All language subtitles for One.from.the.Heart.1981.REMASTERED.REPRiSE.1080p.BluRay.x264-OLDTiME

I wish I had a dollar for

Each time I took a chance

On all those two-bit Romeos

Who counterfeit romance

Somehow always thinking of

The last time I fell down

Knowing that you'll fall in love

Once upon

A town

Down through the ages

All of the sages

Said don't spend
your wages on love

There's graft and collusion

Avoid the intrusion

And preceding foreclosures

There's overexposure

Down at the crossroads

A question is posed

The bridge is washed out
and the highway's closed

Got a good reason

Firmly believe

Love was designed
to exploit and deceive

And there's an addendum

Whenever you send them

That red ball
that beats in your chest

You will see

It's simple addition

It keeps with tradition

Don't spend your wages on love

Take any burg, any city or town

Just get on Main Street
and drive all the way down

You see, love has a graveyard

An orchard for those

That fell on their sabres

And paid through the nose

Your shovel's a shot glass

Dig your own hole

Bury what's left
of your miserable soul

Down through the ages

All of the sages

- Said don't spend your wages on love
- Don't spend your wages on love

There's graft and collusion

Avoid the intrusion

And preceding foreclosure

There's overexposure

- Down at the crossroads
- Down at the crossroads

A question is posed

The bridge is washed out

And the highway's closed

The traffic.
The crowds. The noise.

Get out of Las Vegas
and come to paradise.

Discover Bora-Bora. Discover Tahiti.
Our tour prices have not gone up.

Your dollar is still worth a dollar.
We fly seven days a week. Tranquillity.

Tropical paradise.

We have another winner!

Here comes the bride

And there goes the groom

Looks like a hurricane
went through this room

Smells like a pool hall

- Where's my other shoe
- Go away. Shoo!

And I'm sick and tired
of pickin' up after you

Looks like
you spent the night in a trench

And tell me

How long have you been
combing your hair with a wrench?

What is this?

- The roses are dead
- That's great, Frannie.

And the violets are too

And I'm sick and tired
of pickin' up after you

- Anybody home? Oh, Frannie?
- I've told you before

I won't tell you again

You don't defrost the icebox
with a ballpoint pen

This railroad apartment

Is held together with glue

And I'm sick and tired
of pickin' up after you

Oh, Jesus! You scared me!

Hello.

Hello?

Hello?

Damn hang-up.

- Hmm.
- Hmm!

- Mm-hm.
- Mm-hm.

- I wonder who that was.
- One of your boyfriends.

- Probably one of your girlfriends.
- Oh, sure.

- Hmm.
- Sure.

You never know.

You never do.

You know what tomorrow is, Frannie?

Mm-hmm.

It's the Fourth of July.
The day we met.

- Five years ago.
- Hmm.

And I thought
you deserved a present.

- This is for us.
- Oh, you sweetie.

- Hey, I got us a present too.
- You did?

- Yeah.
- Oh.

Happy anniversary, Frannie.
I love you, baby.

- I love you too. Open your present.
- Open your present.

- You go first. Go ahead.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- What is this? What did you get?

It's a surprise.

Two tickets to Bora-Bora.

- Bora-Bora?
- That's right.

Just you and me on the beach.

A little sex. A little surfing.
A little sand in our toes.

Sex and surfing.
I got my sea and ski.

Go on. See what that is.
Open that up.

- I got a deed.
- Yeah.

- I got a deed! The deed to a house.
- The deed to this house.

I bought Moe's share.

- Are you kidding?
- Tricked him.

- No. I bought his share.
- This is the deed to this house?

- Yeah. It's ours.
- Great.

- This house?
- Yeah.

That's good.
Hank, this house is a fixer-upper.

It's not... It's the house
that you fix up and sell.

Hey, it's got a lot of possibilities.
What are you talkin' about?

- I don't know.
- It's a great house, Frannie.

- Yeah?
- You'll love it.

Really. We'll fix it up and have
a place of our own, you know?

Okay.

Sure.

Then... Then we can go anyplace.

Anyplace you wanna go.

- I am Tandaleo.
- Tandaleo?

Who are you, pagan slave?

- On your knees.
- How about a dance, Tandaleo?

- I won't dance, don't ask me
- Dance, my child.

- You're gonna love the South Seas.
- Nice ankles.

Look, it's a great idea,
but we can't afford it right now.

Because I know
I've been swindled

I never bargained for this

And what's more
you never cared about me

Why don't you get your own place?

So you can live like you do

And I'm sick and tired
of pickin' up after you

Hi, Hildie. Nice evening.

Take all your relatives

And all of your shoes

Believe me
I'll really swing when you're gone

I'll be livin' on chicken and wine

After we're through

With someone I'll pick up after you

- What are you doing?
- I'm cooking.

Special anniversary dinner.

- What are you so dressed up for?
- I thought you said we were going out.

Hank, let's not fight.

What are you talking about?
I love you.

Honey, let's just promise...

to never ever fight ever again, okay?

You promise?

I promise.

Seal it with a kiss.

I can clearly
see nothing is clear

I keep falling apart
every year

Let's take a hammer to it

- There's no glamour in it
- Wait a second. I'll be right back.

- Is there any way out of this dream?
- Why don't you forget it this time?

- Maybe we'll have a kid.
- I'm as blue

- We're not even married.
- As I can possibly be

Is there someone else
out there for me?

Summer

Is dragging its feet

I feel so incomplete

Is there any way
out of this dream?

