"How much?" "$1.50." "Miss?" "Miss, your change." "If you wish to find the express train... try the B.M. T." "Spare a little change?" "Anybody, spare a little change?" "Lady?" "A little change?" "I need some lunch." " Watch where you're going there, man." " Anybody?" "...corrupt society" "I know the time will be here again" "When the taxes are taken You know it will lead to the end" " Look at you." " Hi, Anton." "Oh." " I've never seen you all dressed up like this." " Well, do I look the part?" "Sure." "Look at me." "Oh." " Coffee?" " Oh." "No." "Yes!" "Oh, I'm so nervous." " Well, you're supposed to be nervous on your wedding day." " Oh, right, right." " You really look absolutely gorgeous." " Oh, thanks." "I borrowed the dress." " It's a marvelous thing you're doing, Brontë." "Really." " Oh, Anton, please, no speeches." " I think you and Georges will" " No speeches." " Okay, no speeches." "Hey, hey, Georges!" "Coming?" "More!" "More!" " Nice to meet you." " You too." " You were very good." " So were you." "Oh, here's Anton." "That's a copy for you, Brontë." " I'll never forget Afrika." " Africa?" "Yes, where we met." "Oh, the coffee shop." "Right." "Okay, so, uh, good luck with your life." "Et merci, Anton." " And good luck with your composing." " With what?" "Your music." "Oh, yes." "Uh, right." "Yes." "Okay." " So what happens next?" " That's it." "You don't even have to see him again." " You should take a look at that." " Mm-hmm." "Mm-hmm." "That could potentially be a problem." "Mm-hmm." "Mm-hmm." "Africa?" "Yes." "That's where we met." "And he's there now again." "Uh, I wish he were here... but he's not." "He'd love the apartment, though." "He travels a great deal." "But he's the quiet type." "We both are, really." "What's he doing there?" "He's a composer." " African music." " Not drums?" "We couldn't have someone who played the drums here." "Oh, no." "No." "He studies their music." "He's an academic." " He, himself, is not African?" " He's French." " Oh, oh, oh, French." "Oh." " Oh." "What is this? "Green Guerillas."" "Not some sort of an army, is it?" "It's a volunteer garden group, Mrs. Bird." "They do very good work amongst the poor." "And you'll notice that Mrs. Fauré is also with our city parks department." "Uh, we did have problems with a recent tenant... a single gentleman, uh, who, uh, neglected the responsibilities... associated with 12-F." "Mmm, that's why the board feels... that a young married couple would be more suitable." "Well, I think it's the fact that Mrs. Fauré is a horticulturist that's very much in her favor." "Yes, but it is highly irregular to give our approval without meeting Mr. Fauré." "I like the couple from the bank." " Not the one with the dog." " Look, I'm very aware of the situation." "It's just that... well, I could bring the garden back to the way the late professor had it." "I don't want to get too technical, but the moracus syconia needs thinning... and the crinums and the zamias are sadly neglected." "The chamaedorea's root bound, and special care must be taken... for the poor cyathaceae dicksonia." "Not to mention the cordyline or the heliconia." "And there's work nurturing the aspidistra... begonias, the bromeliads." "Oh!" "Yo, baby!" "Yo, Brontë!" "The city fathers give their blessing to the project." " All right!" " Yeah." "Talk about the 11th hour, huh?" " I've got some good news." " Oh, what's that?" "How about 3,000 square feet of quality topsoil?" " You're kidding!" " No." "Get this." "Burger King does this-- this big press hype over at the Sheraton Center." " Uh-huh." " They recreate Texas or something." " Hey." "A giant burger city in the middle of Texas." "Anyway, they don't know what they're gonna do with the soil when they're all through." "Dave says, "I know just the guy who'll take it off your hands." Me." " Uh-huh." " Hey, Harry, how you doin', man?" "Look at this." "We're officially approved." "Hey, let's go!" "All right!" "Burger King!" " Burger King!" " Let's hear it for Phil!" "Who can use a box of periwinkles?" "Here you go." "Tomatoes." "All right, yea!" "Italian would be great, but ask Brontë and Phil." " Yeah, 'cause I'm starved." " I am too." " Hey, Brontë, are you hungry?" "Wanna get something to eat?" "How about you?" " Yeah?" "Oh, yeah." "Yeah." " Yeah." " The four of us get something to eat?" " Ten minutes?" "Let's go." " The All Nations okay?" " Yeah." " Hey." "Ah." " Mmm." " A little pasta." " Like maybe we could think of certain plants that we could put in there." " Yeah." " Can we order?" " I'm not your waiter." " Great." "So who is our waiter?" " Yeah." " Well, we'll leave it up to you." " Hey, man, are you our waiter?" " No, sir." "Georges, les cartes." " Do you want an antipasto?" " Let's get out of here." "It's awful." "I don't think we'll find anyplace else open this time of night." "Look at this." "Look at this time." "We have been sitting here a long time." " You have chosen?" " Uh" " Somebody else go ahead." "Uh, what are your specials tonight?" "Uh, from Switzerland we have, um, calves' liver with our special sauce... and, uh, from old England, we have roast beef." " I don't eat meat." " Why not?" "Pardon me?" "If you don't eat meat, we have, uh, fish." "No, I don't eat fish either." "I'm a vegetarian." " Ah." " Do you have a vegetarian special?" "Of course." "All Nations vegetables." " Good." "I'll have that, but no oil or salt." " No salt for you." "Okay." " Uh, I think I'll take the fish." " Me too." "Fish." "Two for the fish." "Okay." "And, uh... for mademoiselle?" "Or is it madame?" "It's, uh, just here on the right." "Just right here." " Let me come up?" " Mmm, no." "What is it?" "A girls' dorm?" "I've never even seen your apartment." "What's with all the secrecy?" " What secrecy?" " Well, most girls I've known..." " have tried to crowd me, except you." " Mm." "I could do with a little crowding from you." "You coming or what?" " Okay." " Okay." "Evening, Mrs. Fauré." " Hello, Oscar." " There's some mail here... mostly addressed to Miss Parrish." "I guess some folks don't know you're married." " I still go by the name Parrish." " Women's lib, huh?" " Yes, I guess so." " Nothing from Africa." " Oh." " I already checked." " I guess he's still on safari, huh?" " Something like that." " Good night, Mrs. Fauré." " Good night, Oscar." " Hello?" " Mrs. Fauré?" " Yes?" " My name is Gorsky." "I'm with the investigations department of the I.N.S." " The what?" " Immigration." "My partner and I are down in the lobby." "We wondered if we might have a word with you, uh, and, uh, your husband." "Oh." " What is it you want to know?" " I just want to speak with Georges Fauré." " He doesn't work here anymore." " What?" "He