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I did it.

I really did it.

I can't believe it. Hurry up. I can't
believe it. I did it. I finally did it.

Abby, Abby, listen, you won't believe
this. I did it. I did it. I finally did

it. Dad, we may believe it if you tell
us what it is you finally did. I finally

saw my short story.

I can't believe it. Your sarcasm,
Elizabeth, will in no way dampen my

happiness. Do you realize that after all
those mountains of rejection slips from

all those publishing houses that don't
really know talent when they see it, Tom

Bradford has finally entered the ranks
of Hemingway, Fitzgerald, and Twain.

Who are all those guys?

Is that changing jobs or something? No,
Nicholas, they're very famous writers.

Yes, and they're best known for their
short stories, as I will be known when

entire world reads my short story in
Man's Monthly. Oh, it

must be a new publication.

Well, this calls for a celebration.

There's a magic in you.

When the sunrise smiles on everything
around.

It's a portrait of the happiness that we
feel and

always will.

Oh, eight is enough to fill our lives
with love.

And eight is enough to fill our lives
with...

Drink your ginger ale, Nicholas.

Dad, they sent you a check for $150?

Yes. Well, all those years as a war
correspondent in Korea have finally paid

off. Hey, Dad, wait, what does this
mean? It says, in the interest of our

editorial policy, we've taken the
liberty of slightly modifying some of

passages of your story, The Last Big
Push. Yes, well, as long as they don't

alter the main thrust of my story, I
couldn't care less. It's only semi

-autobiographical anyway, so, I mean,
writers are always rewritten, in the

beginning, that is.

Oh, Dad, we're all so proud of you.

Yeah, Dad.

We all know how long you've tried to be
taken seriously as a writer.

I didn't mean it quite that way.

David here.

Hi. Hi, guys.

How are you doing?

Hi, family. Are we too late to join the
party? This is getting warmed up. Yeah,

if you two can quit holding hands long
enough to grab yourself a glass of

bubbly. Well, hey, if everybody's got
enough champagne, I'd like to propose a

toast.

Can you do it while there's still
bubbles? Oh, yeah. I don't know exactly

say this, but it is proper to toast the
bride and groom, isn't it?

Bride?

Groom? Who's getting married?

Oh, take a wild guess.

Congratulations.

Wonderful. Janet's getting married?

Who's she getting married to?

Donald Klein, of all creeps. I'd rather
marry the Hulk.

Relax, Elizabeth.

It's only a make -believe marriage.

Well, yeah, make -believe or not, it
still means I've got to spend time with

breeding range of him. I mean, Nancy,
Donald Klein has got to be seen to be

believed. He's a real queeb.

Pass the emery board, please.

Here. Thanks.

What's a queeb?

Well, you know what a nerd is, right?
Yes. A queeb is worse. This marriage

is never going to work.

Oh, Elizabeth, give it a chance.

Really? I mean, David and Janet aren't
even exchanging vows to the first of the

month. I'm not talking about David and
Janet. I'm talking about me and Donald

Klein. What's a Donald Klein?

It's her husband in contemporary social
problems class.

The teacher pairs up students, and they
have to deal with typical everyday

problems young married couples face.

Mm, sounds like fun. Not when you're
stuck with Donald Klein.

A real queef, huh?

How did you know?

Well... Okay, okay. All right, all
right, you guys, okay.

Enough of Elizabeth's imaginary wedding,
and on to David and Janet.

Will it still be this nice after we're
married?

Well, if you can wait about a month, you
can answer that one yourself.

Now, move it. We're late.

Late for what?

We're invited to the gala opening of O
'Hare and D'Souza's new law firm.

No, I thought that was tomorrow night.

It's tonight.

Do we have to go? Yes, you jump in the
shower. I've already laid out your

clothes.

I just spent all day with an accountant
trying to figure out how to bankroll the

gala opening of Bradford & Associates'
new construction firm.