Summer

Is dragging its feet

I feel so incomplete

Is there any way out

Of this dream?

What is it gonna be?

The window?

It's gonna be Bora-Bora.

You know, in the South Pacific.
It's an island.

Bora-Bora doesn't look like that.

It doesn't, huh?

Not at all.
That's not the colour of the sky.

- You've been there?
- Many times.

- You have?
- Yeah. The sky's a different blue.

I've been to Tahiti,
Bora-Bora, Pago Pago.

It's a different colour.
Don't you think?

I don't know. I mean,
I've never been there myself.

I just make the window.
From pictures.

You know,
every time I walk by here

I look at your window
and I say to myself,

"What am I doing in this place?
Why am I not there?"

That's funny, 'cause that's
what I think when I make the windows.

I should be there doing the hula.

You know, I see you all the time.

You do?

Yeah. I work right up the street
playing the piano.

You play the piano?

Oh, that's great.

I sing too.

That's nice.

Would you like to come
hear me sing tonight?

Me?

Uh...

- Maggie, you see this guy?
- No, I'm blind.

Gorgeous but dangerous.

- Oh... Hi.
- I'm on at ten, then at twelve.

I can leave your name at the door.
What's your name?

My name? Oh, I don't do that.

- I... I've, uh...
- I'm so exhausted.

Maybe...

Tonight is gonna be a very
special night. Really great.

Frannie, if we're gonna go shopping,
we gotta go now.

It's a holiday.
The stores close early.

Be bold! It's the Fourth of July.

- Happy birthday, America.
- You're an interesting guy.

I try to stay away
from interesting guys, though.

- Why?
- Well, they're dangerous.

- Are you dangerous?
- Come hear me sing and find out.

Stop. Hold it.

- What?
- I forgot the address. Here.

- I can't do this. I just can't.
- Why not? Give me a good reason.

- I just shouldn't.
- Why? Are you married? Engaged?

- Living in sin?
- No.

What's the big deal
about a little argument?

My folks were always fighting,
but they knew they loved each other.

They were together.
Nowadays you just move on.

Ain't nobody committed to nothin'
except having a good time.

Will you stop whining, Hank?
I'm about Frannied out already.

You know what's wrong
with America, don't ya?

- What?
- It's the light.

- The light? What's wrong with it?
- There's no more secrets.

It's now all tinsel.
It's phoney bullshit, man. Nothing's real.

Hey, hey, hey, look.

- Wow. Think she's real?
- She's gorgeous.

I don't believe this.
What is it, the circus or what?

Maybe it's a commercial.

Oh, my God.
I think she's looking at us.

Act natural and keep smiling.

Who's she lookin" at, you or me?

She ain't looking at me.
She must be looking at you.

Ooh, mais oui.

She's looking at you.

- Think so?
- Yeah.

Move over. Let's see.
Move over.

- Be subtle.
- Well, you know.

Leila!

- She's cute.
- Leila!

I must be out of my mind!

Uh-oh, we got a family quarrel.

I think I'm in love, Moe.

Hey, hey, hey, now's your chance.
We got 30 seconds.

You all right?

- Got a light?
- Sure, sure.

You wanna...

You know, you got a real...
You got a nice build.

I mean, I...

I think you're a nice person.

You have beautiful... beautiful eyes.

You've got a lovely family.

Meet me any time at the Fremont.

You know, when I first
met you, Hank, I thought...

this is not the guy for me.

No way.

You didn't look like him.
You didn't talk like him.

You weren't him.

"Him"?

You know. Prince Charming.

But I started to like you anyway.

And then I started to love you.
‘Cause you were nice.

Nice?

Yeah, you were nice.

You were really nice.

I thought maybe you'd change a little,
and I would change a little.

We'd both get together,
and everything would be all right.

But you haven't changed.

And you're not even nice anymore.

What about you, Frannie?

You used to
shave your legs all the time.

Now you don't
shave them for weeks.

You were very appetising.

But now...

What do you mean, "now"?
What about yourself?

You used to have a pretty
good build, you know.

You did.
Now you're starting to look like...

an egg.

- Egg?
- Yes, an egg.

If I was putting on a few pounds,
you could have said somethin'.

Why didn't you say somethin'?

Because, frankly, you never listen
to anything I say anyway.

That's because
you've got nothin' to say.

Oh, yes? I have something to say.
I have lots to say!

I have lots to say!
I've got plenty to say!

That's great. You're really
saying something now. Terrific.

- Where you goin'?
- For a little ride.

Oh, great. Run away.
That's what you're good at.

Terrific. There she goes, folks.
Off again.

- Know what you're good at?
- No, and I can't wait to hear.

Being boring.
You are so boring.

You have forgotten how to live.

I'm gonna get out of here
before I become just like you.

Goodbye, Miss Bora-Bora.

- Are you going?
- Yeah, I'm going. I'm leaving.

- You're really going, aren't you?
- Yes, I am.

You know, Frannie,
you're full of shit.

Because you're always talking about
paradise, but when you get there,

it's still gonna be you and
all your shit walking along the beach.

Yeah, not all my shit.
Because you'll still be here!

Ah, big joke!

- You're damn right I won't be with you.
- This time it's over, Hank.

This time it is really over.

I'll tell you a little secret. I knew
it was over last New Year's Eve,

when I didn't want to
kiss you at midnight.

I wanted to kiss what's-her-name,
the tall blonde.

Yeah, I know the tall blonde.