was rude to a customer." "We don't stand for that." " Excuse me." " No, please." "I must find him." " Do you know where he lives?" " Georges Fauré is trouble." "You would do best to avoid him." "Now, if you'll excuse me, young lady." "I have customers waiting." "You're a friend of Georges?" "Yo." "Yo!" "Where are you going?" " I'm to see Mrs. Fauré." " Oh?" " And who are you?" " Mr. Fauré." " Mr. Fauré?" " Yes." "Oh, I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I've never seen you before." " Welcome back." "How was Africa?" " Africa?" " Yeah." "You got any bags?" " No, no." "No, just me." "Just me." "You know, when I first seen you, I thought to myself..." ""This guy just stepped out of the jungle."" "And I was right!" "Oh, it's great to see you back." "I hate to see a young couple like yourselves, you know, separated like you've been." " It's bad for the marriage." "Call me old-fashioned if you want." " No, no, no, no, no, no." "Oh, but that's what's wrong with this country, you know?" " The family is going down the toilet." " The toilet?" "What" " The toilet." "Yeah." "Fifteen years I'm married to the same woman." " What, uh" " See?" "See my kids there?" "Huh?" " Oh, yes." "Yeah." "I call her twice a day." "I don't go for that women's lib stuff." " No, sir." "Couples living in sin, that sort of thing." " Oh, no." " Oh, that's no good, no good at all." " Oh, it's terrible, yeah." "So" "Well, come in." "Right." "Now, these people are due here any minute, so, um" "Look, I think we'd better talk about the situation, don't you?" "You got my note?" "Of course you did, otherwise you wouldn't be here." "Uh, I spoke to my lawyer." "He said not to panic." "It's probably just routine." " Have you got some coffee?" " Coffee?" "Yeah." "Right!" "Good idea." "We'll just have coffee like any normal married couple." "How's the composing?" "Didn't you get the big job in California?" "No." "I don't like them, you know?" "I prefer to be a waiter than work for people like that." "But you're not at the restaurant anymore." "No, I quit." "They said you were fired." "Really?" "Funny." "I hate that captain, you know?" "He's really a snob type." "Ah." "These people are due here any minute, and you stroll around my apartment touching my things!" "Do you realize the situation that you've put me in?" "Do you?" "I'm sorry, Betty." "It's Brontë." "Oh." "This is hopeless." " The coffee?" " The coffee?" " Yes." " I'm about to go to jail, you're gonna be deported." "But what about the coffee?" "Oh, my God, they're here." " Wait." "Wait!" "I'll get it." " Yeah?" "Uh, may I speak with Mr. Fauré, please?" "Yeah, this is Mr. Fauré." " This is Immigration." " Ah, okay." "Come on." "What" " What are you doing?" " Better put them in my closet." "Oh." "Oh, God!" "Ring." "Ring." " Oh, we have to talk, for God's sake." " Talk about what?" "Our story." "How we met." "They're gonna ask us questions." "No, they just want to see us together, that's all." "This happened to a guy at the restaurant." "They see us, they go." "Simple." "Can you get it, chérie?" "Let me do the talking." "No, I'll do the talking." "You don't speak much English." "I'll just tell them" " I'll just tell" "No!" "Now, relax." "We're together." "Okay?" "Don't panic." "Now go." "Hello." "Oh, isn't this quaint?" "Thank you." "Come on up." "Georges?" "This is Mrs. Sheehan and Mr. Gorsky." " Hi." " Hello." " Hi." " Hi." "Please sit down." " Mr. Fauré?" " Georges, please." "Yes." "Now, you entered the country... five months ago according to our records." "Yes, and already I love it." "You see?" " Yes, well" " Land of opportunity." " Such a great country." "A-A-Already I feel at home." " Yes." " Ah." " So lucky." "Beautiful wife." " Apartment." " Yeah." " Plants." " Oh." " So lucky." "You see?" " Uh, well, um, your visa-- a B-2... a tourist visa-- allowed you only six weeks." "Now, that in itself is an offense... but more recent events have overtaken that." "Your marriage, of course, gives you automatic residency status." " Now, this is your place of residence?" " Of course." " Yes." " You moved here after the marriage?" " Yes." "Mm-hmm." " Mm-hmm." "We spoke to the chairperson of the building... and he said you'd been away, Mr. Fauré." " In Africa." " Yes." " Shooting elephants." " Oh." " With a camera." " Ah, a camera." " Oh!" " Of course." "And he brought me back some plants." "Some violets." "African violets." " The violets." " Mm." " Mm-hmm." "And, uh, where did you live, Mr. Fauré, before the marriage?" "Oh, all over the place, you see, um" "In the park, one night." " And, uh, where do you work?" " Pardon?" "My husband's a composer." "He's working on an important composition right now... based on his African research." "A composer?" "We don't, uh, have a note of that." "And, uh, you write, what?" "Uh, rock 'n' roll?" "Ballet." "I write for the ballet." "Ballet." "Your statement on your passport application said you had no criminal convictions." "Is that a true and correct statement?" "Of course." "You speak French, Mrs. Fauré?" "Not really." "Not exactly." "No barrier to love, though, hmm?" "Well, that about does it." "We're sorry to have troubled you." "There's been a major clampdown on illegal aliens... marrying for residency status and a green card." "It's come down from the top." "The White House." "Well, you don't want to get the wrong type." " Precisely." " We understand." "As a matter of curiosity, how did you two meet?" "I'm sure it was very romantic." " We" " You go ahead." " Well, uh" " No, you, please." " We just" " Please, you" " We sort of crashed into each other." "Boom!" " Like that." " Goodness." " Yes, I was, uh, carrying a lot of parcels, and" " Parcels?" " Yes, parcels." "And then I-I picked them up, and" " A-A-And" " And Anton" " Don't forget about Anton." " Ah, Anton, yes." " He was with Georges, and I knew him." " Anton, yes." "Yes, he also helped pick up the parcels." "Yes, but the point is, darling, is that he introduced us." "Oh, that's right." "He did." "He did, yes." "Anton." " And?" " Well" " So, and" " Ah, it was raining." "And, uh..." " Oh, yes!" "We got soaked." "I took one other parcels when I pick up mine." " Oh, you had parcels too?" " Ah." "Uh, everyone had parcels." "So many parcels." "So, uh, I-I-I-- I picked up one others." " By mistake." " Yes, so I had, uh, my parcels... and, uh, her parcel... and I was, uhh... staggering around, like this." "And, uh" "Uh" " Uh" " Somebody better get the telephone." " It couldn't be for me." "Well, it could be, dear, but don't worry." "I'll get it." "We don't want to have a husband-and-wife fight in front of our guests." "Hello?" "Phil!" "You're still upstate, aren't you?" " No, I'm