The Parent Trap Page #9

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Get them away from me!

I hate this filthy, stinking, dirty place!

What are you yelling about, Miss?

Those bear cubs wouldn't hurt a fly.

You shut up and get me my boots!

Yes, Ma'am.

I hate this place!

This is not my idea of fun!

I hate the sticks! I hate the lake!

I hate the filthy bugs!

- I can't stand this place!

- What the heck are you doing?

- What's happening?

- You overgrown jerk! It's not worth it!

Do you want your clothes, Vicky?

Thanks a heap. You're twins.

Do you share everything?

- Everything. Everything.

- Give your sister her half of this!

Wait a minute.

They didn't do anything to you.

You'll never know what they did to me,

you big goon!

Get me out of this stinking fresh air!

- Mother, where are you?

- Hi!

- You're back early. Which one are you?

- Sharon.

- Did you have a good time?

- Sensational.

- We did, but I don't think Vicky did.

- What happened?

- Hi, Mom.

- Hi.

- How are you?

- Wonderful.

- Hello.

- Good evening.

- Have you had your dinner?

- We're not hungry.

Then go and have your baths.

You look filthy.

Then we'll tell you about Vicky,

but not while he's there.

So you had a wonderful time.

What happened?

Don't give me that. You knew darn well

what was going to happen.

What happened?

You name it and it happened.

It was a shambles. Happy?

It's the last time

I take a woman to the mountains.

Where's? What's her name?

- Vicky?

- Yeah.

She took off like a pelican.

She's probably at Park Avenue and

57th Street by now, and good luck to her.

- Well?

- We've been talking...

...and we feel that we owe you an apology.

We feel guilty about what we did to Vicky.

- What did you do to her?

- Well...

We submarined her.

It's none of our business

who you want to marry, and we ruined it.

Well...

It's done with now

so we won't talk about it anymore.

We're sorry, Dad. Will you forgive us?

Go on to bed, you monsters.

What can you do?

- Want something to eat?

- You sure you've got enough?

Sure. I cooked enough for you and Susan

for dinner tomorrow.

Sharon and I are leaving in the morning.

- Yeah.

- Wash your hands.

Yeah. I'd better.

Where's Verbena?

I wasn't expecting you back. It didn't

make sense for her to stay just for me,

so I gave her the night off.

I'll just go upstairs and wash up.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

I don't know what he saw in her.

She had no personality at all.

Wow!

- Are you going to a party?

- None of your business.

Goodnight, ladies. Sleep tight.

Hi.

I thought you were just going

to wash your hands.

I thought I'd do a good job of it.

- Shh!

- Why?

Do you hear music?

I told those children to take a bath!

That's the hi-fi. I thought a little music

would be nice with dinner.

Also, I thought red wine

might be good with the stew.

To the mother of my children -

the most beautiful mother two kids ever had.

- You can be the most exasperating man.

- What's the matter?

Waiting until we're in the kitchen

and me in bare feet.

- I like you in bare feet.

- It puts a woman at a disadvantage.

Good. Here's to your disadvantage.

Sit down and eat your stew.

Don't spill it now.

- Darn!

- What's the matter?

I put a dishcloth on and it's knotted.

Open it for me.

Maggie, as long as everybody's apologising,

I think I'd better do mine too.

About the other night.

I didn't mean for it to sound like that.

I'm not very good with compliments,

what with growing up with the cows...

Don't give me that routine.

You handed me that years ago.

- I did not.

- You certainly did.

It worked, didn't it? You liked it.

Maggie, you're so beautiful.

No. I mean it.

I know I don't say things like you want to

hear them, but I've been thinking about you.

And us, and the way things used to be.

- Do you know what I miss most of all?

- Mitch...

You've got stew all over you.

- I don't care.

- Go and wash it off.

What do you miss?

Well...

I don't care if it does sound silly.

I miss those wet stockings you used

to have hanging around the bathroom.

And I miss my razor being dull

because you used it for your legs.

I miss the hairpins mixed up

with the fish hooks in my tackle box.

It's no fun having a clothes closet

all to myself.

It's no fun swearing because you're not

around to pretend to be shocked by it.

Nothing's any good without you, Maggie.

I miss a lot of things.

I just miss you.

Why did you take so long to tell me?

I don't know.

Well, because... I guess I was hoping

that you'd come back sometime.

Maggie, I've been a prize chump.

We've both been.

We're going to grow into a couple of old

lonely people if we don't do something.

- I know.

- You don't want that, do you?

No, Mitch.

Oh, Mitch. It's been so long. So very long.

Don't cry. You can slug me in the eye

any time you want.

OK.

- What's the matter?

- I just had the craziest dream.

- Oh, my goodness.

- What is it?

You and I were marching along real slow,

funny-like, in organdie dresses.

And there was music

and flowers and people.

For my love was meant for

Was heaven-sent for now

For always

For you!

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