I didn't want to kiss you either.

- I wanted to kiss Moe.
- Moe?

Yes, Moe. Your best friend, Moe.
He followed me into the bathroom.

He had my blouse half off,
his tongue down my throat.

- And I was enjoying it.
- You kissed Moe?

- Don't come near me. Don't touch me.
- You whore!

And don't you call me a whore,
you hypocritical son of a bitch!

You called that tall blonde
the next day too, didn't you?

And you slept with her.
And I knew.

That was nothin'.

Just a little somethin'.
Besides, I didn't want to hurt ya.

Well, you did.

Come on, Frannie.

Come on back.

All right.
If this is how you want it,

this is how you're gonna get it.

Hey, knock it off, huh? Leave
your private matters where they belong,

not out here in public.

Hey, Frannie, come on.
What are you doing?

Goodbye.

Hello.

- Hello.
- Hi, Angela. Moe here.

- Moe?
- Yeah.

Moe you, Moe me,
Moe life, Moe love.

Angela, is it true
that you're just after me for my body?

I've been wanting to
ask you that a long time.

Moe, I just thought
you were after me for my body.

- Yeah.
- Wanna come over later?

Sure, my cosmically
beautiful cream puff.

- Did you ever kiss Frannie?
- What?

Angela, I'd better call you back.

Yeah.

Did I ever what?

What happened with you and Frannie
last New Year's Eve?

Uh... New Year's Eve? Jesus.
I don't remember that.

She said you were Kissing her
in the bathroom.

Oh, yeah.

Well, I mean...

No. Nothing happened.

No, it was just a New Year's Kiss.
You know.

- New Year's kiss?
- Yeah. It was New Year's Eve.

Everybody was kissing everybody.
You even tried to kiss me.

- She said you had her blouse off.
- She said that?

- Yeah.
- I don't remember nobody...

I don't remember
her blouse being off.

Did you unbutton her blouse,
or did she take it off?

- She didn't take her blouse off.
- She didn't?

No, it was a misunder... Uh, uh...

- I don't remember. Wait a minute.
- Hey, man, you're my best friend.

If I can't trust you,
who am I gonna trust?

Look, nothing happened
on New Year's Eve, okay?

- Let's leave it at that.
- Yeah, I bet nothing happened.

Hey, wait a minute.
What's wrong with you?

"Something" happened in the bathroom.
Everybody was drinking, having a good...

I don't believe you, you know that?
I think you're a snake.

Hey, don't call me no snake, man.

If you want to start calling names,
what about Jan Morehouse?

- Jan Morehouse?
- Yeah, I never did bring that up to you.

- That was different.
- What was different about it?

- You didn't love her.
- Don't tell me who I love.

She was just a good-time girl.
Besides, I didn't want to hurt ya.

Didn't want to hurt me?
So both of you hurt me in my bed

while I'm out getting pizza
like an idiot?

Come on. Don't want to hurt me.
Hey, forget it.

- Hey, you forget it.
- No, you forget it!

Comin' over here
with all that bullshit.

That was three years ago, Moe.

Yeah, but it was like yesterday to me.

It was six months ago
when I kissed Frannie too.

Kissed Frannie. That bitch.
I don't believe women sometimes, man.

She was comin' on with me,
for Christ's sake.

Really busted me.

- I'm sorry, Moe.
- Yeah, well, I'm sorry too.

Sorry I got mad at you.

- What's the matter? You all right?
- I can't breathe, man.

I feel sick.

- Are you okay?
- Frannie and I busted up.

This time it's for good, Maggie.
I swear it.

Come on, honey.
People make up, they break up.

Nobody's perfect.

Listen, you still got
your health, okay?

- Yeah.
- Everything's gonna be okay.

Frannie, you don't
have to be strong for me.

I'm your friend, dopey. You want
to fall apart? You want to cry?

Go ahead. Fall apart.
You'll feel better.

Maggie, I don't want to
fall apart, okay?

Listen. Would you like me
to tell you the truth?

No, I don't want to
hear the truth either.

The truth is you're a very lucky lady.

Hank is absolutely a great guy.

Okay, so he's a little stingy.

- He's a stick-in-the-mud.
- You guys are gonna be fine.

Hank's wonderful.
He's a little cheap, but he's wonderful.

Don't make me puke.

- Frannie.
- What?!

You're gonna be fine. I promise you.
You're gonna be just fine.

Maybe if you had a good cry,
you'd feel better.

Why don't you just
get it off your chest and cry?

I don't want to cry.
I don't want to cry.

I really don't.
If you want to cry, you cry. Go ahead.

You know I want to cry.

I want to cry so bad, but I haven't
cried in so many years, Frannie.

I don't even know if I can cry.

- Do you know how hard it is for me?
- Maggie.

- Oh, God. I'm such a wreck!
- Maggie, I want to live.

This is what I want.
I want to go out with a bunch of guys.

- I want erotic things to happen.
- Frannie, you're out of your mind.

I want to go to paradise.
I want to do lots of things.

Susan Hayward in I Want to Live.
Viva Las Vegas!

I wake up in some strange
fuckin' apartment.

I don't know where I am.
I'm going out with this guy tonight.

I don't want to go out with this guy.
I go. Il cry and I go.

I always go.

He has such a nerve, Frannie.
He calls me always at the last minute.

Then he tells me I should take
a cab over to his house at this hour.

Goodnight.
Lucky I'm crazy about him.

- Frannie, are you gonna be all right?
- Yeah.

