All language subtitles for Cagney and Lacey s07e13 Hello Goodbye

Something finally happens worthy of
gossip and you didn't even bother to ask

details. Hey, I have this dance.

My heart is just racing.

I'm short of breath.

Oh, you're a lucky woman, Christine.

I want you.

I'm scared, David. I know.

That's not grinning. You're the one
that's grinning. Something can be

Chris.

There is nothing I would like better
than to visit you and David and the kids

a rambling house in Jersey. Christine
Cagney, will you marry me?

Thank you so much for your cooperation,
Mr. Ramirez. If we can be of any

assistance to you, please don't hesitate
to call.

Excuse me.

The nobility of poverty is giving me a
headache.

Hey, only five more floors to go.

This one is not my fault, Mary Beth.

I was there just for the thighs. If
you're angry at someone, get angry at

Samuels. I'm not angry with anybody.

If you put me in charge like you should
have, we wouldn't have this dirt job.

But oh, no, he had to sneak out to some
special assignment. Then Millman slips

in Mr. Floppy Disk.

And you have shown enormous restraint,
Christine.

Yes, I think so.

Thornton is the only lieutenant in
history to send his second whip out to

investigate unfounded 9 -11 calls.

Maybe it's a gesture. Yeah, and we know
which finger.

Frank Deckman, building manager.

I'm sorry I was out when you arrived.

Sergeant Cagney. I'm Detective Lacey.

My security guard told me that you was
up here.

Is that the drunk with the stick?

I got a complaint on the plumbing
upstairs.

According to your clientele, in the last
two months you have had complaints

including an elevator crash, a furnace
fire, three stabbing, and two drug ODs,

Mr. Deckman.

When we asked where the dead body is,
they say which one. What?

You getting out of body?

No, a report of a body, Mr. Deckman.

Actually, there have been several
reports.

It seems someone in this building is
keeping 911 ringing off the hook with

alarms. What kind of person would do
something like that? That's what brings

to your little corner of paradise.

Our tapes indicate that the voice on the
calls is the same. It's a juvenile,

probably male. The welfare, they don't
care who they send over here.

Look at the ones like Govel up in 503.

The mother's just out of the joint. The
kids are running wild.

I'm sorry, ladies. I got to go.

Tell me it isn't a toilet.

Nah.

I don't suppose we should try the
elevator.

Guess not.

I don't have a phone.

I don't know about any phone calls.

This is horrible. There's a pay phone in
the lobby.

And the manager of your building seems
to feel that you leave your children

unsupervised. They're right here.

I'm looking right at them.

Ma 'am, it's possible if you're not home
all the time. Henry, you listen to

this, huh?

Damn you!

Can't you stay out of trouble for five
minutes?

I didn't do nothing.

We'd like to talk with your son, ma 'am.

Henry, get over here.

If I had a dime to drop, I wouldn't
waste it on cops.

Can the attitude, Henry. I'm not making
your lousy phone calls, lady. I got

better things to do.

Painting to musical sound.

If you can see anything suspicious, give
us a call.

One down.

One down is a work team in five -letter
words.

That is right.

I'm going to scrape this place off my
boots for a week.

Now, now, Mary Beth, there but for the
grace of God.

What the hell is that?

Christine, you really want to go back
inside there, huh?

There's a thousand people in this hotel.

We can't arrest them all. I'm telling
you, it's the Goreville kid, Mary Beth.

dials 911 and yucks it up while he's
throwing bricks at cops.

Get in the car, Crip.

10 hours and 19 minutes from now, I will
be in Paris in another century.

Ah, Les Miserables, huh? Finally, we
waited long enough.

I wonder what purpose junk mail has in
the grand scheme of things.

What is all that?

Put leftover after I work a full shift,
go to a meeting, talk to my sponsor,

read the big book, eat, sleep, and do
not drink no matter what.

Aren't you afraid if you don't open it
right away, you'll miss something?

Like what?

Letter from an old flame, postcard from
Tahiti.

I don't know, something exotic.

Very best. When's the last time you ever
got a postcard from Tahiti?

June 17, 1962.

I had to ask. My mother's second cousin,
Roy, was in the Merchant Marine, and I

used to get postcards from all over the
world.

But I couldn't wait to get home to check
out the mailbox, you know, maybe get a

parcel. The mail always seems romantic
somehow, like the trains.

Good thing?

Yeah. What is it?

It's a bill from the warehouse where I
have Charlie's stuff stored.

