The War of the Roses Page #6

- You're letting the heat out.

I know something happened. Instead

of playing this game, what happened?

- You killed your cat, Barbara.

- What?

Yes. One damn Dalmane

and your kitty would be alive.

I had to get up in the middle of the night,

looking for Sominex, and I backed out the...

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That supposed to scare me?

If you're looking for trouble, Barbara,

you found it!

Oh, God.

Oh...

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What do you expect?

You killed my cat! You're making me nuts!

Will you please...? I'm asking you to leave!

No, it's my house...

..and I'm going to stay.

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Frankly, I'm concerned

about you, Oliver. You look haggard.

I feel great.

I'll take time off

after the Larrabee confirmation hearings.

Why don't you take time before?

It's vital to the firm this comes off

without a hitch. I want you at your best.

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I'm at my best. I won't let you down.

I'm in fantastic shape.

I thank you so much for caring.

- Mr D'Amato. There's someone in your office.

- Who?

- Use words, Mary Ann.

- Mrs Rose.

I didn't think I should leave her

in reception. What with all the... you know.

Yeah, I know... Yeah, I know!

Barbara.

You really shouldn't be here because

it might be viewed by some as unethical.

Well, I am here... ethical or not.

You don't mind if I tape this...

..just so no one gets confused

about what was said?

What's on your mind?

Well, since you're the one

who advised Oliver to move back in,...

..I thought you would advise him

to move out.

Why? Sounds like you two

have things worked out,...

..with the red areas and the green areas.

Gavin, ever since this thing started,

I've had trouble sleeping.

Most mornings I wake up sobbing.

I'm sorry. That's shitty.

But this morning... I woke up screaming.

And I couldn't stop.

I need this to end. This has to end!

- I suggested selling the house...

- No!

OK. You both seem to agree on that.

Gavin.

I don't have much money,

but I could pay you.

That'd be illegal.

Besides money,...

..what would it take

to get you to help me, Gavin?

Put your shoes on, Barbara.

I haven't been into feet since '82.

- Have you ever made angry love?

- Is there any other way?

Hey, hey!

Stop it!

This is ridiculous. Button up!

You wanna settle this? Let's all sit down

and work it out, find some compromise.

- There is no compromise.

- Then I can't help you.

Worth a shot.

You know where I am

if you change your mind.

Sometimes I wonder what might have

happened... if I'd taken her offer.

But I didn't.

I should have seen her toes

in the pit of my crotch as a cry for help.

- Stinking b*tch.

- Dumb bastard.

- Slut.

- Scum.

- Filth.

- F*ggot.

- Morning, Susan.

- Morning.

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- I made you some sandwiches for the trip.

- I'm not hungry.

You may be hungry later.

Why don't you wrap these up?

There's some things I should tell you.

You're going off to college.

- You told me you loved me.

- Yes, I do love you.

And about drugs - don't do 'em. And sex -

don't catch anything. What else is there?

Just... about women.

Don't be led by your emotions.

Just cos you screwed up doesn't mean I will,

so don't try and put your sh*t off on me.

Josh. Don't leave like this.

- I'm pissed at you!

- So what do you want to do about it?

You wanna take a swing at me?

Is that gonna make you feel better?

Then go ahead.

What are you and Dad gonna do

to each other once we're not around?

Don't be silly.

Your father and I need some time alone

to work things out.

By the time summer school starts,

we'll have it settled.

Then I'll make a celebration dinner

and I'll bring it up - or you can come here.

We'll work it out.

- You promise?

- Sure.

You know I love you.

- My sweet girl.

- So...

I'll be back for my things.

I will be thinking the best for you.

So long.

- Take care, Susan.

- Goodbye!

- You have a great time, kids.

- Don't worry about us.

Bye!

Here, Bennie.

At 15, I became an evolutionist,

and it all became clear.

We came from mud.

And after 3.8 billion years of evolution,

at our core is still mud.

No divorce lawyer can doubt that.

We can nail her. She's having

a black-tie dinner at 8 o'clock tonight.

The food critic from The Post

called to confirm the time.

She sent me this phoney

exterminator's notice...

..saying the house is being gassed

for termites, so I'd stay away.

- She can have dinner parties.

- She lied about the exterminator.

She can lie.

She took two of my Staffordshire figures.

Any dealer would give you

at least $1,000 for them.

She is financing her dinner with my things.

I want to file criminal charges

and I want her thrown in jail.

- Unless you have proof, there aren't grounds.

- Wait a minute. Whose side are you on?

Did she get to you?

- Did you bang her?

- Not at all!

She was great. She was a gymnast.

She was?

Yeah.

Look, Oliver...

I lost my train of thought.

Come on, Gavin. Let's have her arrested.

I don't think you should stay in the house.

Sell the house and divide the proceeds.

No. You're selling me out. You don't

think I got the guts to go to the mat.

You don't want to go to this mat, Oliver.

Look. I respect you, Oliver.

You're a professional. I'm a professional.

As a professional and a friend,

I'm telling you, one way or another,...

..you're gonna lose. Give it up.

I understand what you're saying.

You're fired.

Now, some of the dishes tonight are new.

Some, I've no doubt made for you before.

But they are all my favourite dishes

as you are all my favourite clients.

Hello, darling. Sorry I'm late.

Well, I guess I'd better not sit too close

to anybody because I have a bit of a cold.

Atchoo!

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Now I guess I'll go in and piss on the fish.

Oliver, these people are my clients.

you are messing with my business.

I have the food editor

from The Post out there.

Is everything all right?

- I would never humiliate you like this.

- You're not equipped to, honey.

Leaving so soon, baby doll? Huh?

A family tiff seems to be developing.

I don't know if we should leave, but

I definitely advise skipping the fish course.

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No!

What...? What...? What are you doing?

What...? What are you doing?

Do you see what she's doing?

Do you see that?

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Get out of the car, hon.

you're gonna have to kill me.

I mean it, Oliver.

You don't have the guts!

Come on. Come on!

This is absurd. It's just absurd.

OK, the gloves are off.

Look, I don't wanna create a scene.

I mean, I, uh,

live in this neighbourhood, too.

But the gloves are off!

Chickenshit.

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Your guests would have loved this.

I expected a little more imagination

from you, Ollie.

Guess I'll go clean up.

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Not the Staffordshires.

- You love them as much as I do.

- More.

Don't you touch that.

What are you doing?

- Give that to me!

- Let go!

- Give it to me!

Ugh!

Good night.

Bennie?

Bennie!

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Bennie?

The Bermuda high-pressure system is

keeping hot weather in the Potomac area.

Look for a high today of 92 degrees.

Not a good day

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