You promise me?
Will you put the chain on the door?

- Oh, God!
- I'll put the chain on the door.

Oh, God.

Oh, Hank!

Goddamn it.

Old boyfriends

Lost in the pocket
of your overcoat

Like burned-out lightbulbs
on a Ferris wheel

Old boyfriends

You remember
the kinds of cars they drove

Parking in an orange grove

Sorry there ain't no mayonnaise
for the tuna fish.

That's all we got.

I gotta run. I gotta meet
the two girls at the Flamingo.

- I'm gonna call you in a half an hour.
- Thanks, pal. Thanks for everything.

You've got the TV
and some grass in the desk.

I'll see you about, uh...
I'll call you in a half an hour.

Okay. Thank you, Moe.
Have a good time.

I love you, man.
I'll see ya later.

Oh, Jesus.

We fell in love, you see

With someone that we used to be

Though I very seldom think of you

Nevertheless

Sometimes a mannequin's
blue summer dress

Can make a window

Like a dream

But now those dreams
belong to someone else

Now they talk in their sleep
in a drawer where I keep

All my old boyfriends

Girls fill up the bars
every spring

Dark places for remembering

All your old

Boyfriends

Hi, Hank.

So, uh...

what happened to your hair?

My hair?

I had it permed.

- Don't you like it?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, I like it.
- It's supposed to be more...

Just looks different, that's all.

It does, huh?

What are you doin' here, Hank?

I live here. Remember?

Yeah, I remember.

Taking the gong, huh?

Where you goin' in that dress?

To hell and back.

You'll probably get there in that dress.
You know what that dress says, don't ya?

- What?
- "Come and get me, boys. Eat me up."

Well, that's good,
‘cause that's exactly what I'm saying.

I'm saying,
"Come and get me, boys."

Taking a little trip?

Yeah. Maybe I am.

- Where you goin'?
- Me? I'm going to paradise.

I'm not going roller-skating
to Henderson, Nevada.

I'm not going to Reno,
and I'm not going fishing in Lake Mead.

I am going to Bora-Bora and Tahiti.

I hear Bora-Bora's very exotic
this time of the year.

- It's gonna be nice.
- Why don't you shove Bora-Bora?

Hank...

Please. I'm not gonna wait for you
to start living my life.

- No more! You'll be sorry.
- What's happened? What's going on?

Stupid suitcase.

I'm not a pair of shoes, Hank.

What's going on?
I mean, how did we get here, huh?

Me standing here watching you
go down these steps

and not even trying to stop ya.

What do you think this means?

God.

I don't know what it means.

I guess it means it's over.

- Hello, beautiful.
- Me?

Would you mind giving me a light
for my cigar, please?

I have a light.

- I'll let you have it.
- Thank you. Have a nice day.

You too.

Crazy people.

Maggie!

- What do you think of me?
- What do I think of you?

I think that I'm exhausted.
I think that you look gorgeous.

- You look like a hot tomato.
- I do?

- Yeah. You smell familiar, though.
- Not too much...

- You wearing my perfume?
- A tiny bit.

- A tiny bit? That's $65 an ounce.
- It's the Fourth of July and I thought...

- Where are you meeting him?
- Huh?

- Where are you going?
- The place he told me.

Oh, shit. I gave the match
to the short guy I never saw before.

- I'll be back.
- All right. Frannie...

Yeah. I play the piano.
I sing too.

You wanna meet me
nine o'clock at the Fremont?

- Hey. Remember me?
- Yeah. Miriam.

No. Leslie.

Ooh! Oh!

Fantastic!

That's bold, man.
That's the way you gotta do it.

- The pants are a little tight.
- They're supposed to be tight.

- You can see my equipment.
- Sexy. It's all right, man.

- You're making a statement here.
- I'm sayin' something.

You're saying something. You've been
out of circulation a long time.

The women are liberated now.
They're coming on strong.

And you gotta come on strong.
That's great. Hey!

- Moves, Moe. Moves.
- Look at this. Hey.

You know, it was the Fourth of July,
five years ago today?

So I was driving through the middle
of the desert and my car broke down.

It was the Fourth of July.

People were swearing at me
and throwing things at me.

All of a sudden, this guy comes out of
nowhere in a tow truck and rescues me.

Took one look at her and said,
"Watch out, this woman's gonna be trouble."

I should have known better.
Then she starts telling me her life story.

So he starts reading me poetry. It turns
out he didn't even write this poetry,

which was pretty good.

His customer writes it.
He keeps it around just to show women.

So then she looks up at me
with this little clown face

and I'm really wishing
I had written those poems.

Oh, yeah?
Who wrote it? Leon, huh?

No. Fox.

Hank thinks that he understands women,
but he doesn't.

Frannie, this is what I'm talking about.
This is hot and sexy.

How do you wear these?

I don't think Frannie understands men.

In fact, I don't know any woman
who really understands men.

- That depends on the woman.
- Yeah.

- It's a little like a tuna fish.
- Hank, come on.

You look great.

It's a masterpiece.

Great, Tony.

That's a very in look.
You know what I mean?

His girlfriend thinks he's boring.

Oh, Frannie. Five years
with Hank, and all you've got is time.

Honey, you didn't even wind up
with a piece of real estate.

I know.

Are you alone?

No. Somebody's meeting me.

- How many in your party?
- Two.

- Buffet or dinner?
- Dinner, please.

- Right here.
- Thank you.

No funny stuff.

Set-up.

What does he mean by that?