Oh.

Seems my introductory offer has expired.

And the low, low price of a 9x9 space in
the most aggressive part of Brooklyn

has just tripled.

Yeah.

I know. I'd probably go clean it out.

Report it.

Well, maybe there's something he'd want
to save out for his grandchildren.

Your nieces, Bridget and Lisa?

I don't even know what they are, Mary
Beth.

The movers just came and took it away.

One minute it was Charlie's apartment,
and the next minute it was empty.

Excuse me.

Thank you. Hiya, Josie. Hey, Cagney.
Yes, Coleman.

Thornton's pet series of Mr. Mears is
still on the books. Is that what I'm

trying to tell you? I don't want one
joke about 9 -11 calls, all right? Just

give me my message. No jokes. What I'm
trying to... Thank you, Coleman.

Thank you.

He's tired of being the butt of every
cheap joke in this precinct.

Michael got a B -plus on his social
studies project.

His brain's got a short circuit in it.

He's playing around with all his diodes.

Michael?

And Samuels, good old Mr. Hey, I'm in
your corner, Cagney. He just dropped

into Thornton's end zone and then
marches out of the stadium. That I will

forgive. Cagney!

What? Lieutenant Samuels would like to
see you in his office.

What do you think?

How do you recognize the old man, huh?

I'm telling you, Cagney, it is amazing
what you can do with a little healthy

eating, swimming, and swimming?

Oh, yeah.

Good, non -stressful aerobic workout for
the cardiovascular system? That was

your special assignment?

Swimming?

Well, to tell you the truth, it was a
little flare -up. You know, and he

the ticker.

Angina. But the best thing that ever
could have happened to me.

Nelman said that you were on some sort
of secret investigation.

I didn't want anybody to worry.

Cagney. Come on, I waited for you to
talk to you boss to boss before I told

anybody out there.

Pardon me, I'm sorry to interrupt.
Welcome back, sir.

Oh, you look sensational.

Thank you, Lacey.

He's been swimming. You look so healthy,
sir, and slim and young.

Much younger.

The Special Assignment agrees with you,
huh? Oh, yeah. Are you back with us now,

sir? Oh, yeah. Back in the saddle. Well,
you're a cypher sore eyes, as they say,

sir. Mary Beth, don't we have some
pressing police business to attend to?

another 9 -11 from the Huntington Hotel.

Ah, well, let's see. Yes, Lieutenant,
then we must go.

Uniforms have been dispatched. Mary
Beth, come on. This is our case.

I thought you said that you didn't want
to... Unfounded 9 -11 calls, Lieutenant.

Uh -huh. Top priority.

We'll chat later?

I'm looking forward to it, sir.

Chrissy! You think we can come walking
in here like it was old times?

Why are you dragging me back to this
hotel?

Because it's better than looking at you
and Samuel. You act like he's the Wells

Fargo wagon coming to town with your new
winter woolies.

I'm happy he's back.

He didn't go on any special assignment,
Mary Beth.

He went to a health farm for his heart.

His heart?

Is he all right?

He didn't die, did he?

Christine!

Where's the man with the gun?

How do I know?

And why'd you make the phone call,
Henry?

Why would I call you? I get a quarter, I
call my bookie. Smart kid, huh?

Why aren't you in school?

I'm sick.

Where's your mother?

Having her hair done. What do you think?

I think you've been making those calls,
kid.

And then playing with loose bricks.

What happened to your arm?

Maybe a brick fell on it.

Did it fall on your neck there, too?

Kid, if anybody is hurting you or you
want to talk to somebody, what would you

do?

I think the free ball in the corner
pocket.

Hang on to your quarters.

I've been a little rocky today.

Started at 10 o 'clock this morning with
this woman, drunk, in my face, saying,

what's your problem?

I want to say to her, I have the same
problem you have, lady, except I haven't

had a drink in six months.

But what good would it do, right?

So I... I'm so angry, though.

And I'm angry at my boss, and I'm angry
at this room full of stuff that my dad

left behind.

And now I have to go through all of it,
and I don't want any of it. I don't want

to see it. I don't want to touch it.

I don't want any of it in my house.

I love how they're marching right at
you, but no one is moving.

Boom, boom. It never changes, Mary Beth.
It's that same cycle of poverty

perpetuated by people who believe that
Ronald Reagan can balance the budget

without taxing the rich. Now, you take a
look at the stock market. Honey, this

is supposed to be fun.