not glad you're still there." " Do go on, Mr. Fauré." " Phil, I can't talk right now." " Hmm?" "The parcels?" "You were up to where you had her parcels." " Oh, yes." "Yes." " Oh!" "I'm excited." " So I found this extra parcel." " Can I call you back?" "I knew I had 9, and now 10." "I say, "What was going on?"" "I say to myself." "And I-I open it, and it was, um, uh, ladies' underwears." "Ladies' underwear." " Look, um" " Mm-hmm." " So, I called Anton... and he said, uh, "It must belong to Betty."" "You mean Brontë." "Yes." "Brontë." "But I didn't know her name... and, uh, so, now I did." " So, um" " Yeah." " That's it." " May I use your bathroom?" " Hmm?" " The bathroom?" " What for?" "Uh, well, I need to use it." " Uh, bathroom." " Oh!" " No, please, go ahead." " Where is it?" " What?" " Uh, the lavatory." "Could you show me where it is?" " Oh, yes." "Please follow me." " Why am I whispering?" "Oh, that's great!" "Just great." "Oh!" "No, that used to be the bathroom... before the renovations." "I keep forgetting." "Voilá." "This was the broom closet, but we made it into the bedroom." "You see?" "And this door is the bathroom." "Voilá." "Let him move into my apartment?" "I can't believe you're saying this." "Well, don't look so shocked." "Frankly, young lady..." "I think you have your priorities all wrong, you kno" "You married a man you didn't know in order to get a greenhouse." "That shocked me." "All right, so I'm old-fashioned when it comes to marriage." "I happen to think that falling in love has something to do with it." "You don't?" "Fine." "But if marrying a stranger doesn't shock you, then letting him move in... and spend a couple of nights sleeping on the sofa" " Well, that shouldn't shock you either." " Oh, this isn't happening." "They want a second interview on Monday." "This is Friday." " That gives you the weekend to get your stories straight." " Two days?" "Well, I don't see why he has to move in." "Why can't he just meet me here in the park or something?" "Because this interview's going to be in-depth." "They're gonna question you separately." "They're gonna want to know the color of each other's toothbrush." "Uh, what does he like to eat?" "I don't know." "Does he snore?" "You're gonna have to, uh, study each other's habits." " It's like you're cramming for an exam." " Oh, God!" " Do I have no alternative?" " Sure." "You can confess everything now, he'll be deported... you could face charges, and no more greenhouse." " It's like living in a police state." " No, no." "It's called breaking the law." "Now, no matter how trivial it may have seemed to you at the time... that's what you've done." "Anyway, I think you should, uh, introduce Georges to some of your friends." " My friends?" " Let him get to know them." "Say he's visiting from Paris or something." "No, I couldn't bear that." "He's such a slob." " I'll do it without anybody knowing." " Well, that's up to you." "But listen, get that story straight." "Oh, by Monday evening this'll all be over... and we can start planning the divorce." "I can't wait." "For your pond." "Oh." "Right." "Thank you." "Wait and I'll show you around." "Not that there's that much to see." "You do know where the bathroom is." "Shoo, shoo, shoo." "Come on." "Shoo." "Shoo." "Do you mind not smoking inside?" " What's this?" " It's coffee." " No." "Yes, it is." "It's decaf." " Don't you have any real coffee?" " I'm afraid not." "I'll make you the best coffee you ever had." "I only drink decaf." "You'll change when you taste this." "Look, I don't want anyone to know about this, okay?" "So we have to make up a story in case we run into any of my friends." "Something simple." "You're an old friend." "I admire your ballet music." "You're visiting from Paris." "You're staying with me for a couple of nights." " You're gay." " Gay?" "I don't want to be gay." "Okay, you're not gay." "You're just an old friend... and the hotels are all booked up, so here you are." "Oh." "Not a very good story." "Well, you come up with a better one then." "Well, I don't know." "Something political?" "Terrorist, maybe?" "Hmm?" "No, not a terrorist." "But political's good." "A refugee." "That's it." "That'll work." "Yes." "No, we don't say anything." "Just a friend staying for a couple of nights." " This is New York." " You're right." " Mm-hmm." " Okay, you sleep on the couch... and we split expenses." "I'll cook, hmm?" "Hmm?" "Oh." "Good." "Mm." "It doesn't smell good." "Put it back, please." " For your birds?" " What?" " This is a birdseed, no?" " It's muesli." " Put it back." "I'll get some croissants." "But I like birdseed." " Sure." " No, okay." "No, you" " No." " Go ahead." "No, please." "No, no." " No, go ahead." "Choose, please." " Come on, honey." " Coming." "B?" "Brontë?" "Oh, it is you!" "Hey!" "Lauren, what are you doing here?" "What am I doing here?" "I'm, like, you know, buying food." "Well, it's just not your neighborhood." "Mother's having one of her little musical soirees." "I told her I'd pick up a few things for her." "When am I gonna see your new apartment?" "Hi." "Hi." "You're together?" "Sort of." "This is an old friend." "Georges Fauré, this is Lauren Adler." "Hi, Lauren." "Ooh, that accent!" "You're French, right?" "Ooh." "This is so weird." "Everything in my life has been French lately." "Monday I buy a jacket." "It's French." "Wednesday I go see a French movie." "And then, last night, Tony says, "Let's eat French."" "It's like Carl Jung." "What do you call it?" "A coincidence-- something." " Coincidence." " Uh-huh." "So, nice to meet you, Brontë's French friend." " Uh-huh." " Well, Lauren" "Look, if you want to eat French again, eh, I'm cooking." "For Brontë." "Hmm?" " Uh" " Mm-hmm." "I adore Paris." "I'd go there all the time if I could." " Oh, yes, yes, I know." " Oh, thanks." " Teach me, Daddy." "Teach me." "Oh, but the last time was for six months." " Hi, Mrs" " Not right now!" " Oh, Mr. Fauré!" "Mr. Fauré!" "Kids, meet Mr. Fauré." " He's the one that's been in Africa." " Hi." "Huh?" "My kids." "Huh?" "Kids." "Maybe you two will be thinking about starting a family soon, huh?" " Shh!" " Oh, shh, shh!" " Georges!" " Yes?" " Georges!" " Yes, I'm coming." "Hold the elevator!" "Wait!" "Going up!" "Hold it!" "Hold it!" "Going up!" "Wait for me!" "They should fix those doors." "Somebody'll get killed around here." "What did those government people want?" " It's nothing." " We don't know exactly what they want." " What's this?" " Georges' visa, a minor problem." "They said, does Mr. Fauré do this and that?" "And about Mrs. Fauré-- Did she go to Africa?" "And so on." "Mrs. Fauré?" "Georges' mother." " She died in Africa." " Oh, I'm sorry." " Yes." " Oh." "Killed