The Kiss

Gently now.

Easy up.

Come on, the other one.

Easy, easy, easy.

I want them to end up alive

on the other side, you understand?

They're worth a fortune.

What do you think you're handling?

Coconuts?

Everything's ready. Time to go.

Come on, Felice.

Up you get, next to your aunt.

I want to go with her.

Hilary, no.

You know your sister's not well.

That was your mother's.

It would be a shame if you lost it.

Leave it with Hilary until after you

get back from the sanitarium.

Here, I'll help you, Felice.

Please look after it.

Get her out of here.

Hey.

Wait.

-I love you, Father.

-I love you too.

No matter what happens, Felice,

remember, I'll always love you.

Goodbye, Felice.

Auntie, I feel so sad.

Don't be sad.

-It's my job to keep you cheered up.

-Why couldn't Daddy take me?

Your father's a busy man.

You're a young woman now.

Besides, I'm going to teach you

how to flirt with doctors.

Let me show you something

that I've got here.

-Like it?

-lt looks so angry.

I like it.

It's several hundred years old.

It's been in our family for a long time.

Auntie, I'll rest now.

Okay.

You rest now.

Pointe-Noire station, ladies.

Pointe-Noire.

Ma'am?

Do you renounce Satan?

I confirm you as a soldier of Christ.

Do you renounce Satan?

I confirm you, Francis Sullivan,

as a soldier of Christ.

-Do you renounce Satan?

-I do renounce him.

She's lovely.

I confirm you, Amy Bridget Halloran,

as a soldier of Christ.

That's a hell of a way

to get to heaven.

This time of year, the damn things

are big enough to barbecue.

-The pool is great, Jack.

-Oh, thanks.

It's nice to see you work

on your own place for a change.

Lord willing, I might be able

to pay for all this.

-Don't lean on the Lord too much.

-Father, come.

-Thanks, Hilary.

-Jack.

-You'll crack the china.

-Who's the cook?

-Not in front of the clergy.

-It's okay. I got a letter from the pope.

Is that loud enough?

-You'll crack the window.

-Good.

Watch it.

Are you trying to electrocute me?

This is the good part.

-So then what happened?

-This is so great, Amy.

My dad finds out my mom got me

a Bloomingdale's gift certificate...

...and I get to go to New York

to use it.

So he tells me he'll get me

a CD player.

I love it when they get competitive.

Oh, Lord, bless this.

May it be received in Jesus.

How come your mom's

so into this religious stuff?

I don't know.

Makes her feel good, I guess.

Don't you think your mom's

a little out there?

She's just into church,

like your mom's into aerobics class.

I think my mom gets laid

at her aerobics class.

Heather.

Congratulations, honey.

-It's beautiful.

-It's yours now.

-I wanted you to have it.

-Thanks, Mom.

We'll talk later?

It's Mom's.

It means a lot to her.

-She's had it forever.

-It's really nice.

Hello?

Okay.

Oh, Hilary, how'd you like

to be their age again, huh?

-Muscle tone, innocent flirtations--

-Zits, braces and getting grounded.

Yeah, you're right.

Life begins at 30, huh?

Mom, it's the phone.

I didn't know I had an Aunt Felice.

Oh, thanks.

Be right back.

Who's Aunt Felice?

Mom's talking to her on the phone.

Is she a real aunt or just a friend?

She's your mom's sister.

-How come I've never heard of her?

-After her father died, I don't know...

...they had some kind of personality

clash. I never met her myself.

Your mom says

she's a bit of a jet setter.

Hilary, I have to see you.

-It's time.

-No, never.

I have to.

-Honey?

-Yeah?

-Where's all the Cokes?

-They went through three cases?

-Okay, I'll go for a run.

-Oh, no, no.

You stay right here and play.

I'll be right back.

-Want one?

-Hey, open up.

-Want one?

-Hey, open up.

Got a special delivery here.

-Hey, you're Terry O'Connell.

-Yeah.

So which one of you girls

is the angel?

Depends. You into angels?

Hi, I'm Amy.

Hi.

Hi.

-Oh, sh*t.

-What?

I lost my stud.

You got it?

Was there a reward?

All the cakes you can eat, right?

I gotta get this thing fixed.

It's always falling out, you know?

Well, I'll see you around, okay?

Yeah, sure.

Amy, you little tramp.

Please look after it, Hilary.

You can leave it with me, Felice.

Please look after it, Hilary.

You can leave it with me, Felice.

Please look after it.

Get under it!

Help me.

-God, there's someone under here.

-Watch out, it's on fire!

Mr. Halloran?

Oh, God of infinite compassion...

...who art the comforter

of thy children...

...Iook down in thy mercy upon thy

servants to whom this trial has come.

In the stillness of our hearts...

...we entreat for them

thy sustaining grace.

Be thou their stay, their strength

and their shield.

Enlighten their darkness.

The Lord be with you

now and forever. Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Thanks.

You okay?

I'm sorry, Amy. I'm okay.

-How are you doing?

-I'm fine.

I'll be there for you, sweetheart.

I promise.

-Sh*t.

-Oh, nice language.

-Time's not so good, huh?

-lt sucks.

It's okay. You'll get it back.

-Hey, hey, hey.

-What's in that, turpentine?

-Just a little vodka.

-At 1 1 :
00 in the morning?

Only because I hate doing

these books.

-You better not turn into a lush.

-Oh, sure.

I'm not gonna be one of those kids

who comes home to a drunk...

...who pees in his pants

and passes out on the floor.

Come on, Amy,

I'm not turning into a lush.

But these books drive me nuts.

I don't know how your mother keeps--

Kept everything so organized.

-So why don't you hire somebody?

-We can't exactly afford it now.

-Why don't you let me help?

-I don't want you hitting the vodka.

Hey, Amy, how you doing?

Hi, Terry.

Come see me at the shop sometime,

all right?

Okay.

-Brenda?

-ln here, Amy.

Does this thing work?

Oh, I doubt it.

After I put that bastard

through med school...

...the only stuff my ex left me

was either broken...

...or things he thought

I might kill myself with.

Blonde Venus, Marlene Dietrich.

How come she's dressed up

like a gorilla?

Style.

Is that Cary Grant?

She sleeps with him to get money

for her wimpy husband's hospital bills.

Some sacrifice.

-Brenda.

-What, honey?

Do you think I'm old enough

to have a boyfriend?

Well, that depends, my dear Amy.

Do you have someone special

in mind?

You do. Who is it?

His name's Terry O'Connell.

He's got a bad rep,

but I think it's mainly bullshit.

He's so different.

The road to ruin is paved

with "different" boyfriends.

Do you think I'm old enough...

...to have sex?

Well, that depends.

It's up to you.

What's the rush?

I'm the only virgin left

out of all my friends.

As embarrassing

as that may seem...

...do yourself a big favor and wait

till that someone special comes along.

-Did you?

-Oh, yeah. I picked a real winner.

Have you had lunch yet? Oh, forget it.

Tomato sandwich coming up.

So?

So...

...he was voted the Micky Dolenz

look-alike in high school.

Back then, I thought

he was terribly romantic.

Now, I'd vote him

as having the personality...

...of this head of lettuce.

Anyway, he asked me out,

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