What is fun? I'm having fun.

Well, couldn't we have fun without the
president? No, just enjoy the show.

Art is politics, Mary Beth. Those people
up on the stage are starving because

the trickle -down theory didn't work
back then either.

Don't you think they sing nicely?

I love it. The lights, the music. It's
Broadway, babe, but it doesn't change

facts. You want us back to our welfare
hotel from today? Right around the

corner. Honey, that is my whole point.

No one will spend the money to build low
-income housing, so the city spends

thousands of dollars a month per person
to keep them in some dingy room in a

building that ought to be condemned.

Better the slumlord should be rich.
Honey. As long as there is an

Mary Beth, there will be another
barricade. What about Michael and Alice?

What about them?

What if something happened to us?

You mean both of us at the same time?

Muriel is not getting any younger,
Horst. You mean we'd get hit by

a hang glider built for two? Honey.

You'll look sweet upon the sea.
Something could happen.

Well, no problem. We'll leave him to
science. Be a good cause. Or we will

them to the blonde in Soho who hasn't
shared a room since college. It'll be

Diane Keaton in Baby Boom. I'm not going
to get a serious answer here, right?

Well, how about Franny the Fascist
Lamada? She can burn Alice's little

books. Or the battling Bensons could
teach him boxing lessons.

I got it. I got it. Arizona.

Not funny, Harvey. Your father could
teach him land speculation.

Separate cabs back to Queens Park?

Yes, very bad.

But first, we got a date with destiny.

Morning. How is my miss?

Art is politics, Christine.

Harvey loves it.

That's nice.

Yeah. How'd it go?

Went.

Charlie wasn't there.

Just a room full of a lot of stuff.

So, I think most of it was a third
street mission.

I thought you might want to help out the
drunk.

You look good.

Thanks. I predict early spring.

It's just arrived for you, Sergeant.

Thanks, Basil. Oh, you're right. Spring
has sprung.

From David.

Dinner tonight?

Looks like love, Chris.

Red is for love, Mary Beth.

White is for passion.

Are you and David, um...

You know.

Not exactly.

Yet.

What are you waiting for?

It's like high school, you know. First
you lurk in the hallway.

Then you go to a football game and you
hold hands.

And you kiss.

And you allow a little light petting of
the way to go.

And then?

As I recall, you just hope the nuns
don't catch you. Well, that sounds like

healthy activity for two adults.

My idea of fun was getting juiced up
enough to do things I was not capable of

doing otherwise.

I'm certainly not remembering it in the
morning.

Oh.

David, I love the rose.

And yes, on dinner.

How about my place?

Sure, I'm sure.

Yeah, veal scallopini, sautéed without
wine. How's that?

Seven o 'clock, okay?

Okay. I'll see you then.

Your place, huh?

Yeah. The grass has risen.

I wonder where the Boydys is.

Got another call last night from your
hotel.

Report of a woman held at night point.
Uniform's on the scene. They couldn't

turn up any.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Oh, send it over to Thornton, huh? A
boom voyage to a man in his microchip.

This makes no sense, Christine.

If the kid doesn't want us there, how
come he keeps going?

Target practice.

We're trying out for the Olympic brick
-topping team.

I don't like the bruises. Mary Beth,
what 12 -year -old kid doesn't have

bruises? The mother was verbally
abusive. We heard that. We could pull

for observation and see if the phone
calls them. What is this? Some

attachment to dreck?

Come on, Mary Beth. Thornton is gone,
all right? So let's just bounce it over

uniforms and we'll get on to some grown
-up detective work. Now, which one do

you want?

Columbus Circle purse snatchings or West
End V &E?

West End.

30 laps in the pool, 30 minutes on the
life cycle, and we finish up with a nice

loofah. That's great, but there's no
extra charge. Oh, this is my treat,

you're worth it, my friend.

Good night, sir.

Oh, good night, Lacey, Cagney.

My friend.

They're bonding.

I've got an early meeting. Want to walk
me to the subway?

No, you go ahead. I got to catch up on
some things here.

Right. Have a nice dinner. Hello to
David.

Thanks.

Good night, my friend.

Detective Lacey.

What do you want?

Think I only come when you call, huh?

I didn't make any call.

No good, kid. We got your voice print
ID.

I'm a minor.

Mm -hmm.

Where's your mother?

Out.

Is that your supper?

So, Bobby, who's your friend?

Terminator.

Terminator. Is he, uh, okay?