With lots of great ideas and no money.
There's absolutely no way I can miss

tonight. I mean, how could Ted O 'Hara
and his loyal associates even consider

joining their firm if I don't even
bother making an appearance?

It's very important.

Please.

Would you hate me if you had to go
alone?

Somehow the thought of being surrounded
by three -piece suits, eating canapes,

and discussing the latest advances in
personal injury cases makes me very

antisocial.

Do you want me to go and escort it?

No, but I'll live with it.

Okay. There's leftovers in the
refrigerator.

I surrender, champ. These days I can't
even beat you when I'm cheating.

Hi, guys.

Hey, um, we're taking a vote. Do we all
pitch in and buy David and Janet one

large wedding gift or a little
individual winsome?

Oh, that Donald Klein is not only a
giant creep, he is a chauvinist. Would

believe he expects us to live off of his
measly salary? No wife of mine is gonna

work, he says. Your place isn't the
home.

How romantic.

A newlywed squabble. Sounds like you
need a marriage counselor.

I mean, you're getting married, too?

What I need, Nancy, is a divorce.

You mean you already got married?

How come nobody told me?

Well, let's talk about it during dinner.

Dad and Abby went out with the
MacArthur's. Oh, boy, this is the last

still for an arranged marriage.

When did you get married?

Oh, uh, last week, I think.

Boy, things are really happening fast
around here. I didn't even get invited

the wedding.

Forget your key?

You wouldn't give me a key, remember?

Vicki.

Why aren't you going to invite me in?

Vicki, I wasn't expecting you.

What are you doing here?

I'm visiting, silly.

I can see you're still a lousy
housekeeper.

Yeah, I guess some habits never change.

Vicki. I mean, it's been a long time
since we've been together. Oh, I know,

David.

And I have missed you, too.

That's why I stopped by.

I thought we might catch up, sort of get
reacquainted.

Oh, David, I've missed your smile.

There's something I should tell you.

Hi.

I'm, uh... early.

Vicki, I'd like you to meet Janet.

My fiancée, Janet.

Janet, say hi to Vicki.

She likes my smile.

Well, are you just going to sit there
like a lump?

As I recall, you were too tired to
socialize this evening, yet you seem to

had enough energy left to socialize with
a strange girl in our apartment.

to say?

I'd like to make a motion for a mistrial
on grounds of insufficient evidence.

Insufficient evidence?

David, I am not an insecure neurotic
prone to petty female jealousies and

flights of fancy. I come home, I catch
you in your robe standing this close to

not unattractive lady, and you say I
have no evidence? I was an eyewitness.

Okay, you saw what you saw, but you
didn't see everything.

You make me miss the good parts.

No.

Wait a second.

Why am I defending myself? I didn't do
anything wrong.

And I don't like being accused of
anything either.

I was trying to spend a nice, quiet
evening home.

Alone.

Working on our guest list.

And an old girlfriend dropped by. What
am I supposed to do? Slam the door on

face?

Or should I put a sign outside that
says, engaged to be married, no

I haven't seen Vicki in over a year. She
doesn't even know I'm off the open

market. David, I... And even if she did
know, that doesn't mean we can't talk

human being to human being.

You're right.

Really, Janet, a person doesn't turn
into a social recluse just because

getting... What did you say?

I said you're right.

I overreacted.

I should have asked first, not accused.

Who's Uncle Bernie?

My mother's brother in Patagonia.

You mean it? I'm right?

With all my heart.

I can't help it if sometimes I'm
insecure, neurotic, and jealous.

You have no reason to be any of those
things.

We're in love, remember?

and clear.

So tell me some more about your ex
-girlfriend Vicki.

You'd be better off knowing more about
Michael Burney.

Probably.

But tell me about Vicki anyway.

Oh, uh, good afternoon.

Do you happen to have the latest issue
of Man's Man monthly?

It just so happens that I wrote one of
their stories. You might find it quite

entertaining. It's called The Last Big
Push.