Shit.

Hey. Hey, excuse me.

Ray?

- I'm Frannie. Remember?
- Well, look at this.

You know,
I've been thinking about you all day.

- You have, huh?
- Yeah, I have.

Let me explain.
You see, what happens is,

I sing once in a while,
and the rest of the time...

- You're a waiter.
- I'm a waiter. I'm a waiter.

That's all right.
I was a waitress myself once.

In Florida for a long time.

Adam and Eve on a raft.
Wreck 'em.

- Wreck two. Got ya, Deena.
- Oh, no. She thinks I...

- I'm bothering you. I should go.
- No, wait a minute. Don't go.

- Have a glass of wine. I'll join you.
- Wine? I didn't order any wine.

- Would you like a club sandwich?
- Yes, I'm starving.

There goes the crab leg.
That's okay. Here.

- I'm glad to see you.
- I'm glad to see you too.

To Bora-Bora
and other romantic places.

- Isn't that my club sandwich there?
- Not any more.

- Let me light the candle, okay?
- Don't light this candle.

Why not? It's the Fourth of July.
We gotta be happy!

- I'm happy I found you.
- I'm happy I found you too.

Look, I was really
gonna sing tonight,

but what happened was at the last
minute, the owner pulled the plug.

You believe it?
I had a real first-class act.

- What are you trying to do, Raymond?
- That's show business.

- Madam, I'll take care of it.
- Excuse me. Would you mind?

I'm trying to have
a reunion here with my friend.

Really? I'm trying to have
a coffee shop here, Raymond.

Excuse me.
I think those are my waffles.

Waffles?
We have plenty of waffles.

- You're getting me very mad, Raymond.
- Can I have some horseradish here?

"Javeay."

- "Javeay."
- It's Javier.

Raymond, why can't you be
more like Javier?

He sings, but he's completely satisfied
with being a waiter.

Are you listening to me?
Horseradish, "Javeay."

You're through.
You're washed up here.

You never could sing. You can't
sing your way out of a paper bag.

- Horseradish.
- Don't give it to me. Give it to him.

Look, I've never been treated
so badly in a restaurant in all my life.

- I'm so sorry.
- This place is the pits.

And you, my friend,
wouldn't know a tit from a tortilla.

That should take care
of the bill plus tip.

- Your service is terrible.
- Whose fault is that?

- I think you just got fired.
- That's okay. You inspire me.

Let's get out of here. I'll see you
someday on the strip when I'm singing.

Yeah, save me some passes
in the street.

- Fella, give me the lady's steak.
- Fella? What am I, a fella?

I happen to own this joint.
You bunch of cannibals.

Your hair looks different.

- Yeah. I had it curled.
- You look very beautiful.

Thank you.

- So do you.
- Thank you.

- This is like a dance floor, isn't it?
- Mm-hm.

Oh, I love to dance.

- I used to dance.
- Please sit, please.

Okay.

I guess it's goodbye, Vegas, for me.

- Really? You're really going?
- Yeah.

- You see this lounge?
- Yes.

It could have had a real class act.

Me. ‘Cause I do
only original material.

I had the best musicians
in Vegas lined up.

- You're really going, huh?
- Yeah.

- Well, where are you going?
- I don't know.

Somewhere.

Like in the movie Casablanca.

- You remember?
- Oh, yeah.

Humphrey Bogart.

- He was real cool.
- Mm-hm.

He owned this swank club.

That could be me.

- Maybe.
- Yeah.

You know, he lost the woman
in the end of that movie.

- No, he didn't.
- Yeah, he did.

He could have had her, but
he gave her up for something greater.

- Yeah? What?
- For freedom.

- Freedom?
- Yeah.

He should have kept the girl.
Wouldn't you?

We'll see.

- I like that.
- You do?

- Yes, it's good.
- Thank you.

Meet me tonight

It's raining Cuban cigars

"Cuban cigars"?

Meet me tonight

And we'll make love where we are

We'll see about that.

Kiss me tonight

It's raining chateaubriand

And Dom Pérignon.

It's magic tonight

And you turn me on

- Where are we going?
- We're gonna dance.

- Wanna dance?
- Okay.

- Can you tango?
- A little bit.

Oh, yeah!

Olé!

Hey!

Olé!

La, la, la, la, la, la!

You can sing.

Uh!

- You dance divinely.
- I know.

Whoo! Oh...

Oh!

- Whoo!
- Olé!

Whoo!

Shit!

Leila, Leila.

She ain't gonna come.
I know she ain't gonna come.

- You like this hair?

Look, I didn't know, it wasn't my idea.
I didn't know.

The guy said,
"This is what they wear nowadays.

It's very in."

Little Boy Blue
come blow your horn

The dish ran away with a spoon

Home again, home again
It's Saturday morn

He never gets up before noon

She used to render you
legal and tender

When you used to send her
your promises, boy

A dillar, a dollar
unbutton your collar

And come out and holler out
all of your noise

Little Boy Blue
come blow your top

Cut it right down to the quick

Don't sit home and cry
on the Fourth of July

Around now
you're hittin' the bricks

Abracadabra
now she's disappeared

Everything's Canada Dry

So wash your behaviour
and rattle your cage

With a bottle of bourbon goodbye

Little Boy Blue
lost Little Bo Peep

She fell through a hole
in the nest

Now, ain't it peculiar

That she's finally cooled
your big wheels like all the rest

Whenever it rains
the umbrellas complain

They always get played
for a chump

So mark it and strike it
she's history now

And you're hanging out at the pumps

Fifty-eight, 59, 60.

