The Subject Was Roses Page #9
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- 1968
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Without you, what's the good of it?
I'll spend time there.
I thought we'd have
a real summer together.
You're making this a lot
tougher than it has to be.
You expect me to say nothing, like her?
Are you through?
I know what the trouble is.
You know what the trouble is?
You're like me... stubborn.
All the clearys are stubborn.
Rather die than admit
they made a mistake.
Is that a fact, yes or no?
I don't know.
Here's one donkey who's seen the light.
I've been wrong in my dealings with you,
and I admit it.
Pop...
those days are gone forever.
And I'll prove it.
You know how much money I have?
I don't want to know!
$14,357, plus a bit more in stocks.
Admit you made a mistake.
Admit you don't want to leave.
I don't want to leave.
There. You see?
But I'm leaving.
Then go, and good riddance!
The sooner the better!
Listen to me!
There was a dream I used
to have about you and I.
It was always the same.
I'd be told that you were dead,
and I would run crying into the street.
Someone would stop me and ask,
"why are you crying?"
I would say, "because
my father is dead..."
And he never said
he loved me."
I only tried to make
you stay for her sake.
I had that dream again last night.
I was thinking about it this morning
She's the one who'll miss you.
It's true.
You never said you loved me...
But it's also true that I never
I don't know what you're talking about.
I say them now.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I love you, pop.
I love you.
What I said about the money,
Ready for breakfast?
Sit down.
Your bags are packed and ready to go.
I've changed my mind.
What?
I've changed my mind.
I'm going to stay a few more days.
I'm afraid that's out of the question.
When you said you were going,
I called the painters.
They'll be coming in
tomorrow to do your room.
Well, you know how hard
it is to get the painters.
It'll be months before
they're free again.
Then I guess I'd better
leave as scheduled.
I think so.
Don't you?
Yes.
I don't know why I bother
bringing good coffee into this house.
If it isn't too weak, it's too strong.
If it isn't too strong, it's too cold.
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