all

the tour books,

but you just can't believe

anything you read any more.

We're looking for some

American touches.

I'm sure we can fix you

right up.

You won't believe some

of the filth we've been...

What the hell is it?

It took her a long time to...

I came from in there. If you don't have

the guts to go in there, I will.

- Oh, you will?

- Well it's clearly a murder.

Just relax. I want you to relax.

He passed out on me.

Will you move?

- What's wrong with that?

- It's okay.

- It' was just an orgasm.

- Orgasm?

Haven't you ever had one,

for Chrissake?

- Are these your children?

- Yes, some of them.

You should be ashamed. Explosing

them to this sordid life...

It's disgusting.

I have just the man to show you

what's "disgusting", lady.

After all that, I could use some

fresh air. I'm gonna pick my coat.

It's a skimpy dress,

Franny.

I'm not going out.

Dad, let's get out of here.

We were outside the Opera.

The famous Vienna Opera.

And I couldn't get Franny

out of my mind.

Love floats, too,

just like Sorrow.

I'm gonna get you a drink.

- Good evening, Leo.

- Good evening, Mr. Berry.

- What is it, John?

- Beer.

A beer, and the ususal

for you, Mr. Berry?

- Bye, Mr. Berry.

- Bye.

I didn't know you hung out here, Pop.

Yes, this was how it was all

supposed to be.

Thanks.

Your mother would have loved

all this.

Toast.

I'm afraid I've...

I've let you all down.

You haven't, Pop.

John, I'm a failure.

So now it's off to 'the land

of the free'.

And no more hotels.

I'm gonna to get a job.

- Maybe we'll all have to get jobs.

- It's okay.

It won't be so bad.

Human beings are remarkable

at what we can learn

to live with.

If we can't get strong

from what we lose,

what we miss,

what we want and can't have...

then we could never get

strong enough, could we?

But, what else makes us

strong?

Oh, sorry.

Good night, John.

She's with Ernst.

- I love her too.

- Not like I do!

Just like you do!

I found out about everything.

What do you want to know?

You wanna know about

everything?

Do you wanna know about

the cow position or the elephant one?

The main point is it hurts.

- Do you want me to go on?

- No.

Do you still love me?

I can't help it.

Poor you.

Poor you, too.

While we were stuck in

our hopeless loves,

Lilly had a mission.

If she couldn't grow in life,

she'd grow in her imagination.

It's a novel.

It's a little autobiographical.

It's called 'Trying to Grow'.

I can't wait. I bet I come off

a real loon.

- No. Everyone's a hero.

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