Oh, how much do I owe you?

Hey, Harry, how much for this rag?

You've been hiding in here ever since
you got home. Oh, no. Abby, I'm not

hiding.

Not exactly.

What I'm doing is I'm hiding something.

Abby, I want you to see this.

Tom, I know what female anatomy looks
like. Yes, I thought I did, too. But,

Abby, that's man's man monthly.

You're kidding.

You're not kidding.

Wow, all those numbers. Looks like
you're trying to balance the national

Well, it's darn close.

I'm trying to figure out how we can save
enough money so that we can buy a house

in the next 12 months.

Honey, I hate to blow holes in your one
-year plan, but I have some shocking

news. Buying a house is not that easy.

Not at today's prices, not with today's
income, and not in the near future.

Oh, but of course it is.

All you have to do is have the right
strategy.

After today's lesson on credit in the
free enterprise system, armed robbery is

about the only strategy I can think of.

What happened at the bank?

I won't know until next week.

But the loan officer gave me a bad case
of the guilt for not owing money all

over town.

See, I've always paid cash for
everything because I hate the idea of

hock. But if you're not in hock, you
can't establish credit.

And without credit, you can't get a loan
to get yourself deeper into hock.

Well, if that's all there is to it, then
all we have to do is buy a house, which

will put us into hock, which will
establish our credit, which will get you

loan so you can start your own business.

Piece of cake.

You seem to have things very organized.

Well, I always did enjoy setting goals.

It sort of keeps things focused.

Let me see if I have this right.

You set a goal.

You focus in.

David, we have to meet a friend of mine
for dinner tonight.

Please, one go at a time.

Linda, I'm so sorry we're late. Oh, hi.

We sort of lost track of the time. Oh,
forget it. I was late myself.

Linda Raycraft.

I'm using my own name.

Okay, Linda Wellman. This is my future
husband, David Bradford. Hello. How do

you do?

Obviously, the reason you lost track of
the time.

Well, congratulations.

Thanks.

So tell me all about New York.

Let's order first. I'm starving.

Okay.

So, I can't promise I'll be back in time
for your wedding, but I'll sure try.

I shouldn't be in Santa Fe for more than
a week.

After that, it might be nice to see the
rest of the great American Southwest.

I've heard about this fellow with 14
wives.

Now, he might be an interesting subject.

Sounds like fun.

14 wives?

Hardly. I mean the travel.

I think it sounds insane.

A girl driving alone cross -country? Who
knows what could happen?

A lot, if I'm lucky.

Not only is it irresponsible, it's
dangerous.

What do you think I should do? Settle
down and live off my generous alimony

until I find some other jerk to marry?

Linda, I'm sorry your marriage didn't
work out, but I'm sorry.

I guess I'm still a little defensive.

Janet, for the first time in my life, I
am not my parents' little girl or a

California co -ed or somebody's wife.

I have a chance to be my own person.

I just don't know who that person is.

And since writing is the only thing I
can do even half decently, I intend to

write my way across the country until I
find out.

You know something, Linda? Since we were
kids, you always could take a totally

crazy idea and make it sound almost
sensible.

You always went along with them.

That's right, I did, and as I remember,
your ideas always got us into trouble.

Well, I'll just have to take that
chance.

Oh, but that's enough about me. I want
to hear all about you guys.

Uh, David, one of the partners from O
'Hara's just walked into the bar.

O 'Hara is one of the best law firms in
town, and I'm this close to working

there. I really should go say hello.

But our dinner's here.

David, you know how important this is to
me. It won't take but a minute. Go

ahead. Start without me.

So. You were about to tell me what you
and Janet are up to.

We're buying a house.

Oh?

Oh.

Would anyone

care for some dessert?

Most of us already had our dessert.

I said I was sorry.

Oh, and that's supposed to make
everything okay, right?

Can we drop this, David?

Sure, I wouldn't want to spoil your
appetite.