by the elephants." "I could just sit here and watch you all day, Georges." "Some stroke of luck, huh, B, having a French chef as a guest?" "Stop it, Lauren." "So what are you doing in New York, Georges?" " I just crashed and" " Georges is a political" " You go on." " No, go on." " No, you, please." "A political what?" "Political, um, ballet." "I can't imagine a political ballet." "You know, it's sort ofa" "Georges writes for the ballet." "He's an old friend." " He's" " Not gay." " Of course not." " Good." " He just couldn't find a hotel." " And he's been in Africa." " Look, we old friend." " Yeah." " So I don't fuck her." "Hmm?" "What, did you kill somebody for this place?" "You probably cut them up and used them for mulch." "This is amazing!" "So is your French friend." "I want details later." "Oh, Lauren, please." "My mother would adore this." "Oh, speaking of my mother, guess what!" "She and Daddy are leaving New York." " No!" "What about her beautiful gardens?" " They're leaving." "Anyway, I've told Daddy all about the Green Worms or whatever they are." " Green Guerillas." " Yeah, well, anyway... being this great old liberal, he says how he'd like to give you and your group all the plants." "No, not those beautiful trees." "The trees, the plants, everything." "Oh, that's fantastic!" "Our stocks are so low." "We're desperate for plants." "Uh, well, wait a minute." "There's a problem." "Mother won't hear of it." "But I don't know." "I think if you talked to her, maybe she'd change her mind." "Georges." " No." " Yeah." "Brontë, you didn't eat anything." " It's not my kind of food." " She likes birdseed." "It's just not healthy, all that butter." "What's the point of life if you don't enjoy yourself?" "Hmm?" "Do you mind?" "You're like an old married couple." "Okay." "So how did you two meet?" "Well, you know, Lauren, I was, uh, carrying a lot of parcels" "Lauren, it's a long story." "Can I tell you later?" " I've got lots of work I need to do, cataloging plants." " I can take a hint." " No." "Oh, finish your wine." "It's" " Oh." "A little bit more." "Okay?" " Nice to have met you, Georges." " Nice to meet you, Lauren." "Nice" " Eh, I see you again." "Huh?" " He's gorgeous." " Lauren, look, I" "I can say this now." "I did not like Phil." "Oh, so earnest, my God!" "Phil and I are still very much together." "Oh, I'm sorry." "Oh, I'm so embarrassed." "I mean, I like Phil." "He's very concerned about the environment and all that." " Yes, he is." " Oh, typical me, putting my foot in it." " Forget it." " Well, in that case..." "I wouldn't mind seeing Georges again myself." "He's dishy." "Gardeners are so weird." " Bye, Lauren." " Ciao." "Why did you ask her to stay for lunch?" "This is my apartment." "This is not gonna work." "No, it won't work if I don't know everything about you." "That silly story about the parcels!" "Your mother, the elephants, lying to my friends." "It's all so horrible." "And I know you've got a cigarette, so you can smoke it outside!" "You begin the lie when you married." "I didn't make you lie." " Well, I didn't ask her to lunch." " You always blame me." "You did it too." " Did what?" " Married me!" "I did it for the green card." "Why did you do it?" " No one made you!" "No one!" " Outside!" "Outside!" "If you push me to be a beast, I can be a beast, so take care!" "Now look what you've done, you silly French oaf!" "." "Oh." " Hello?" " Hey, it's me." "I just wanted to thank you for lunch." "And that greenhouse!" "I'm so jealous!" "Oh, Lauren, I'm so sorry about lying to you." " Lying to me?" "What are you talking about?" " I mean, not telling you... y-y-you know, not having you over here before." " You're my oldest friend." " Oh, please, forget it, B." "Oh, I haven't been myself lately." "You're right about that." "Things are complicated right now." "You know, Mother's having this dinner party tonight." "Well, I just spoke to her, and she's invited you." "Great chance for you to work on her about the trees." "You could bring Georges." "What are you doing in here?" "I went and, uh, I bought some beautiful tomatoes for you." "Look, that's sweet, but" "And outside" " Come on." "Come outside." " And look here." "We have radishes, peppers, carrots." " Oh, no, my plants!" "Just weeds." "I pull" " I pulled them out." "No, this is my research!" " Oh, I'm sorry." "I bought this for you." "Just don't touch anything, okay?" " Okay, okay." " And don't go in the greenhouse anymore." "That's all I ask." "It's my special place." "Oh." " You like your plants better than people." " Some people." "Oh, God." "Look." "Truce, okay?" "I don't make the war." "You asked me before why I did it-- the marriage." " Well, it was for the greenhouse." " Greenhouse?" "I don't expect you to understand, but that's why I did it." "Oh, I understand." "You want something, you take it." "Hmm?" "We work tonight?" "Study, just like school?" " I have to go out." " Then I'll come too." " No." " Why?" " Ah, your boyfriend, the vegetarian." " No, he's away." " So!" " No, it's Lauren's parents' place." " Snob types, you'd call them." " Oh." "I will embarrass you, huh?" " No." " Yes, too much oaf!" "." " No." "S" " The Adlers are thinking about giving some trees to a gardening group I'm in." "What's that?" "Oh, it's-- it's just a gardening group." "We go into poor areas, like the Lower East Side, and" "I came from that life." "You waste your time." " What?" " Yeah." "Nothing will change down there." "It will always be that way." " Better to forget about it." " Forget about it?" "Yeah." "Look, the trees are very good." "Yes, sure, sure." " But you can't eat the trees." " Well, nothing changes without hope." " Oh, you think the gardens make hope?" " Well, it's something." "The trees are very good, yes, but go to the country if you want trees." "Huh?" "You try telling that to the children." "They live with chaos, despair." "You may think it's nothing to give them a garden to plant... or trees to climb, but at least it's doing something." " If it amuses you, then do it." " Amuses me?" "Chaos." "Despair." " I'll take the mudslide." " Mudslide it is." "Okay." " Yeah!" " Oh, Richard!" "Now, little fish, swim!" " Better down." " What?" "Y-Your hair looks better down." "I'll be back by 10:00." "We can work then." "Please don't answer the phone or let anyone in." "Don't be late." "Huh?" " Thanks a lot." " Grab it!" " Cab!" "Taxi!" "Hey!" " Into the garden." " Thank you." "I woke up maybe six weeks ago... and I said, "Saul, this is it." "We're leaving."" "Brontë, how exquisite you look." " Thank you for asking me at the last minute." " No, not at all." "Not at all." "It's just so wonderful to see you." "It's been so