Tootsie Page #7

- What's your name again?

- Suzanne.

Call Pamela Green, my agent.

Paramount's interested.

I'll know after the first.

I'll read it after the first.

Actually, I'm not that crazy

about the script.

I'm having a rewrite done.

Maybe we could have dinner.

Call Pamela.

She handles me for dinner.

Do you have a light?

- How've you been?

- Great.

- Good.

- You look wonderful.

Silly me, I already had dinner.

I didn't know there'd be so much food.

It's for my dog.

He likes fruit.

Mike Dorsey.

Great view, huh?

Only Phil could afford all those lights.

You know...

...I could lay a big line on you...

...and we could do a lot of

role-playing, but the simple truth...

...is that I find you

very interesting.

And I'd like to make love to you.

You know?

It's as sim...

As simple as that.

I understand who you really are.

And I'll no longer submit to your

petty insults and humiliations.

It's not necessary now that

Emily Kimberly's here.

Now that someone who sees

the truth is your equal.

Listen, doctor, I've filed charges

against you with the AMA.

You'll be notified tomorrow.

- And cut it.

- Cut.

It's a good one.

Perfect.

- That was great.

- Thanks, John.

- Lovely job. First-rate.

- You were wonderful.

Thanks to my coach.

No, you did it yourself.

- Was it okay?

- I loved the middle...

So much for the

mutual-admiration society.

Let's move on to item 17.

Jo, clear this set.

I'll need Alan, Tom and John.

Tootsie, take 10.

Ron?

My name is Dorothy.

It's not Tootsie or Toots

or Sweetie or Honey or Doll.

- Oh, Christ.

- No, just Dorothy.

Alan's always Alan, Tom's always Tom

and John's always John.

I have a name too. It's Dorothy,

capital D-O-R-O-T-H-Y.

Dorothy.

Excuse me, doctor.

Did somebody die?

- Violinist.

- I didn't know he was that sick.

He wasn't.

He asked for a raise.

I'm sorry about what

happened out there.

- I was upset.

- What're you doing for the holidays?

Why?

Well, the baby and I are gonna

go up to my dad's farm upstate.

It's not exactly the fast lane,

but it's kind of fun.

Maybe you'd like to come along?

You know, since my dad met you,

he's your biggest fan.

Is Ron coming too?

Would that make a difference?

Actually...

...I think he has to stay

in town and work.

If it matters...

...I've always hated women who treat

other women as stand-ins for men.

It's not that, really.

I'd just like you to come.

I just don't want to get up too soon

or I'll have another relapse.

Isn't there some way we could rehearse

in the same room together?

We will. Right after the weekend.

I'll call you Monday.

Thanks. Bye-bye.

You know where my pink nightgown is?

With the flow...

- Listen to me.

- What?

Stop packing.

Don't do this.

- Why?

- You should not do this.

In two weeks, if I ever see Julie again,

it'll be as Michael...

...and she'll probably

throw a drink in my face.

- How can you keep lying to Sandy?

- It's for her own good.

I never told Sandy I wouldn't

see other women. Come on.

If I told her, it would hurt her

and I don't want to do that.

Especially since Julie and I

are just girlfriends.

I'm just afraid you'll

burn in hell for this.

I don't believe in hell.

I believe in unemployment.

- Wait! Let me get those.

- Oh, well, thank you.

- Strong little thing, aren't you?

- Well, no.

Come on, Dorothy.

I'll show you the house.

- Careful coming up here.

- It really is old, isn't it?

Here we are.

I'll set up the crib in a second.

Unpack your bags and we'll...

Wait. Are we sharing?

The upstairs is shut off.

And I know you girls.

No matter what, you'll sneak back

together and spend the night giggling.

He still thinks I'm 12.

Which side do you want?

I think the one closest

to the bathroom.

I won't take up much room.

Take it between your thumb

and forefinger.

Let every finger roll down

individually. That's it, yes.

My goodness.

You'll be all right.

Special up here, isn't it?

I'm glad you came.

Can I tell you something?

Sweetheart?

Ron is on the phone.

Hi. I'm sorry.

- What, Dorothy?

- Nothing.

- I think I'll put her down.

- Good.

Gets a little chilly out here.

- No, I was just...

- I brought this sweater for you.

Thank you.

Very nice of you, Les.

Thank you.

I wonder if we're going to get

any stars out of the sky tonight?

I've got my stars.

You and Julie.

- It's beautiful.

- I should've transposed it.

It's wonderful for a lady

to play piano.

Quit. Mama insisted.

- Who wants another drink?

- You better take it easy.

- Remember Injun Joe.

- What's that?

Don't you tell that story.

- This bar Daddy hangs out in...

- I don't.

He and Injun Joe threw back

a few too many.

Hard liquor.

They thought they saw this elk.

They stalked it for a couple hours.

They cornered it up

against Charlie's barn.

About the time they were ready

to blast it, it mooed.

It was a cow?

Enough laughing at your old man.

You know this one?

Wait a minute.

- Bravo!

- That was Julie's mother's name.

Mary Juliet Cooper.

Well, I'm going to bed.

Do you wanna hit the hay,

as they say on the farm?

I think I'll... You and...

Both of you go to bed.

- I'll stay up.

- I'll stay with you.

Well, I'm going.

- Good night.

- Good night, dear.

Good night, Dad.

Sleep well.

Be good.

- Nice girl, isn't she?

- Very sweet.

I'm kind of glad Ron didn't come up.

You know I am too, actually.

Really?

- I'm sorry. Please, sit down.

- Thank you.

I thought you'd be more like

one of them "liberators."

You know, I'm not really

like the woman on the show.

I mean, it's just a part.

I'm not that militant.

Don't get me wrong.

I'm all for equality.

Women ought to be entitled to

everything and all, et cetera.

Except...

...sometimes I think

what they really want is to be men.

Like men are all equal

in the first place. We're not.

Can I get you another drink?

I must keep my wits tonight.

Tonight?

Well, always.

I remember years ago...

...there wasn't talk about

what a woman was, what a man was.

You just were what you were.

Now they have all this stuff about

being like the other sex...

...so you can all be the same.

Well, I'm sorry, but we're just not.

Not on a farm, anyway.

Bulls are bulls,

and roosters don't try to lay eggs.

Never.

My wife and I, we were

married a lot of years.

People got it all wrong.

They say your health

is the most important thing.

But I can lift this house off the

ground. What good is it?

Being with someone.

Sharing.

That's what it's all about.

- Julie says you're not married.

- No.

Like another drink?

- No.

- You sure?

Yes. Well, you know what?

I think it is about that time.

- Thanks for staying up and talking.

- Don't you mention it.

You have beautiful eyes.

Oh, well, thank you.

Good night, Les.

Daddy's a little out of

touch, isn't he?

No. Very sweet, very sweet.

He sees things pretty simply.

You're either happy or unhappy.

Married or not married.

There's nothing in between.

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