All right, that does it. Oh, listen,
it's late. I have to be leaving.

No, no, no, please don't go.

Well, I'm staying with my parents, and
Dad likes me home at a decent hour so he

can triple lock the front door. But we
haven't had a chance to talk yet. That's

not her fault.

I'll give you a call.

Good night.

I do. You embarrass me in front of my
friend, that's what. You know I don't

arguing in front of other people.

But being rude in front of other people
is okay, is that it?

Getting up in the middle of dinner and
leaving me alone with your friend until

it's time to pay the check is accepted
social behavior. That was business.

Could have waited.

And so could your rotten behavior.

I didn't plan on running into that guy
tonight.

Right. You planned on us having a nice
pleasant dinner with your long lost

friend.

I don't believe you. Linda must think we
don't get along at all.

Well, excuse me for my total lack of
self -control.

The next time I'm upset, I'll find a
more appropriate time to express my

feelings.

You're impossible.

I can't even talk to you anymore.

Janet, open this door. This isn't over
yet.

I'm not listening.

Come on, hiding behind a locked door
isn't going to solve anything.

Where am I supposed to sleep?

At least I'm not going to bed angry.

I don't have to bed.

The last big push by Tom Bradford.

I awoke with a start.

It was silent.

The icy wind sliced through my liver
like a bayonet.

It was good. Junk.

Dad's story is not junk. I meant
everything else.

Well, how would you know?

Did you flip through the rest of them?
Hey, hey.

No, no, I heard.

Well, I just can't figure out where they
hide the socially redeeming values.

From the sound of it, I don't think
they're trying to hide anything.

Hey, can I think? No.

How come? Did Dad write something I'm
not supposed to read?

No, Nicholas, it's not what he wrote.
It's where he wrote it. No, it's not

I wrote it. It's where they printed it.
And where they printed it, none of you

are allowed to look at. Dad, most of us
happen to be adults.

Well, then behave like an adult and let
me put out the trash.

be unincluded.

Mr.

Gillette, if you'd just give me a chance
to explain.

I think this boy's fine.

if you'd just give me a chance to
explain.

Mr. Gillette is expecting me?

Yeah. Here, come on.

Mr.

Gillette, I'm Tom Bradford.

After all these years and children, we
meet at last.

Take a seat.

Thank you.

What I don't understand is why I'm
sitting in here and my son Tommy is

out there.

Mr. Bradford, I can honestly say that I
am a very liberal man.

I do not enforce the dress code.

I look the other way on Senior Prank
Day. I even vote for Harold Stassen

whenever he runs for president.

But there are limits even to my liberal
way of thinking.

All things in moderation.

I subscribe to the same philosophy.

But what is this, some kind of a
parent's poll or something?

Hardly.

As a liberal, I also support the basic
freedoms, the freedom of speech in

particular. However, I do not condone
students bringing certain samples of

free speech onto my campus.

This magazine, to be precise.

Unfortunately, your son does not
subscribe to the same philosophy of

that... Have you ever looked at that
magazine?

No, of course not.

Well, yes, out of the interest of
administrative discipline, yes.

Well, then you're probably not aware of
the fact that various highly acclaimed

writers have contributed articles of
great social prominence and merit to

publication. You're putting me on.

Look for yourself.

I hardly describe great social merit to
the likes of... Mamsel Susie.

Midnight Harry.

Tom Brad.

Hi,

dear.

It's open.

David?

Oh, hi. Is Janet home?

Any minute.

Would it bother you if I turned on the
light?

Whatever makes you happy.

You know what they say about people who
sit in the dark?

Probably don't care either.

Maybe I should leave and come back some
other time.

Well, it was nice talking to you again.

Congratulations. Well, we'll have to put
off the honeymoon for a while just till

I get adjusted.

David, what's wrong?

I can wait. I know you don't like
discussing things in front of other

I want to hear it now.

The bank turned down my loan.