long." " And Lauren tells us you've got a brilliant new apartment." " Yes." "Is she here yet?" "My point is, it's not a question of whether or not it's pornographic." "The question is, whether or not it qualifies as art." "I mean, pornography is" "But you" " I mean, your own daughter!" "Have you seen the stuff she does?" "Lafayette was on the horse and got off the horse... and saluted my ancestor on both cheeks with a big kiss." " Did he need to get off the horse?" " Now, it's very stupid... for these environmentalists to plant trees... when they don't know what they're doing." "They don't listen to me, needless to say." "Of course, I'm just your average layman... but I have written the appropriate authorities." "Oh, I'll go, Alberto." "That'll be Lauren." "As an artist, our daughter reserves the right to be late." "Absolutely." " At last!" " Hi, Mother." "This is Georges Fauré from Paris." " Hi." " Oh?" "Come on in, Georges." "Georges is Brontë's house guest, but she was too shy to bring him." " You don't mind, do you, Mother?" " But of course not." " I went to pick up Brontë and found him all alone." " Do come in." " Georges is a very important composer, Mother, so you two will have lots to talk about." " Oh, no, no, no." " Oh!" " No, no." "Mother plays the piano a little." "Get it?" "A little." "Alberto, another place, if you will." "Everybody, I'd like to present Georges Fauré... a leading French composer." " Ah!" " Oh, no, no." "Good evening." " You see the man sitting across from you?" " Mm-hmm." "He's very important." "He's on the board of trustees." "Do you live in Paris, Georges?" "Brontë, he was all by himself." "I really think he wanted to come out." "It's okay." "It's okay." "Simon and Grace are about to celebrate their 40th wedding anniversary." " Aw!" " Congratulations!" "Congratulations!" " How long have you been married?" " I've been married 35 years." "Sure." "Are you married, Georges?" "Me?" "Well, uh... not usually." "Whatever do you mean?" "Well, uh, not normally." " You're getting divorced?" " Yes, definitely." " Oh." "B, you'll never get married." " What makes you say that?" " Oh, you've turned down enough offers." "You're gonna wind up some kind of grand old Kate Hepburn, surrounded by lots of beautiful plants." "Most men I know are too boring or too vulgar to spend the rest of your life with." " You should change your brand of men." " Oh, really?" "Really, B. You're nice." "You look for the same thing in the man... and you wind up with two nices." "Nice." "What an awful word." " Well, Phil's nice, isn't he?" " Phil's different." "He's a gardener." "Are you any relation?" "Relation?" " Any relation to the Fauré?" " Who's that?" "The Fauré." "Gabriel." "I love his chamber music and his compositions for the harp." "They're so sensual." " We depend on donations, and" " Yeah." "We just don't have any plants." "If you could see how these gardens change these children's lives" " They just don't have" " I hear what you're saying, and I do hope you'll understand, Brontë, but... to break up that garden would be a crime." "See, I just can't do it, dear." "The pleasure it's given me that it'll give to... well, to whoever buys the place." "You do understand?" " Thank you." " And now, Georges Fauré." " Oh, yeah, Georges." " No." "No, no, no, I don't play well." " Please!" " You know, I'm not writing." " Oh, yes." " Please, Georges." " Well, uh, one of your earlier pieces, perhaps?" " We should be going." "Uh" "Yes, we really must go." "Georges has jet lag." "Oh, why not, Georges?" "Just one piece." "Oh, do you mind?" "It isn't often we have a Fauré in the house." " Yes, that's true." " Please!" " Come on, Georges." "Yes." "Ah." "It's not Mozart." "I know." " Would you translate for me, madame?" " Would I" ""Once I heard the sound of the wind in the trees."" "I think that's it." ""Once I heard the sound of the laughter of children."" ""And I wept warm, salty tears for the lost trees."" ""Let the little children come unto the trees... and I will give them hope," he said." ""But there are no trees for the poor, lost, poor children."" ""Decay is their toy."" ""Despair is their game."" ""They have only chaos to climb."" " Bravo!" " Bravo!" " Beautiful!" "Bravo!" "Bravo!" "I think you just got your trees." "No, no, no, no." "No." "I've got it." "Excuse me." "Ah." "Lauren." "Monticello face cream." ""Monticello."" "Cream face." "Okay." "Face cream." "Okay." " I hope it's okay." " What?" " The sofa." "Oh, sure." "Sure." " Thank you." " What for?" " For tonight." "The song, the poem." "Oh, that." "No, I didn't do it for you." "I just did it for me." " Oh." " You were mad when I came with Lauren." " Yes, I was." " And if you're mad, uh, we don't study, huh?" "And if we don't study, I don't get a green card." " Are you composing something now?" " Composing?" "Well, you're always humming that little tune." " Me, hum?" "I don't hum." " Yes, you do." "All the time." "If it bothers you, I-I-I'll stop." " No, I like it." " Oh, funny." "It's the first thing you like about me." "I don't dislike you, Georges." "I have no opinion of you." "I just want it over and my life to continue as it was before." "And I am waiting for my life to begin." "Okay." "Let's get to work." "And this, uh, was at my grandmother's house." " She had these beautiful, beautiful rose gardens." " Roses." "Actually, it was my-my grandfather... who started the rose garden behind her house." "That's at the beach." "We always bought these little hats." " And this is kindergarten." " Mm." " Oh, and, uh, these are my brothers and sisters." " Oh." "My dad's a writer." "They live in Connecticut." "He named us all after famous writers." " Kind of puts a curse on your whole life." " Mm." "I think he wanted me to be something artistic." "It was okay when I was a dancer, but he doesn't really care for gardening." " Hmm." " That's Colette..." " Colette." "Mm-hmm." " Austen, Lawrence and Elliot." " Colette, Austen, Lawrence, Elliot." " This is my dad, but, uh, there's a better picture." " A strong face." " A strong man." "Very strong opinions." "In fact, you and my father" "You couldn't get two people more different." " Yeah, you'd hate each other." " Why?" "Well, you're so right-wing about everything." "I'm not wing." "You are the one with the wing." " All your ideas are from the same place." " That's not true." "Huh?" "These are from college, different demonstrations." " What for?" " Oh, everything." " Everything?" " This is Lauren." " Lauren, yeah?" "Yes." " And Phil?" " Yes, that's Phil." " Mm-hmm?" " Mm-hmm." "You are in love with him?" "Hmm?" "Yes." "Yes, I am." "He's kind and sensitive." "Vegetarian?" "Yes, he cares about what he puts in