The Subject Was Roses Page #4

Synopsis: When Timmy Cleary (Sheen), comes home from soldiering, he's greeted by the open but strained arms of his two parents, John and Nettie, (Neal and Albertson). Once considered sickly and weak, he has now distinguished himself in the service and is ready to begin a new life. His parents, however, are still trapped in the bygone days of early and unresolved marital strife and begin emotionally deteriorating through several drama packed encounters. Now mature, the young Tim Cleary finally understands the family dynamics that has played all throughout his boyhood. By the simple act of bringing his mother roses on behalf of his father, Tim realizes he may have destroyed his family, but is helpless to obtain resolution which must come from both his parents.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Ulu Grosbard
Production: Warner Bros.
  Won 1 Oscar. Another 1 win & 3 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.1
Rotten Tomatoes:
100%
G
Year:
1968
107 min
700 Views


Come on up, John.

Let's hear it, folks.

Good to see you.

Good to see you.

What do you want me to sing?

What do I want him to sing?

He only knows one song.

You...

Folks, I have to apologize for my voice.

It's small and terribly nauseating.

Herb, anytime you're ready.

So that is your new Sunday bonnet

Well, sue, it's becoming to you

With those wonderful things

you have on it

You'll make them so jealous,

dear sue

But somehow

it sets me to dreaming

On the day we first met long ago

And I see you once more

In the bonnet you wore

When I nicknamed you

sunbonnet sue

Sunbonnet sue, sunbonnet sue

Sunshine and roses

ran second to you

You looked so nice...

He never looks happier

than when he has an audience.

...Under your sunbonnet blue

Is that my fault?

It was only a kind...

I would have gone along with

anything he wanted to do.

...Tasted much nicer than pie

And the first thing I knew

I was dead stuck...

Pardon me.

...On you

When I was a kid so high

That's it, folks.

Let's hear it.

John, that was

great! Great!

Didn't I tell you?

And now, folks, the time has come

to get down to

some real serious drinking.

Where did she go?

Ladies room.

How was I?

Great.

Well, for crying out loud.

Where the hell have you been?

I shouldn't even talk to you.

Two months, not a peep.

This is my son.

How do you do?

Hello.

I got to go.

People waiting.

Nice meeting you.

Bye.

Some stupid dame I used to see in here.

Friend of Ruskin's.

I would have introduced you,

but I couldn't remember her name.

No need to explain.

Explain what?

Pop, look.

What are you talking about?

Forget it.

What happened to our party?

It needs watering.

Waiter!

And make them doubles.

It's a long way to tipperary

To the sweetest girl I know

Good-bye, piccadilly

Hello, Leicester square

It's a long, long way

to tipperary

And a lot of guys made cracks, too.

Especially guys like Clayton and Harper,

who waited to be drafted

and then wangled safe jobs

at governor's island

and the Navy yard.

I fixed their wagons.

I sent the army flying one way

and the Navy the other.

That was the last about slacking

I heard from them.

Still it bothers me, though.

Missing out on the whole thing.

I'd like to have a nickel

for every time I climbed these stairs.

And when it's twelve o'clock

We climb the stairs

We never knock

You'll wake the leaveys.

Nothing could wake the leaveys.

I can't find my keys.

I can't find the door.

Here, I'll do it.

Where would you be if you were my keys?

Did you ever see such pretty hair?

Please let me open this door.

Home to the wife and mother.

Someday, we're going to break our necks

because you refuse to leave a light on.

By the light

By the light

Of the silvery moon

I want to croon

To my honey I'll croon

That's just enough.

Whatever you say, antoinette.

I say to bed.

The shank of the evening.

John.

Whoops.

You can't beat a law degree.

Springboard to anything.

So they say.

Anyone can become a lawyer.

How many people become writers?

That's my point.

You should be proud to have a son

who wants to try something different.

Did I say I wasn't proud of him?