Oh, is that all?

For a second I thought it was something
serious.

I put that on the same list with the
Titanic in Pearl Harbor.

Well, it is bad, but it's far from
tragic.

David, we don't need the bank. With the
money I'll be bringing in, I'll have

enough to start your business in no
time.

Oh, really?

You'd give money to a bum credit risk
like me? Of course I will.

Oh, naturally, I'll have to draw up a
contract.

But I think you'll like the terms.

And how do I sign on the dotted line?

Mr. Janet MacArthur?

I'm sorry, Linda. You kept hearing me at
my worst.

David. I waited up for you all night and
you didn't come home. I was so worried.

Why didn't you call?

I couldn't. I didn't know what to say.

Would you answer me a question?

Do you love me?

I mean, do you really love me?

I think so.

I don't think we should get married.

I, uh... I made us a dinner.

It's very nice. We shouldn't let it
spoil.

I knew things weren't right, but...
Well, you know how I

am.

Totally goal -oriented.

Once I get something in my head, I... I
have a hard time letting it go.

I'm just too selfish, I guess.

Every time I tried thinking about us
souls, I could come up with it was me.

Oh, no, no, please, no heroics. I've
seen the same thing in me.

Ever since we decided to get married,
we've both been on edge.

Like we were fighting each other for our
last breath of freedom.

Is marriage supposed to be like that?

I don't think so.

For a while, at least. I'm not going to
find out about it.

I guess the honeymoon was over before it
started.

I propose a toast.

To us.

May we live apart happily ever after.

You know, it's really funny.

Deciding not to get married has been
about the most mature thing we've ever

as a couple.

I'm sorry.

Well, that should do it for this load.

Linda, I want you to know that I really
appreciate your helping Janet out like

this.

Forget it.

That's what friends are for.

Yeah? Well, I'd better drop this stuff
off.

Tell Janet I'll be back in about an
hour.

Right.

I knew you were moving back home for a
while. I didn't know David was, too.

not. He's moving out, hitting the road.

You're putting me on.

No.

In fact, I think you might have given
him the idea.

All your romantic talk about traveling
and trying to find yourself.

Oh.

Think he can look after himself any
better than I can?

Probably not.

Where's he planning to go?

He doesn't know yet.

He said for the first time in his life
he wanted to do something totally

spontaneous.

Janet, I've got a crazy idea.

Your favorite kind.

Yeah, but this is really crazy.

And in order for it to work, you're
going to have to go along with it.

David, isn't this sort of sudden?

I hope so. I waited until the last
minute so you couldn't talk me out of

It's sort of compounding a totally
haphazard idea with a complete lack of

forethought, isn't it?

I prefer to think of it as spontaneous.

Excuse me while I spontaneously get
lost.

Mary, here's an extra key to my
apartment.

Rent's paid till the end of the month.

Tommy, you're in charge of disposing of
what I leave behind.

If anybody wants anything, it's theirs.

Sell everything else and any money I'd
like saved for me.

I guess that's it.

Except... I'm really gonna miss you
guys.

Yes. Dad. You're running away, David.
It's plain and simple. You've made a

commitment and you've changed your mind.
You made a mistake. That's all right.

We all make mistakes. But you're
compounding that mistake by trying to

from the consequences.

Maybe.

But I'm also running towards something,
too. Oh, come on. You don't mean that.

Dad, if this were 1779 instead of 1979,
I'd be here telling

you I was heading west to start a new
life.

Well, I'm already west.

So I'm telling you that I'm heading
north and south and east to find what I

want.

How can you hold that against me?

I don't hold it against you.

It's just that it's so abrupt.

It's so ill -planned.

You might think of it as an adventure.

Dad, it's not like I'm never going to
see you again.

I'm just taking a little trip, sort of
an extended vacation.

Look, Dad, I may not be acting like your
type of man.

Sensible and sane.

But let's face it, you're stuck with me.