his body." "Not like me, huh?" "Big pig." "Oh." "I was 12 years old when I made that." " Didn't the kids at school tease you?" " School?" "No." "I left school at 10 years." "This is the same as my father's, see." "He was a mechanic, but he always dreamed of the gypsies." "He would like to be a gypsy, traveling." "This one given to me by the putain." "You know "putain'"?" "Prostitute?" "Two girls in our town." "Liane and Michelle." "Michelle had lovely red hair, long red hair." "And this is how the heart is." "Love and hate." "If some people say they love everything, it's not true, you know?" "This is how the heart is." "This is my honesty." "And this one when I was a bad boy living in the street." "This is a knife, for revenge." "When someone meant something bad to you, you-- you make this tattoo until you find him and kill him." "Then you--you make another one here with the knife put away." " But you don't have that one." " I don't find him yet." " Were you ever in jail?" " Yeah." " What for?" "Just kid stuff." "Stealing cars." "N-Nothing serious." "Oh." "And, uh, when is your menstruation?" " My" " Menstruation." "Beginning of the month or the end of the month?" "When?" " Oh." " Huh?" "It's at the-- It's the beginning of the month." "Beginning." "Okay." "I didn't really believe that you were a composer." "I mean, we told so many lies, it's hard to know what the truth is." "You just have to trust your instinct." "Yeah." " This was my, uh, first boyfriend from college." " Hmm." "He was a musician too." "He played, uh... the slide trombone." "And it was he who first kissed those lips?" "I don't think they're gonna ask you that." "Good night." "Hmm." " Brontë?" " Yes?" "What side of the bed do you sleep on?" "The right side." "Okay." "I'll take the left side." "Okay." "Huh." "Brontë, come on." "We have, uh, work to do." "Work." ""Africa, Sunday." ""Chérie..." ""it is hot here in Africa..." ""and very green." ""The elephants have been restless again." ""I think it must be the drums." ""It makes them crazy." ""I miss you every day..." ""and I ask the same question:" "When are you coming, chérie?"" ""Dear Georges..." ""the apartment is looking beautiful." ""I only have to look in the fish pond to think of you." ""Hurry home." ""You are never far from my thoughts." "Much love, B."" " This is ridiculous!" " No, no, no." "Look." "For the green card, I do anything." "Look." "Give me camera, huh?" " We need blue sky." "Ah!" " Mm-hmm." "We are on honeymoon, and we have to smile like oafs." "Okay, now, do it, yes." " Do on the skis, okay?" " Okay, I'll do one." "I-I'll do one." "Okay." "On the slaloms, you know?" "I'm very good on slalom." "Will you remember, hmm?" "Oh." " Okay." "I need some blue sky." " We're loading'up our Woody" " With our boards inside and heading'out singin' our song" " Okay." " That's good." " Come on, baby, wait and see" "Okay, that's it." "That-That-That's great!" "Yes, I'm gonna take you surfin' with me" " Come along, baby, surfing' safari" " Okay." "That's good." " Yeah, I'm gonna take you surfin' with me" " Surfin' safari" " Let's go surfin' now everybody's learnin' how" " Oh, lovely, lovely." "Come on and safari with me" " Okay." " Come on." "Political ballet." " What?" " I make the oppressed." "You make the victory." " Okay." " Victory!" " Victory." "Yeah." " Victory." " Okay?" " Okay." "One more." " Oh!" "Okay." "The green" " Yes." "Put the plant behind you." "Uh, faites attention." " Put-Put-Put the green plant" " Of course." "The green plant" "There." "That's-That's good." "Okay." " We feel the elephants?" " I feel them, but, oh, maybe with the knife, like you could" "Yes." "Ah, uh" " Th" " Uh, yes." " This is so silly." " No, no, no, no." "That's all right." " One more." "Smile." " Okay." " Okay." "One more." " What now?" " Handyman." " Handyman?" " Yes." "The good husband always does handyman things." " Oh!" "Okay, okay." " Yes." "How 'bout these?" "Oh, great." "Great." "Oh." "Smile." " Okay, do some handyman things." " Yeah?" "Stay here." " Hello?" " Surprise!" "It's us, darling." "We're in your lobby." "Mother!" "Why didn't you call?" " Can we come up?" " Of course!" "I" " Look, um" " You're sure it's all right?" " Of course." "Come on up." "Georges!" "Georges, it's my parents." " This is the worst." "You've gotta go." "They'll kill me." " Okay." "I'll change." " No, no." "There's no time." " Okay." "No time." " Take, uh, the skis." "Put them back in the closet." " The skis, yes." "The skis." "Open" " Open this, please." "Fine." "Okay." "Thank you." " Open!" " Oh." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." " It's okay." " Come on." "Just go." "I'll make something up." "Could I have a chat with you and your husband, Mrs. Fauré?" " He was just leaving, Mrs. Bird." " Yes." " But I want to know about these government people." " And last night I heard drums, jungle drums." " No, no, no." " No, no, no." " Not now, Mrs. Bird." "Please." " They keep asking all sorts of questions about you and your husband." "He's not a spy or something, is he?" "Of course not, Mrs. Bird." "Georges." "Oh, Mom, Dad!" " What's going on?" " Hello, darling." "Hi." "I'll speak to you later, Mrs. Bird." "How about the drums?" " Later." " What?" "I'll talk to you later." " If you'd have called, I would have prepared something." " I made you something." "Since you never come visit these days, I guess it's up to us." "Oh, no, it's not that." "Your father had to see someone." " Hokey sort of entrance." " Oh, it's lovely." " This is Georges." " Hello." "Hi." "A handyman." " Oh." " Ah." " If you could just finish up the work, Georges." " Yeah." "Right." "I just finish my work." " Oh, darling, it's beautiful." " I know now why you were so excited." " It's awfully small." "Did they sign the big contracts, Dad?" " No." "We're not gonna talk about that." " Ah, did they sign the contracts?" "No!" "They backed out." "Liars!" " They lied to me." " Dear, don't upset yourself." " One thing I can't stand is a liar." " You read your paper, dear." "We're gonna look at the greenhouse." "He's upset." " Oh, yes." " Oh, it is too beautiful to imagine!" " Do you want a hand, there, Georges?" " Oh, no, thanks." "I'm just--just measuring." "Oh." "Measuring." " She's had the baby already." "Premature." " Oh?" "Premature?" "What'd they name her?" "Tiffany." "Now they have a Tiffany and a Tarquin." " Thank you." " Pretentious." " Dear!" " Well, he's a pretentious writer too." " Ho-ho." "Well, he is." "Well, don't you think so?" " You are in a bad mood." " I need a screw." " Pardon?" " I really need a screw." " I thought you were leaving." " I just fixed the door, but I need a" "I heard what you said." "In the