Abracadabra ca deedra slideherin.

The fellow in the red jacket

who leads the horses

to the post at Jamaica

always says that when

they reach the starting gate...

abracadabra ca deedra slideherin.

As long as you can say it,

you're not drunk.

Abracadabra...

Ca deedra slideherin.

Zebra slideherin.

Not zebra... deedra.

Abracadabra ca deedra slideherin.

Abracadabra ca deedra slideherin.

Very good. Faster.

Abracadabra...

much faster.

Abracadabra ca deedra slideherin

Much faster.

Abracadabra ca deedra slideherin

Have you both lost your minds?

Nothing wrong with us

a nightcap wouldn't cure.

I'll nightcap you.

I can't bear to hear

married people fight.

We ought to go dancing more.

Now I know you're drunk.

Who was it used to

call us the four mortons?

Harold Bowen.

I wish we were.

Remember the first dance I took you to?

Of course.

I'll bet you don't.

Of course I do.

Where was it, then?

The crystal terrace.

And what was the first song?

It's too late for quiz games.

I have this magical feeling

about vaudeville.

No matter how cheap or tinny the show is,

when the houselights come down,

the band starts up...

I could cry.

Pretty baby.

That was the first song

we ever danced to.

A blond guy crooned it.

Through a gold megaphone.

Hey, you do remember.

Of course.

"I've got snew

in my blood."

"What's snew?"

"Nothing. What's snew with you?"

He's playing the palace.

"Take off the coat.

Take off. Take off.

Take off the coat."

the coat is off

Will you please go to bed?

In closing we should like to do a dance

made famous by the inimitable pat Rooney.

Maestro, if you please.

John, Timmy,

mamma expects us

at 12:
00.

We're running a bit long.

No dance tonight, folks.

My mother thanks you.

My father thanks you.

My sister thanks you, and I thank you.

Good night. Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, Mrs. Cleary,

whoever you are.

Good night, dear.

It's a tough house,

but I warmed them up for you.

Well, thanks.

Don't look now but your leg's broken.

The show must go on.

Plucky lad.

Honored to share the bill with you, sir.

Likewise.

Good night, champ.

Sure you don't want a bromo?

Abracadabra ca deedra slideherin.

See you in the morning.

With the help of god.

Abracadabra ca deedra slideherin.

Home two days,

and both nights to bed like that.

He's entitled.

You should hear what he's been through.

They overran a concentration camp.

I don't want to hear about it now.

You're right.

That's no way to end a happy evening.

I think we have some

aspirin in the kitchen.

You never said anything

before about a headache.

I don't have a headache.

Then what?

I read that if you put

aspirin in cut flowers,

they keep longer.

I wonder what made you get them.

I don't know.

There must have been some reason.

I just thought it would be nice to do.

It was.

I like your dress.

You've seen it before.

But it looks different.

Everything about you looks different.

What mass are you going to?

Ten o'clock.

I better set the alarm.

Nettie.

I had a good time tonight.

So did I.

Did you really?

Or were you just putting

it on for his sake?

No. I really did.

So did I.

I'll set the alarm

for 9:
15.

Now that he's back,

we'll have lots of good times.

What's wrong between you and I

has nothing to do with him.

I didn't say it did.

We have to solve our own problems.

Of course.

They can't be solved in one night.

I know.

One nice evening doesn't

make everything different.

Did I say it did?

I guess you don't understand.

I'd forgotten how nice you smell.

You'll spoil everything.

I want things right between us.

You think this is going

to make them right?

We have to start someplace.

Start?

That's not my idea of a start.

Nettie, I want you.

I want you like I never

wanted anything in my life.

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Frank D. Gilroy

Frank Daniel Gilroy (October 13, 1925 – September 12, 2015) was an American playwright, screenwriter, and film producer and director. He received the Tony Award for Best Play and the Pulitzer Prize for Drama for his play The Subject Was Roses in 1965. more…

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