I'll always be your son.

I finally said something that makes
sense.

Don't get into any trouble, David.

And when you do...

Janet forgets something?

No.

Actually, this has nothing to do with
Janet.

Oh, wait, no, that's not exactly true.
It was my idea in the first place, and

she agreed that it had some merit.

So that's why I'm here.

I haven't the vaguest idea what you're
talking about.

Well, hey, I see you're all packed up
and ready to go.

Any specific destination?

Not yet.

I'm just going to take the freeway of
least resistance.

Well, in that case, how about giving me
a lift to Santa Fe?

New Mexico?

New Mexico.

You heard Janet. She is convinced that
it's too dangerous for me to travel

alone. Well, I don't agree with her, of
course, but it did get me to thinking.

And Janet agreed.

I mean, if by some strange coincidence
you and I should be traveling in the

general direction, it would make at
least economic sense to go in the same

right?

You want to travel with me? Just to
Santa Fe.

And then with the plain money I can
save, I can buy a slightly better car,

we can go our own separate ways.

No.

We hardly know each other.

Well, I didn't mean to frighten you. I
only suggested that we travel together,

not get married.

Forget it.

Forget it. Forget it. It was a crazy
idea anyway.

It is spontaneous.

your own way?

All expenses split 50 -50.

You travel light?

I know how to pack, thank you.

Ah, what the heck. I'll pick you up at
six.

Are you sure it's okay?

No.

So what?

I'll see you at six.

What's in this thing?

You wake up the whole neighborhood.

My typewriter is in there.

You said you traveled life. I said I
knew how to pack.

I'm a writer, remember?

Have a typewriter? We'll travel.

Come on, I want to put some distance
between me and Sacramento.

It's almost rush hour. We've still got
to get gassed up.

Well, didn't you ever consider gassing
up last night so we wouldn't have to

hurry this morning?

Briefly.

But then I remembered our agreement.

What?

Oh, yes.

All expenses 50 -50, right?

Exactly.

Better give me a quart of oil.

Your best 30 weight.

I think we should take 80 to Reno, cut
across Nevada and Utah to Grand

then south through Colorado, straight
into New Mexico.

Three days, easy driving.

Probably do it in two and a half.

But I'd rather take 49 south through
California. It's more scenic.

We can head east further down.

But my way is shorter.

What is this? You have an appointment or
something?

I'm just trying to contribute my half to
this trip.

I appreciate that.

But could you limit your contributions
to expenses?

I'd like to see one state at a time,
starting with the one we're in.

Trust me, you'll enjoy the long way. Not
unless you start being a bit more

pleasant. Are you always this grouchy in
the morning?

I'm not grouchy.

You owe me $9 .75 for gas and 70 cents
for oil.

Trust me, I'll pay you when I get
changed.

You were right. The scenery is worth a
few extra miles.

Hey,

if the weather holds, we might make a
little side trip through Yosemite.

Have you ever been to Yosemite?

You have, have you? What's it like? I've
never been there.

Friends tell me it's a really beautiful
place.

Well, you probably didn't mind it too
much.

As long as we're traveling together.

I don't believe it. He speaks.

I think there are a few things we should
both clear up.

Okay. What have you got in mind?

Number one, I have no intention of
getting myself trapped in another

relationship.

Things will be a lot less complicated if
we just keep this thing on a purely

business -like level.

Well, never fear. Your honor is safe
with me.

This has nothing to do with honor.

It was your idea we travel together. I
just want to make sure that we both

understand what that does and does not
include.

Oh.

Well, I'm glad you clarified things
then, because I thought for sure that

rotten disposition was merely your
clumsy way of playing hard to get.

I don't play games like that.

You also don't know how to take a joke.

Want me to drive for a while?

Mm -mm.

I'm the only one who drives my car.

I'm more than capable of handling this
thing.

In fact, during my ex -husband's car
period, he even got me to take a high

-speed driving course.

