The Walker
- R
- Year:
- 2007
- 108 min
- $43,189
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No, not at that time of year.
She's nice.
To me at least.
Well, don't let her fool you.
A tiger.
She wears white perhaps the way
other women wear jewelry.
The trophy bride.
You got her come up and...
Viagra!
If all the pricks that have been stuck
into her were sticking out of her,
she'd be a pokey pine.
Ugh, Carl. What an image.
I saw that.
That was a cheat.
Now wait.
Are you calling me a cheat?
I'm not. Come on.
I didn't mean the word pejoratively.
This is Washington after all.
And I happen to be your partner.
Yeah. That too.
Your turn.
She just said no and walked out.
Well how much did you offer?
The rich have such a touching faith
in the efficacy of small funds.
Tennessee Williams said that.
So did I.
That's a beautiful meld you
got going there.
What have you got over there?
Nothing. Really.
My hand is so bare.
Hey, do you wanna take
some of these?
Is that a legal?
Did you notice Candice Howard?
Purple is an acceptable color.
Just not her color.
Not on a dress at least.
I told her it was a wonderful fabric
and she was fortunate to get
so much of it.
Some day her prince will come.
Not before she kisses a lot of frogs.
The city is asking,
What can they be talking about?
Such different women.
What do they have in common?
You, Carl.
Besides that?
Nothing.
They know damn well what
we're talking about.
Them.
- They wish.
Wednesday's canasta
at the Hargrave.
I don't understand these
women today.
God forbid a man
to give them anything!
Have you played?
Yes. I will.
No, I've not thrown down. Here.
Yes, you're
absolutely right, Natalie.
I mean is that enough
to be a wife and a mother?
You've got to stand in a
soup kitchen and wear a suit.
No politics, girls.
Surrounded by a sea of special
interest, we float above.
Carl Page has crowed.
You want that Jack?
Well, they make it sound
like a coven.
Let them wonder how
much we know.
How much do we know?
Everything.
All the dirt
dished in this great city.
All the human waste
exited by our friends and
fellow human beings.
All of it, sooner or later,
This is sh*t centre, darlings.
Lovely.
Come on, Carl.
Finish that story.
Which story?
John Corring.
And Faye Juliette?
Yes.
Quiet dinner for six in the South
that's like Tenderwood.
'John?', Julia says to her husband.
Why is it you
never f*** me anymore?
Her tone changes.
Because when you do,
you're so good at it.
The room quiets.
She turns to Jessie,
'Isn't he good at it?'
Jessie and her husband freeze.
Just as the guests
smell danger, Corring says...
Precious lamb, I never f*** you
because ever since you went
to Jenny Craig...
You're such a little bitty thing
I can't find you under the covers.
Thrilled, Julia had answers,
'You really think I did some good?'
Oh, my goodness.
I heard Corring
throws from the other side.
Really?
He's straight. Believe me.
You're pretty sure?
One thing I can tell is whether a
man is homosexual or not.
Oh, how?
I am the gay 'Wether Vain'.
Little signals you know.
It might be his choice of words...
The way his tie's knotted. Or...
How hard he gets when
he hugs me.
It's your turn.
Stop.
I'll never understand you, Carl.
You luxuriate in the
company of these... Ugh!
You know the damage
those women... Well, no.
Their husbands have done
to the things we care about?
I will f*** a congressman
to stop nuclear proliferation.
Please, Carl.
Mr. and Mrs. Stanley,
he of the State Department,
opened up to Washington Post.
daughter chained to a nuclear
train. With who was it?
Peter Bayhon.
Holding up a sign that says
I will eff Esther as a congressman.
I'd be careful.
I remember you in Jordash jeans.
Oh, please. Okay?
You still on for the
opera benefit Saturday?
My husband hates high culture.
He wasn't born to it.
Neither was I.
You transformed yourself.
Yeah.
What about next week?
Do you mean...?
This is a brutal political climate.
Whatever ruth there ever was
in this town, there's less now than ever.
You only get to live once.
What's wrong with a little pleasure?
That my dear is a very
difficult question to answer.
Promise me you'll always
be my friend.
I promise.
Hey, Carl.
It's Emek here once again.
Please call me back.
I've been trying to reach you.
Please call me. Okay?
Bye-bye.
Carl, are you there?
Pick up darling. It's Abby.
Carl?
Are you there?
If you're there pick up.
Hallo?
Abby.
My Sunflower.
Carl.
So, tell...
How was that dinner party?
I need a dirt fix.
Was it just...? Well...
Too much?
Oh, God.
I can hear my hair growing.
The Austrian embassador.
Imagine wasting me seated next to him.
And the House Speaker.
I mean is he always that tedious
or is it just around me?
He's like one
They grow and answer two,
they lose their job.
Are you in bed yet?
No.
Tuck yourself in.
Let me tell you a bedtime story.
I went public transport
for the help.
Yes. It's a little pricy.
But what isn't these days?
Okay. I'll call you back.
Send this out as quick
as you can.
Yes, Sir.
- Good.
Carl, I swear, you are my most
punctual employee.
Well, I was brought up right.
Besides, it's only one day a week.
So what's new
on the grape vine?
Embassador Sing still
hasn't closed on that town house.
Problem getting foreign affairs
minister to prove the allocation.
All that red tape.
He's not too smart as it is.
The wheel is turning
but the hamster's dead.
One thing I do hear though.
This is interesting.
energy scandal...
They are overextended.
I can list ten buyers
who jump at that property.
Abby.
You know what you are?
You are the
absolutely perfect date.
Keep it coming.
Carl?
I'm glad you could make it.
We must support the arts.
Where's Larry?
Public policy conference.
Lucky guy.
He'd rather be
anywhere than here.
She exaggerates.
We don't see
enough of each other.
Let's get together.
Why don't you call the
office and set something up?
Be my pleasure.
He was so proud of you.
Yes, he was.
Hey.
Al.
F*** him.
He knows exactly
He hates my guts.
Mine too.
they marry, I'll never understand.
Darling, don't
let me commence.
U.S. Attorney
Do you know Mungo Tenant?
Not really.
I was just being polite.
Will you excuse me for a moment?
There's someone I have to see.
I'll be right back.
Carter? Lynn?
How are you doing?
Peachy.
Peachy?
That's the word.
How are you?
I'm fine, Robbie.
How are things
in the private sector?
Any more investment tips?
Carl? You're not still sorry
about AltiMed?
Let's get together.
Maybe I can make it up to you.
I don't wanna be scolding twice.
How about next week?
Here we go.
I'll see you then.
Will you excuse me?
I have to get back to my seat.
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