All right. I said
the Fremont Hotel, nine o'clock.

Excuse me. Excuse me.
Fremont Hotel.

Hey, Leila!

- You're still there, aren't you?
- Yeah. I'd given up on you.

My father locked me
in the bathroom for two hours.

Keep guessing.

We're in the old factory,
and you're the night watchman.

- No, not quite.

We're in the dungeon
of the Marquis de Sade...

and I'm your prisoner.

- I wish you were.
- Hey! No. Wait.

We're in the Taj Mahal,
and this is your garden.

- Hey! I saw a shooting star!
- Yeah. Did you make a wish?

This is the garden
of the Taj Mahal.

You know the Taj Mahal
was built for a woman?

Really?

This is where I come to think.

- You want a swig?
- Yeah.

Mmm.

Ray.

- This is my friend's floor.
- I wanna smoke this cigar here.

- Why don't you come with me?
- Oh, I can't.

Come on, Frannie.
Why can't you?

Come with me.

I can't.

- You're gonna have to tell me to go.
- When are we gonna get going?

- You should go, Ray.
- You really want me to?

I'd like to go with you,
but my friend is waiting.

Come on.
Come with me, huh?

- She should go home.
- I'm on my knees.

- I can't.
- I'm on my knees.

That's love.

Okay.

Okay. I'll do it. I'll go.

So...

Hi.

Hi.

You know,
I was never gonna do it again.

But I wanna do it for you.

- You wait.
- Please, do it for me.

Spotlight!

Drum roll!

For the first time, Los Trapefios!

Pah-pah-pah!

Pah-pah-pah.

Dah-dah!

Pah-pah-pah.

Pah-pah-pah.

Dah-dah-dah.

Hey, be careful!
Those are high-tension wires.

Bravo!

Moe's not gonna believe this one.

I'll tell you that.

I call this "Used Carlotta".

Bravo!

- You'd better catch me.
- I got ya.

My place.

It's nice.

Can I ask you a personal question?

Personal?

Yeah.

I guess so.

Do you fall in love a lot?

No.

In high school,
we used to go to the drive-ins.

- It must have been so sexy.
- Wanna go to a drive-in?

- Yeah. Very sexy.
- You could have a boyfriend.

It's kinda cool, isn't it?
It gets kinda cool here in the desert.

Want some of this blanket?

- You never went to high school?
- No.

Listen. Did you ever
have a boyfriend?

- Ever went to the drive-in?
- No.

- Want some music?
- No.

What do you want?
Tell you what I want.

Say, have you seen the carioca

It's not a fox-trot or a polka

It has a little bit of new rhythm

Of blue rhythm that sighs

It has a metre that is tricky

A bit of wicked wacky-wicky

But when you dance it
with a new love

There'll be true love in his eyes

You'll dream of the new carioca

It's theme is a kiss and a sigh

You'll dream of the new carioca

When music and lights are gone
and we're saying goodbye

Two heads together
they say are better than one

Two heads together
that's how this dance is begun

Two arms around you and lips that sigh
I'm yours and you are mine

Frannie!

- What are you doing?
- It's nothing.

- Just a little something.
- I knew it.

I knew it! I knew!

Come on.

Hello, Frannie. Oh, Maggie?
Maggie, let me talk to Frannie.

- Is she there?
- Sorry, you got the wrong number.

What do you mean, wrong number?
Wrong number, my ass. What?

Wait a minute!

Hey, Moe, you remember
the circus girl? Well, she's here.

Yeah. Hey, go to my house,
pick up my car in front, huh?

- Okay. I gotta find Frannie.
- Wait a minute.

- All right, I know it's implausible.
- Slow down.

Bye.

Mornin'.

Guten Morgen!

So, how was your sleep?

Oh, good. Very good. You?

- Getting up early, huh?
- Early bird gets the worm.

- Well, I guess so.
- Who the hell wants a worm?

Huh.

So, heard you on the phone over there.

A bit early, isn't it?

Oh, you know, I talk to this
business acquaintance of mine.

Oh.

- Fender man.
- Mm-hm.

Workin' out of Long Beach.

Hmm.

Long Beach.

Hey, what's that?

Oh, that?

That's something
I picked up at Caesar's Palace.

Basic ruby ring, that's all it is.

Do you know what that is?

It's the all-seeing eye.

Now, that tells the truth.

Oh, yeah?

Hey, can you tell fortunes?

Unfortunately, yes.

She's with that guy, isn't she?

Love is for suckers.

I was thinking you oughta spend more
time with people who understand you,

people who want
the same things you want.

- People like you maybe?
- You got it.

Hmm.

Well, what would we do, Ray?

We would follow our hearts.

Where to?

- Wherever they take us.
- Really?

Sure. We could go
to the airport, take a plane

and wake up in Paris or Rome.

- Mm-hm.
- The South Pacific, hmm?

- We couldn't do that.
- Why not?

- Not really.
- What do you mean we couldn't do it?

What's stopping us? You got
the travel agency. I got the money saved.

Perfect.

Tonight.

Bora-Bora.

- We could, you know.
- Yes, we could and we will.

We could actually do it.

- We will. You wanna do it?
- On the beach.

- On the beach.
- With the starfish.

- Yeah.
- On top of each other.

- Pina coladas.
- Coconuts.

- Mmm.

Step on it, Moe.

When you love a married man,
you have to learn.