cupboard under the sink." "I'm gonna help Georges." "He seems a bit lost." "Oh, you have to taste this." "Never mind your principles." "Taste this." "Let's get those orchids, Mom." "I'm sure you want to be on your way." "Oh, no, dear." "We're not in a hurry, not at all." "You're not really a handyman, are you Georges?" " No." "I'm a composer." " Oh." "I used to be a cleaner when I first started writing." "Long, long time ago." "We'd just got married... against the wishes of my parents, I might add." "Didn't have a bean." "We fell in love right off." "Oh, it was difficult, very difficult." "But, yeah, when you're in love, you know." " Shipboard romance is what it was." " Excuse me." " Oh, I'll get it." " No." "It's okay." "It's okay." "No." "Brontë, come here a minute." "What is this?" "Thank you." "It was right in the middle of a lifeboat drill." "We suddenly found ourselves in the same boat." " Shouldn't you be going, Georges?" " Now, you go on outside with your mother." "Outside." " But?" " Georges and I have everything under control." "Go on." "Out you go." "We've been talking about music and love and skiing... and all manner of things, haven't we, Georges?" " Oh, yeah." "Oh, yeah." " Sit down." "Oh, I like your Georges, Brontë." " A charming man." " He's not my Georges, Mother." " He should have left by now." " Well, he's keeping your father happy." "And you know how restless he gets in the city." "So let's be grateful." "Height, five feet seven." " Five eight." " Five eight." " Weight, 140 pounds." " No!" " Huh?" " No, 125." " Twenty-five?" " Yeah." "Eyes?" " Brown." " Brown, yeah." " Small scar on your ankle." " How did you know?" "I know." "I saw it." "Birthday, 24th August, 1959." "Correct." "Okay, my turn." "Uh, eyes, green." " Height" " Nose, big!" " Oh, no!" " Yes, sure it is." " Height, uh, five eleven." " Yeah." "Um, weight?" "Oof!" "Weight!" "You worry too much about weight." " Um, at 17, you met Helene." " Yeah." "She was at the University of Paris." "She taught you to read and write music." "Mm-hmm." " And you lived together for seven years, until she died." " S-Seven." "Seven years, yeah." "And then you gave up your music for many years, right?" "Yes, but I don't write any music." "I just play piano, always in the bars." "Yes!" " And Anton heard you one night in Paris..." " Yeah." "and said that he would help you start over in America." "Yes!" "And I wake up in America." "Beautiful country, land of opportunity." "Uh-huh, ha, ha, ha." "Okay, back to work." "Um, you live with two men." "First Peter, then Stephen." " Both nice guy." " Nice?" "Yes, that's what you said." "Yes." "And Stephen wanted to "marriage" you, but, uh, you think that marriage is boring." " Ah!" "Except for ours." " Oh, yeah." "Then you met, uh, Phil." "Phil." " Him you really love, huh?" " But you can't tell them that." " And I left Phil." " And married me, because" "You're different and funny." "And don't forget a-- a good handyman." "Right." "You've had lots of women, but you haven't really loved anyone... since Helene, except for me." " And you fell in love with me because" " Ah!" "What's a good reason?" "I just can't think." "It can't be that hard to think of a reason." "Uh, let me see." "Ahh!" "There must be a reason." "Oh, yes!" "Yes." "Because I begin to hear music again." " It's like when I was a little girl." " Yeah?" "The same thing." " The pot." " Sure." "No, I gave you a five, right?" "Yeah, okay." " What is it?" " Nothing." " What?" "What?" " Don't wait up for me." " Phil?" "Phil!" " Hey-hey!" "Hey!" "Oh, ho!" "You look beautiful." " Let's go around to your place." " Wait." " Or we can go around to Angelo's." " No." " Oh, God." "I'm hungry." "Let's go." " No, no, no, no, no." "Let's go this way." "No, no." "It's all arranged." "Come on." "I made a reservation." "Come here." " Let's go have dinner around-- just around the corner here." " No, no, no, no, no." " I have it all planned." "Let's go this way." " Come on." " No, no, no." " Oh, come on." " So tell me everything you did while I was away." " Not much." " Not much?" "So you missed me?" " Oh, yes." " Yes?" " Yes." " I missed you a lot." "You sure you missed me?" " Of course." " You sure?" " Yes." "You don't look like you did." "No." "Looks to me like I missed you more than you missed me." "That's not true." " You should have been there." "It was beautiful." " Three tofu's and a brown rice." "I saw us there." "Out in the middle of nowhere, grow our own food." "One night there was this incredible moon." " You should've seen it." "Wow!" " We had the same moon." "Well, yeah, but you should have seen it without all the crap in the sky." "It was glorious." "It was a cloudy night." "Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, this giant shaft of moonlight breaks through the clouds." "It was all of a sudden like daytime... with giant shadows being cast from the trees." "Ohh." "Oh, what a beauty." " Now go!" " No." " Phil!" " The guard isn't here." "Ohh." "Look, we'll get together tomorrow, okay?" "Please." "Just to the door, Brontë." "There might be some intruder lurking about." " Hey, this is nice!" " Okay." " You've seen me to the door." "Now go." " No." "No." "I can't go until I've seen the greenhouse." "Oh, Phil, you've had too much to drink." "Yeah." " Come here." "Mmm!" " Mmm." " Oh, you feel so good." " Oh, Phil, no." "Please." " Mmm." " Oh." "Oh, Brontë." "Oh, oh!" " Phil." " Mmm, mmm." " Oh." " Phil, no, no!" "You heard what she said!" "Oh, merde!" " She said go." "Okay?" " Who's this?" " Go or I'll throw you out." " Georges, how dare you?" " Brontë, talk to me." "Who is this?" " Get out, vegetarian!" " Who the hell do you think you are?" " Georges, no!" " I'm the husband, that's who." " What'd you say?" " That's my wife you've been grabbing." "Now get out." "Brontë?" "Brontë?" "Is this true?" "Yes, but it's not the way you think." "Oh, God." " What?" " Oh, God!" " Out." " Now wait a minute." " Out, out, out, out." "Hey!" "You're the waiter from that restaurant." " Get out!" "Out." " I don't know what's going on, but I'm gonna find out, pal." "Go on, get out!" "Carrot!" "Cucumber!" " No!" " Now you go." " The interview!" "We're going tomorrow." " Out!" "Now!" " Are you upset?" " Upset?" "Upset!" " Out, out!" " No, no." "But the interview!" " I don't care." "I don't care what happens." " Brontë, please." "Now go or I'll call the police." "I'll call Immigration." "Jail would be better than this." "At least I'd have a cell to myself!" "." "Oh." "Come on." "D-Don't be childish." " Brontë?" " Ohh!" "Brontë?" "Open, Brontë." "Brontë?" "Brontë?" "Brontë?" "Brontë?" "Get up." "Go on." "Get up." "Up!" "Out!" "Out!" "Oh, no." "Up!" "Out!" "Back