Yeah. He's not going to bite me or
nothing?

Let's see.

See you around, Vicki.

Leave him alone.

Okay, Henry.

Here's the deal.

First offense, I'm going to let you off
easy.

No heavy time, but you have to do some
community service.

And you can start right here.

Clean this place up.

Here, sweetheart, give me this.

You don't want to ruin your supper, huh?

And how about some fresh fruit?

Fresh vegetables, huh?

Bananas.

You better hurry up, Henry, if you want
time off for good behavior.

I'm going out to the store, and I'll be
back. And when I get back, I want to see

this place cleaned up.

Got about 11 minutes, kid.

Charlie loved the big band.

He had everybody.

Basie, Woody Herman, Andy Kirk and his
12 clouds of joy.

They were mostly 78s, but... I probably
should have kept his record player, too.

You'd have loved his ties, though.

Grandmother used to say, we could
always... She would use the royal weave.

We could always distinguish Christmas
from Easter by the color of Charles'

Well, they only had two of them.

One was a red and blue stripe and the
other one had fat sort of gray swirls on

it. He said that the swirls were for the
supernatural.

Wonderful meal.

Oh, I do have my moment.

Must have been something in the thought.

We haven't argued all evening.

That's because you haven't insisted on
telling me about the scumball you

defended today.

And you haven't mentioned all the civil
rights that you trampled on today.

I was very good.

Some poor downtrodden ex -con got to
keep her children because of me.

I was the very model of police
restraint.

Check on the coffee.

Did we always, um, scoops like this?

You don't remember?

No.

I

want you.

I'm scared, David. I know.

It wasn't me.

I just couldn't wait indefinitely.

I didn't know... I didn't expect you to.

But we should still... I know. Be
careful.

Oh.

If you don't have anything, I do.

David?

Good morning.

Hi.

What do you have?

Bagels, cream cheese, lox, fresh
squeezed orange juice.

Good morning.

He was sleeping so soundly, I made an
early morning deli run.

Looks good.

I wanted it to be perfect.

It was perfect.

Let's always keep it that way.

Okay.

I really love you.

Where are you going?

Christine Cagney.

Will you marry me?

Morning, Chris.

How was your date with David? What?

That good, huh?

What are you reading, Mary Beth?

Oh, this is the PO's report on Linda
Gorvel. So did you and David graduate

high school?

Congratulations.

I guess I'm grinning. You're the one
that's grinning. I am not.

Oh, yes, you are.

Listen up, all you cowpokes here.

This Becky seems to be surviving
marriage.

What's he say?

Says here, howdy, partners.

From the Alamo, highlight number two of
the Victor and Ginger Salute the Duke

first annual honeymoon trek.

What was highlight number one?

Been a long time, H -Boy.

So what is Gorbals P .O. saying?

Shoplifting. A little prostitution.

Well, it's not bad, relatively speaking,
for an ex -con.

You should see the section here on the
bottle to get her children back.

Makes her sound like a candidate for
Mother of the Year.

It's time to give it up, Mary Beth.

The kids pay.

Rotten, lousy system.

It may be lousy, but it sure beats the
alternative.

Have you been in the Huntington Hotel
recently?

It's probably like the River Arms used
to be.

Dirty, depressing.

Put affordable on the welfare check. If
the AFDC wouldn't keep paying women to

have kids, they'd stop having them and
get jobs.

If you can't get child care, how are you
supposed to get a job?

It's a dead end for deadbeats. Unless
you wait until your children are grown

then join the NYPD and become a police
detective.

Excuse me, I've got suspects to
question.

Penny!

I found these witness statements on my
desk.

So? I should have been sitting there for
two weeks.

Then they were Lieutenant Thornton's
responsibility.

Well, he isn't here anymore, and I'm
asking you to handle it. You are still

second whip around here, aren't you?

I didn't count for much when you were
out of the picture. Well, I'm back in it

now. And it's good to have you back,
sir.

My office, Sergeant.

Stress management is pretty tough on the
stomach.

All right, Danny.

I assume this is about Thornton.

He was given my job.

Not by me.

Nelman made the assignment.

There's another agenda working here,
Lieutenant, and you know it.

It's called the Old Boy Network.

If that was true, you wouldn't have made
sergeant. I took a test and I passed

it. They couldn't keep me from being a
sergeant. You could have been assigned

a desk. And for that, I'm supposed to be
eternally grateful and keep my mouth

shut. I mean, after all, I've done
pretty well, don't you think?