- Hey, I'm not a married man.
- Yeah? You step out there together,

but you gotta come back alone.

It's a high-wire act.

Yeah. Right. Love is a high-wire act,
especially with this guy.

Keep 'em comin', Moe.

If you wanna get rid of a circus girl,
all you gotta do is close your eyes.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Then what, circus girl?

Then she disappears.

Like spit on a griddle.

Let's see if Frannie's here.

Hank! Hank!

What?

Hank, run away with me, Hank.

Let's run away from Las Vegas.

Will you?
Come on. Take a chance.

I wouldn't hurt you
for anything, Leila.

I mean, I really...

I really...

I love you too, Hank.

You're beautiful.

Leila, wait a second.
I'll be right back, okay?

Remember.

Spit on a griddle.

Leila.

Leila!

- Come on.

Come on. We gotta talk to her.

Slow down, man. Take it easy.
We're in no big hurry here.

- Maggie!
- It's Sunday mornin', Hank.

- There's people sleepin' here.
- Maggie!

- Who is it?
- It's me. Hank.

- Hank...
- Open the door. I gotta talk to ya.

Why don't you come back... Jesus!
Come back later when we're up?

Come on, Maggie,
open the door. I gotta talk to ya.

Please.

Yeah?

- Where's Frannie?
- Sleeping.

Wake her up. I gotta talk to her.

I'm not waking her up.
She's not feeling well.

Well, neither am I.
Would you open the door, please?

- I'm not opening this door, Hank.
- Maggie!

- I'm gonna break the door down!
- The hell you're gonna break the door down.

- Are you going crazy?
- Jesus Christ!

You crazy, you son of
a bloody animal, youl!

You'd better open the door, Maggie.

Hey!

- She's not in there!
- Frannie! Frannie!

Argh!

I knew it. I knew it!

She's not here. She hasn't
been here all night, has she?

- I've never had the pleasure, Moe...
- It's my pleasure, I assure you.

- Maggie Levine. It's really Leveen.
- I can't breathe.

I can't believe all these years
I never met you.

- It's my heart.
- You all right, honey?

- You're gonna be all right.
- Have a drink.

You want a cigarette?
Here. Have a cigarette, sweetheart.

- I don't want a cigarette.
- You want coffee? I make great coffee.

- I don't want any. So where is she, Maggie?
- Who knows?

- You know where she is.
- You all right?

- Promise you're gonna behave yourself?
- I'm okay. Really.

- Okay. She's with a friend.
- Yeah. The tuxedo guy?

She's entitled to have friends, isn't she?

- It's all right.
- Everybody's gotta have friends, huh?

- Yeah. See there.
- He's probably a relative.

- What's his name?
- His name's Ray.

He plays the piano, and he works
at this place called the Tropical.

- They'll know where he lives.
- The Tropical? You know the Tropical.

- Come on, Moe!
- Wait a minute.

I trusted you!
You gonna be good to her?

- I love her!
- Then spend some money on her once in a while!

I'm gonna break some legs, man.
I'm gonna call that guy, Al.

- Okay, man.
- Can you handle it all right?

Let's get goin', man.
Quit the talkin'. Hey, Moe!

You can't unring a bell, Junior

It'll cost you to get out
of this one, Junior

She's got big plans

That don't include you

Take it like a man

‘Cause you can't unring a bell

Sucker

You'll need an attorney
for this journey

Who is it?

Room service.

We didn't order any room service.

How's it feel?

How do you like it
in the slam?

You're a little man
in a great big town

Uhhh!

Perhaps you were a little hasty

You can't take back
the things you said

Ohh!

- Hank.
- Frannie!

- What are you doing here?
- Leave me alone once and for all.

- Goddamn your ass.
- What are you doing?

What am I doing? What are you doing?
Get your hands off.

- Mister, relax, okay?
- Hey, man! You fool with my woman.

- You're tellin' me to relax?
- I'm not your goddamn woman.

- Have a cigarette.
- I don't want a cigarette.

- I want my woman.
- I'm not your woman.

- Take it easy. You heard what she said.
- Hey, you take it easy!

- We don't need an interpreter.
- You have to let me go.

I don't wanna have to use this.

- I don't wanna have to use it.
- I'm going. We're leaving.

- Oh, shit.
- You can't do that.

You can't just break into people's
apartments like that and kidnap them.

That's what I'm doing.
Hey, relax, okay?

- Let go of me.
- Now I am really mad!

Put me down.
We'll talk this over.

You wanted something different,
didn't ya? This exciting enough for you?

I'm gonna call the cops,
you son of a bitch!

Shut up, Frannie!

- Hold it! Wait a minute.
- Hey, relax, Ray.

I don't wanna be with you anymore.

- Don't you get it?
- You're gonna get it!

This is humiliating.
It's not even stupid. It's embarrassing.

- Get out of the way!
- And I won't shut up. I don't wanna.

Say, have you seen the carioca

It's not a fox-trot or a polka

It has a little bit of new rhythm

Of blue rhythm that sighs

Terrific. Just what I feel like doing,

taking a nice little naked ride on
a Sunday afternoon with somebody I hate!

I'm not exactly crazy about you.

What are you looking at?
Haven't you seen breasts before?

Here, cover yourself up.

Why don't you take a picture?
It'll last longer.

Fuck off, meatball!

I don't care anymore, okay?
I just don't care.

Don't you know I'd sing to ya
if I could sing to ya?

Oh, Hank.

I can't sing, honey.