to the subway." " It's you!" " Uh, good morning, Mrs. Bird." "Ever since you people moved in, there's been nothing but trouble." "I didn't want to wake you, chérie." " You forgot your key again." " Yes." "Al-Always forgetting the key." "You should have gone to a hotel, dear!" "But the board wouldn't approve of such a thing!" "Sleeping in the hallways." " Excuse me." " This isn't Africa, you know." "I realize that, Mrs. Bird." "It won't happen again." "Mrs. Bird!" " Why did you do that last night?" " I just don't like vegetarians." " Don't be ridiculous!" " The way he was bothering you, I lost control." " Is that supposed to be an apology?" " He's not right for you." "Oh, really?" "He knows more about people's feelings than you'll ever know." " Feelings?" "You don't have feelings at all." " You snore, and your manners are atrocious." " Ah, if you think that's important, you're a snob." " Well, you're a slob, you're overweight, you're disgusting!" "You say you are a rebel, but you are afraid of your father." "My father's made something of his life." "But you live your life like you got it from a book." " Well, you're 40, and you sleep in the park." " And Phil?" "Oh, yes, you make-a nice love with Phil, like-a vegetables." "You need a fuck." "That's the language of the gutter, where you came from and where you'll end up." "I am" " I am the gutter, yes." "But you" " You are like a plant." "A ca-ca-- cactus!" "I once said I had no opinion of you, and now I do." " I hate you." "I really hate you!" " Good, good." "Your first feeling." "Good." " Oh, God." "The interview!" " Oh, my God!" " Oh, oh!" "Oh!" " Do you have" " Do you have a" "Yeah." "I'll do it." "I'll do it." "I'll do it." " Move it, you stupid moron!" " I'm stuck." "I'm stuck." " Come on." "We'll take the subway." " Well, you can take the subway, lady, but you ain't goin' nowhere." " The subway?" "Where?" " The water main broke." " The park." "The park." "Come on!" "The whole city's falling apart!" "Come on." "We'll get a cab on the other side." "But the park is too far, Brontë." "Brontë, it's too far!" "Come on." "Up there." " This way." " You're sure?" "You're sure, huh?" " Yes." " Because we can't get lost." "I'm sure." "Of course I'm sure." " To the right." "Right." " Where?" "Come on." "Come on." "Run for it." "Take care." "Oh." "Oh." "We're nearly there." " This way?" " We're not far." "Oh." "Come on!" " Children!" " Taxi?" " Taxi!" "Taxi!" "Taxi!" " Taxi!" "Taxi!" "Number 75." "We're the next." "Father, Sydney." "Face cream, Monticello." "Monticello." "Monticello." "Your father's name, was it Bertrand or Bernard?" " Rene." " Oh." "Seventy-six?" "Seventy-six." "You wait in here, Mr. Fauré." "And Mrs. Fauré, if you'll follow me." "No." "Mr. Fauré, as you know, we have doubts... that your marriage is bona fide." "I have here a number of detailed questions." "Your answers will help us make a determination." "I want you to be brief and to the point." "I ask you to raise your right hand." "Do you hereby swear that the evidence you're about to give... is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?" " I do." " I do." "Your name is Brontë Mitchell Fauré?" "Her father is a writer." " His name?" " Sydney." "Sydney Parrish." "He didn't have a formal education." "He ran away from home when he was 12." "Plants." "She loves all flowers and weeds." "That's her research." "He knows I love salads." "He likes all fatty foods, you know, being French." "She likes to eat such a thing as birdseed." " Birdseed?" " Yes." "Muesli and decaf." "Horrible coffee!" "He hums all the time." " Hums?" " He's composing." "He hasn't written in a long time." "He says he's not sensitive, but that's not true." "He's a very sensitive man." "He makes me laugh." "She's very kind to people." "Me, I don't think that way." "I don't trust people." "He's had a hard life." "In a way, he hasn't learned to give, but he's got so much to give." "She has peace." "I don't have peace." "He has passion." "He eats life." "I'm sure that just about does it." "Just a few more details." " Five, uh, feet eight." " Five eleven." " Hundred and twenty-five." " He won't tell me how much he weighs." " She sleeps on the right side of the bed." " He's on the left." " Her toothbrush?" "Green." " Mine's green." "Her face cream?" "Monticello." "Monaco." "No." "Monte Carlo." "That's the only answer I keep forgetting." "You remember all the other answers?" "Is not her fault." "So, please, don't touch her." " I was good, I think." " Me too." "I think you're gonna get what you want." " Your green card." " Oh, yes." "I'll see you again?" "I mean, I have to get my things." " Well, I can leave them with Oscar." " Oscar?" "Uh, good idea." "Yes, right." "You're right." "Oscar." "Yeah." "As soon as we hear something, we can start... you know, the divorce." "Oh." "As soon as possible." "Yeah." "Mm-hmm." "Good luck with your music." "I hope you get your big trees, huh?" " Good-bye, Georges." " Good-bye, Brontë." "Oh!" "The ring." "No, thank you." " I" " Good morning, Mrs. Fauré." "Mr. Fauré just stopped by." "He" " He said to give you this." "I-I guess his-his flight was delayed." "Yes." "Well, thank you, Oscar." ""Africa, Tuesday." ""Chérie..." ""the elephants have been restless again." ""So restless, I just can't sleep." ""I would love to say a last good-bye... before this next safari."" "Oh!" " It's okay." " What?" "Monticello." "I think I tried too hard." "I blew it." "Oh." "Why didn't you tell me?" "It's all right." "We made a deal." "If I leave quickly... then you keep your beautiful greenhouse." "I don't care about the greenhouse." "It's time to go, Mr. Fauré." "No, no!" " I write." " Let's go!" " I write every day." " Now, Mr. Fauré." "And the letters will always say the same thing:" ""When are you coming, chérie?"" "Last night" " I had a dream" " Ooh" " About a home" " No!" " No!" " That was so bright" "I don't know why it has to be a dream" "Oh, chérie." " Why can't I, when will I Lord help me" " Do you still have them?" " Oh." "Oh, yeah." " Help me find a home" "Keep your eyes" "On the prize" " Oh." " Don't be dismayed" "Don't be dismayed" " I do." " Deep in your heart" "You must believe" "Everything is gonna be all right" " So do I." " Everything is gonna" "Be all right" "Everything is gonna be all right" "Someday" "Sometimes hot" "And sometimes cold" "Sometimes I'm in Sometimes I'm out" "No, I haven't had much to eat" "Lord knows" "I haven't had much sleep you know" "Keep your eyes on the prize" "Don't be dismayed" "Don't be dismayed" "Deep in your heart" "You must believe" "Everything is gonna be all right" "Everything is gonna be all right" "Everything is gonna be all right" "Someday"