For a girl?

Excuse me.

Cagney.

Don't give yourself a heart attack over
this.

Right.

Just sat live with the lieutenant.

Manners speaking.

Where are the witnesses?

I want Halsey's with Jordan. We'll have
them done by tonight.

A good second whip knows how to
delegate.

Thank you. We have to meet Feldberg at
nine on the game show, Carla.

Maybe later on this afternoon we could
swing by social services.

I'll follow up on that 49.

Mr. Chen said there's a possibility...
Mary Beth, enough about this case.

Okay. What do you want to talk about?

Well, something funny happens worthy of
gossip and you didn't bother to ask the

details.

Good evening with David.

She is a detective, folks.

I thought you didn't want to talk about
it.

Just what did that stop you?

Besides, the last time I mentioned a
marriage proposal, you announced it to

entire squad room.

A marriage proposal?

Well, that must have been some
scallopini.

Seatbelts, very best.

My stomach's upset. My heart is just
racing.

I'm short of breath.

Oh, you're a lucky woman, Christine.

I've just gotten my life back, Mary
Beth.

I'm not sure I'm ready for a change.

Christine, I know that it is difficult
for a Cagney to believe, but Chris,

sometimes change is for the better.

I love you, Mary Beth.

Well, then you don't need my advice.

I mean, I know that you didn't want to
hear it when Dory McKenna proposed to

you.

But marriage, Christine.

Oh, Christine, it can be so beautiful.

And it can be so terrifying. And it is
not always easy.

But it is the best part of life,
Christine.

My life.

Would you mind if I called in and took
the rest of the day off?

I'm sure.

I am sure that I can handle it.

Thanks. I'm sorry to leave you such a
load.

Are you going to see David?

I'm going to go to the beach.

That helps.

Here I got it. Let me.

Mr. Chan has found an opening near your
old neighborhood.

You mean we can get out of here?

Yes. That's what it means.

Bobby, too.

Of course.

Terminator, too.

How does my mom like seeing you play?

She hasn't seen you yet.

Why not?

She'll be staying here for a while,
Henry.

It'll give her a chance to get back on
her feet.

Want me to leave my mom here?

It's temporary, Henry.

It's with a nice woman.

You get three meals a day, a nice clean
place to live. No way.

I ain't going to no home, and neither is
Bobby.

What are you doing to my kids?

Mrs. Gorville. Hey, you think because we
got nothing you can come around here? I

am trying to help here, Mrs. Gorville.
Oh, by stealing my kids?

Your kids are going begging as far as I
can see. I bought the club for these

here kids, and I'll fight you if I have
to. Hey,

hey, hey, what's going on? No, no, it's
under control, Mr. Daly.

away from us.

Go away.

Get the hell out of here and leave us
alone.

You still getting those phone calls?

Not anymore.

how Alice sleeps with that racket
pouring out of Michael's room, but she's

like a little angel.

It was Michael sleeping like an angel
when it was Harv Jr. with the music.

Five loaf day, huh?

Just doing your job, babe.

I see the kid hanging around this hotel
lobby, Harvey.

All the mixed -up feelings in that face.

All those not -yet -grown -up feelings.

Oh, honey, it was so... Familiar?

And Mrs. Gorville screaming at me.

Nobody can steal my babies. And I wanted
to scream back at her. Yes, they can,

lady.

I wish Harv Jr. was up there sleeping
like an angel.

I wonder what he's doing, Harv.

Beating yourself up about it won't get
him out of the Marines, Mary Beth.

And beating yourself up about those
welfare kids won't get to my house in

Scarsdale.

I put in too much salt.

How do you know?

Some things you know, Harvey.

What the hell are you doing going to
Samuel's behind my back?

Christine, we get 9 -11 calls. I see
bruises on Henry's global. Bingo, I hear

cry for help.

So I go try and answer this cry, and the
kid turns on me like that's the

creature from The Exorcist. I, your
partner and Sergeant, do not want an

extension on this case. Capisce?

I can't get this one out of my mind,
Sergeant. I got a feeling there's

else.

Mary Beth.

Will you stop going on like you invented
intuition? Just give it a rest.

I beg your pardon.

We got an eight -year -old kid who's
only partly toilet trained. He's got a

teddy bear he names Terminator.

I gotta show the kid how to eat with a
knife and fork. You're feeding them now?

It's three years, Tops, before we were
arresting the older one for stabbing

old man in the subway.