Everything from skid pad to crash
techniques.

Well, since we're not doing any high
-speed driving, and since I have no

intention of learning firsthand your
crash techniques, and since my car is

own, I'm the one who does all the
driving.

I don't know. Maybe I'm paranoid or
something.

But I've been around the world two
times, first class all the way.

Just seems like the only things I've
ever seen are four -star restaurants and

fancy hotels.

Not particularly fulfilling.

Well, I happen to think that this place
here qualifies as one of the best hotels

in the world.

For the first time today, I have to
agree with you.

But I don't recommend the room service.

If you don't like it, you don't have to
eat it.

I didn't say I didn't like it.

But, um, I'll cook breakfast.

Okay? Good.

Because I hate it.

You know,

I knew there was a laugh hidden in you
somewhere.

Yeah, it's usually a lot more obvious.

Linda, I'm sorry about the long face
today.

Leaving Janet, my home.

Well, I guess I need a little more time
to figure out whether I'm supposed to be

happy or depressed.

Well, time is one thing you've got
plenty of.

That's what your trip is for, remember?

You know, I never did ask you why you're
going to Santa Fe.

Oh, well, there's this guy there.

Figures.

No, no, not that kind of guy.

This guy is the father of a sorority
sister.

He's got a real heavy weight in
publishing.

I brought some samples of my writing
with me.

I'm hoping he can turn what's been a
hobby into a career.

That's really important to you, isn't
it?

Well, let's just say I wouldn't mind
doing something right for a change.

I haven't been too successful lately.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

I think I'll wash up and turn in.

Fresh air is making me sleepy.

Want to flip to see who gets to sleep in
the car?

Oh, no, don't bother. You can have him.
I like to sleep outside.

David? Yeah?

I'm glad you took the long way.

It really is beautiful.

you had your shot at cooking breakfast.

Not bad, huh?

Not bad.

Not good.

Can't you ever say anything nice?

It was hot.

You're welcome.

Hey, look at that.

I wonder what it's like to fly one of
those things.

Scary. I did it once. I'll never do it
again.

That was during my ex -husband's flying
period.

Your ex -husband went through a lot of
periods, didn't he?

He covered just about everything except
Good Husband Period.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Don't be.

Well, that must be a 5 ,000 -foot drop.

Nope.

In fact, it's on the short side at 2
,000 feet.

Yeah? Wow, it looks a lot higher.

I'm going in for a closer look.

Okay.

So listen here, if your husband wants...
Oh, I'm not married.

Oh, okay.

If your boyfriend...

Guess again.

If the guy that you're traveling with?

If he wants some choice pictures, you
ought to save his film and wait till I

in here. My name's Marty Garfield.

Could you hold this for a minute,
please? Oh, sure.

Well, hi, Marty. I'm Linda.

You been doing this a long time?

Long enough to be number one.

Oh, is that so?

I'm afraid I'm not up enough on the
sport to know all the players.

You ought to take in a contest sometime.
Got a good one coming up in a couple of

weeks. Which, by the way, I plan on
acing.

Ought to get you current in a hurry.

Well, I'd say you could probably win on
confidence alone.

I believe in winning.

I don't believe in false modesty.

Hey, need a hand? If you're offering,
I'm accepting.

Well, I thank you for the help, too,
son.

This thing was never designed for
walking under.

That's for one sure thing.

Let's put it down.

Okay.

Say, if you're still in a helping mood,
I'd like you to try something for me.

Sure. Are you expecting a lot of flyers
here for the competition?

Enough to keep things interesting.

All the magazines, too.

Magazines? Oh, yeah.

Hang gliding's becoming a big money
sport.

The switchback hill open, that's the one
that's coming up, is nothing to laugh

at.

Is that why you do it? For the money?

I ain't got money.

Then why?

Well, why not?

Your friend over there better watch
himself. Hanging around with old man

could give him a broken body.

Oh, my God.

Look, I'm flying.