We've been saying goodbye
for years, honey.

This time it's really goodbye.

Bye, Hank.

Broken bicycles

Old busted chains

Rusted handlebars out in the rain

Somebody must have
an orphanage for

All these things
that nobody wants anymore

Just the two of us, alone together.

- Bora-Bora.
- September's reminding July

Let's hear it for Miller time!

It's time to be saying goodbye

Why not?

- You can't unring a bell, Junior
- Why not?

It'll cost you to get out
of this one, Junior

She's got big plans

That don't include you

Can you believe it? The airport.

- I'm finally going someplace. Wow.
- Take it like a man

Come on, hurry.
We don't wanna miss the plane.

Bora-Bora.
I'll give you Bora-Bora.

‘Cause you can't unring a bell

I didn't come here to lose you
to some Rudolph "Vaselino" guy.

I tell you that.

You know, the island of Bora-Bora is really
only 20 miles around in circumference.

You could practically walk around it
in a day if you wanted to.

It's 500 miles from Tahiti,

but first you have to make
a connecting flight from Papeete.

- It's one of the Fiji islands.
- Are you a little nervous?

No, I'm not nervous.
Why? Am I talking too much?

How's it feel?

You're a little man

In a great big town

- You meathead! What's your problem?
- Perhaps you were a little hasty

Hey, buddy, I'm sorry.

- You shouldn't be parking here.
- Sorry.

I'm not normally like this,
but I got a plane to catch. Here.

You can't take back
the things you said

Man

‘Cause you can't unring a bell

- Junior
- Do you have a flight to Bora-Bora?

- The end of the counter.
- What about this guy Hank?

He's a little
on the crazy side, isn't he?

He's not crazy.
He was just hurt.

- Excuse me.
- Get it through your head

Excuse me.

I'm sorry, sir, you're gonna have
to wait at the end of the line.

- How long did you live together?
- Oh, five years.

That's a long time
to live with the wrong person.

- When did you split up?
- The day before yesterday.

- We don't fly to Bora-Bora.
- Who does fly to Bora-Bora?

- Go to Los Angeles.
- When's your flight to Los Angeles?

- We don't fly to Los Angeles.
- Why are you giving me such a hard time?

I'm not giving you a hard time.
You're giving all of us a hard time.

- I'm gonna jump over this counter!
- PSA has the last flight to Los Angeles.

- Thank you.
- I think it's already left.

Yeah, she's got big plans

With a guy from South America

Frannie! Hey!

It hurts, don't it?

- Better get down on your knees
- Frannie! Coming through!

- Suffer
- Frannie!

- Hey, Frannie!
- Hank.

- Frannie.
- Not again.

- What are you doing?
- I thought I'd do some travelling.

- I don't believe this guy.
- Yeah? Where to?

- I was thinkin' of looking into Bora-Bora.
- Come on, Frannie.

- Let's goin.
- You ain't got no passport, okay?

- I'll get a passport. Excuse me.
- Frannie, please. Come on.

- Where do you get a passport?
- The plane's not gonna wait.

Frannie, I wouldn't get on
this plane if I were you.

- Let's go, Frannie.
- The wing looks a little funny.

Frannie, please. Come on.

Frannie, please.

Hank, I'm through fighting.

Come on, Frannie.
Come on back, Frannie.

- Come with me, okay?
- Don't go, Frannie.

I didn't come here to fight with ya.

I came to sing to ya.

You are my sunshine
my only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are grey

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take
my sunshine away

That was nice.

Frannie, come on home.

Come on back, Frannie.

Frannie, please.
Come on, Frannie.

- The plane is leaving.
- It's too late. It's too late.

Frannie.

I should go out and honk the horn

It's Independence Day

Instead I just
pour myself a drink

It's got to be love
I've never felt this way

Oh, baby,
this one's from the heart

The shadows on the wall
look like a railroad track

I wonder if he's ever comin' back

The moon's a yellow stain
across the sky

Oh, baby

This one's from the heart

Blondes, brunettes and redheads

Put their hammer down

To pound a cold chisel
through my heart

But they were nothing
but apostrophes

Oh, baby,
this one's from the heart

can't tell

Is that a siren
or a saxophone

But the roads get so slippery
when it rains

I'love you

More than all these words
can ever say

Oh, baby,
this one's from the heart

Frannie.

Frannie, Frannie.

I made a mistake.

Take me home, you silly boy

Put your arms around me

Take me home, you silly boy

I love you.
I love you so much.

The world's not round without you

Oh, Frannie.

I'm so sorry
that I broke your heart

- Please don't leave my side
- It's gonna be all right.

Take me home, you silly boy

‘Cause I'm still in love with you

Baby.

I should go out
and honk the horn

It's Independence Day

But instead
I'll just pour myself a drink

It's got to be love

I've never felt this way

Oh, baby

This one's from the heart

The shadows on the wall
look like a railroad track

I wonder if he's ever comin' back

The moon's a yellow stain
across the sky

Oh, baby

This one's from the heart

Maybe I'll go down to the corner
and get a racing form

But I should probably wait here
by the phone

The brakes need adjustment
on the convertible

Oh, baby

This one's from the heart

The wind is climbin'
the avocado tree

Rubbin' its back
against the wall

I pour myself a double sympathy

Oh, baby

This one's from the heart

And blondes, brunettes
and redheads

Put their hammer down

To pound a cold chisel
through my heart

But they were nothin'
but apostrophes

Oh, baby

This one's from the heart