And the psychiatrist is gonna tell the
court about his tragic childhood.

And everybody's gonna say, isn't it sad?
Too bad it could have been different.

We see it coming, Chris, and we do
nothing about it.

Mary Beth, I don't have a magic wand.
Either do you. Sometimes we have to

the loss and just move on.

Yeah, that's your style.

Blow it off.

Pull rank and shake loose every time
some little pissant case makes you

Cagney, you in there? What do you want?

We got another 911 call from the
Huntington Hotel.

Let uniforms handle it.

We are not off this case yet, Sergeant.

Are you coming?

Hey. Oh, jeez. Who did that to you? He's
hurting my mom.

Who is?

He thinks he's her boyfriend.

He won't leave her alone.

Okay. All right.

No, no, no. You stay here. Look out for
your brother.

Please, open up.

This is God. I'll open the door.

What's going on here?

None of your business.

I'll tell you what is our business. You
assaulted a minor.

Who says?

That lying little punk?

Mrs. Gorville, you can press charges.

What charges?

We're consenting adults.

Shut up. You don't have to trade sexual
favors for a place to live.

You mean you don't? Watch what you say,
bitch.

Hey, I told you, shut up!

Now, we are notifying protective
services.

And you better press charges, Mrs.
Gorville, or you don't have a prayer of

hanging on to your kid.

That's great.

When he gets out, I'll be here.

Where are you going to be?

Not even a rotten mother deserves that.

You were right. I was wrong.

We take turns.

I'm sorry we don't have a stronger case
for her.

How do you bet that Linda Gorble is not
the only name on his dance card?

What floor do you want to start with?

This is all I ever wanted.

As long as there were pink popcorn balls
and a Wonder Wheel, the rest could

wait.

Me and Scarlett O 'Hara.

I'll think about it tomorrow.

That's you.

Except tomorrow's here.

That's me.

I kept thinking, you know, if I could
surround myself with all the colors and

the smells and the taste, that maybe
it'd all come back.

I love this place, Davey.

Even Coney Island isn't forever.

Or Charlie.

Or little Chrissy.

Some things can be forever, Chris.

I love you, Chris.

I want to grow old with you and I want
to eat pink popcorn balls with our

grandkids.

You should have children.

You make a great dad.

So?

I'm 42 years old, David.

If I'm not ready to get married now, the
chances are I never will be.

I like my life the way it is.

I don't want to change you, Chris.

You want me to be a grandmother behind a
picket fence?

I want to share a life with you.

Yeah, but it's your life.

I don't want a ninth -inning baby,
David.

I can't remember who I wanted to be when
I grew up.

I don't know if I ever wanted a husband
and children and two cats in the

backyard.

If it was part of my dream, it's gone
now.

We want us to see each other because we
want to, not because we have to.

Come on.

We'll pass on the hot dogs, we'll get
some Chinese, and we'll go back to my

place. Come on, what do you say?

Chris, I've already tried it your way,
and I don't want to be a visitor in your

life anymore.

I think what we have is good.

I don't think marriage makes it better.

You're not listening to me. Fear has
nothing to do with this. We just want

different things.

No.

You can't make me less than I am because
I don't want marriage.

David, I'm sorry.

I ain't never meant to hurt you.

Ever.

Thank you.

Who said change equals psychological
loss?

I think it was you.

Charlie owed you today, Chrissy.

You're just like your old man.

Travel right and keep on moving.

You don't have to be like anybody,
Chris.

You make your own choices.

Yeah.

You know, sometimes...

The thought of never having my own child
is... like an ache, you know?

I'm afraid that I'll disappear from the
gene pool for all eternity and my life

will be meaningless.

But most of the time, I don't feel that
way.

You're entitled to your own feelings.

No wedding, no baby shower.

You gonna survive this, Mary Beth?

Well, what do you want me to say?

That there is nothing I would like
better than to visit you and David and

kid in a rambling house in Jersey?

Okay. So what?

That's my fantasy, Christine. Yours is
different.

This is your deal here.

Remember Camelot?

At the end, when Guinevere's going off
to the convent and King Arthur has to go

off and fight in the battle?

And nothing's ever going to be the same
again.

Oh, that was so sad.

I'm the only person in the entire
theater who didn't cry her eyes out.

I didn't feel anything.

I just kept saying to myself, this isn't
really happening.

And then I went to the ladies' room and
I threw up.

I thought it was something that I ate.