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Oh.

Bob, first the oysters, then soup.

Salad? What am I doing with the salad? No, you're shucking the oysters.

I want to mess with my manicure.

Oh.

You're looking awfully girly tonight.

Hey, I am a girl, in spite of everything.

I feel girly and flirty and... Now, why are you

thinking to discombobulate young John?

As best I can.

No man has the right to look that good.

Someone's got to want to nerve him every now and then.

No more than you'll be fawning over the winsome Wendy.

She of the firm, fair flesh.

Rosy -cheeked.

Second.

Second.

That's the last thing on my mind.

I'm so glad the kids are gone. I'll tell you, I could shout from the bloody

rooftops. Me too.

Free at last. Thank God Almighty, we are free at last.

How the hell are we celebrating anyway?

I don't know.

Saturday?

Jack and Leah always give me a lift. I love them to bits.

You need a lift?

I need a fucking blood transfusion.

But this ought to do it.

And if it doesn't, we'll just gaze on John and Wendy, huh?

Goal.

Goal.

I thought you were crazy about Jack.

I am. But you have to gaze on.

I could listen to Jack talk forever.

Yeah, I can listen to him talk.

He always hogs the conversation.

Well, speak up then. And get the door.

Don't even think about it. Sit.

No, I'd like to help, but I don't get up and move. Sit.

I mean, we're all bloated. Green.

last week studying an infinite variety of refrigerators. Did I hear infinite

variety? Well, here it comes.

Age cannot wither her.

Nor customs stale her infinite variety.

Wow.

Jack, that's beautiful.

You're so lucky, Leo. You're right.

I know it's all for you. I doubt no responsibilities.

Pardon?

You are so poor.

You know, Bob's right.

You are beautiful.

Well, that's so nice, but truth is, I feel fat and totally

out of my depth here. I mean, I feel stupid. I spend all day every day with

kids under four. Oh, honey.

Drink up.

Drink up.

For you, Alice, anything.

I don't like it, you understand.

Of course not.

We drink for medicinal purposes only.

Yes, to save the public health system. That's two or three glasses a day, Jeff,

not bottles.

Oh, I can't tell you. Oh, for crying out loud, girls, sometimes you've just got

to cut loose.

Yes, she's right. This is your big chance.

Well, the kids will have me up at six no matter what. Fuck the kids.

Let the little buggers spend for themselves for a change.

Alice, you are the devil you are.

Well, let John get up with him.

Yeah. I will. I'll do it. I promise.

I don't think so.

For Christ's sake, Wendy, don't be such a martyr.

They'll turn on you as soon as they hit puberty anyway.

Your youthful good looks will be gone and you'll have no sense of fun to tide

you over.

You're too hard on her.

She has no idea the power she has, do you, love?

Am I that obvious?

When your kids were little, did you ever think then that all the men were hot

for you?

Oh, God, no.

They were.

Jack, for sure.

But many others.

Yes,

I have to.

Would you like some ice in your drink, my winsome Wendy?

So, were you always the life of the party, Alice?

I mean, when your kids were little.

Because maybe that's why they turned on you.

Bruh. You do have a spine after all.

You're missing my point.

Every stage of our lives has an upside, but we usually miss it while it's

happening. Now, Wendy here, to whom you are behaving very badly, is beautiful.

She's a perfectly ripe peach.

Only she doesn't realize it. Now, even getting old has its upside.

Oh, Leah. No, no, no. Thanks for objecting.

I'm telling you, when you stop having kids, and you stop looking in that tiny

little mirror the world holds up to you, then you finally realize you own your

own body, your own desire, inside of your own head, just as it is.

Promise? I promise.

I love you.

Wendy?

I'm sorry for being such a bitch.

You are a peach.

And I'm jealous.

How many have you had to drink, Jack?

I don't know. Quartz, I guess. But, you know, there is ballast in the food.

Let's have another little touch. Yeah.

Alex, there you go.

Here you go.

Do you know that John got all the legal work for the hospice

free? Wow.

Well, John, that's not very lawyerly of you.

Are you sure you're in the right profession?

No, he's not. Not really.

Well, what then?

Gamekeeper.

Your name is John Thomas.

Lady Chatterley, do you remember her gamekeeper called his penis?

John Thomas.

I think we should go home. We all know

never mix the grape and the grain.

But when the grain is the breath of God itself in your mouth.

A little taste for you, Mr. John Thomas? We really have to go.

What about that again?

I'm sorry. Me too.

Thanks.

It was really nice.

John.

You dog.

And the devil.

Alice. You are really something to note there, Alice.

Well, I say.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

Come on in,

comrade.

And I read somewhere that people aren't afraid of death so much as they're

afraid of not having lived.

As in, not yet, not yet.

And is that how you feel, that you're not in your life?

Well, not full on.

Not the way I imagined I might.

But I aim to change, Jack.

Well, remember this, little sweetheart.

Maturity is when...

One finds again the seriousness of a child at play.

I'm looking for someone to play with.

Are we good or what, huh?

You're good. You are.

We were talking about John and Wendy.

Lovely. You couldn't pay either one of us to be 30 again.

I feel like I'm just hitting my stride.

Finally. In spite of the actuaries who say I should be dead and buried.

You know what I say?

Fuck the actuaries.

Fuck them all.

Let's dance.

Lash.

And perfect strangers bring on the lights.

Leave for Las Vegas.

Goodbye, Palookaville. Call Cecil B. DeVille. We'll have a

poodle and a baby crab and roses every day. So much for my hitting my

stride. You're all right, darling.

You want me to take you home?

That's right.

That's right. Stay.

Bob can tuck you into Sally's bed.

Yes, yes. Come, my lovely Leah. I'm going to tuck you in and kiss you

I think more whiskey is called for.

French kissing with God.

We are going to be so wrecked tomorrow.

But it's worth it.

You can't just ignore the given rules in a stupid, hapless fashion.

You have to take responsibility for your actions. That's key.

That's the key to anarchy.

Admit it, Alice.

You're an anarchist because you don't like going to meetings.

I'm not, though, you know.

Too busy to take a position.

But I'm sure my wife would rather be married to an anarchist.

Oh, no, Bob.

One anarchist to a household is plenty.

You an anarchist, Jack?

God, no.

Don't have the courage.

Bob?

To Bob.

Honey.

Honey, come on. Come on, it's time to go to bed.

I love you, Alice.

Yeah, I love you, too.

Love you, too, Jack.

Love you, too, Bob.

I can make it up, my little honey.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Man, after my own heart.

Sorry.

For what?

Sweet, lovely Alice.

Sweet, sexy Alice.

I've always been mad for you.

But it's five in the morning, and we're all

grown up, and we ought to crawl off to bed to sleep with our respective

Mm -hmm.

Same old, same old.

But you're not.

If you're gonna love me, boy, I love what's done inside.

Gonna treat me wrong, baby.

Ain't gonna forget my hands tied.

Too many people ain't got it.

I hope not, Jack.

Like that.

Beautiful poem.

I'll show you my poem if you show me yours.

You are so beautiful, Leia.

Let's get naked, honey. We're all around for a while.

I'm much too old to be tumbling on the stairs like a 15 -year -old.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I'm just... happy.

Whatever you're doing, I hope you're enjoying

this glorious Sunday morning.

News and weather at the top of the hour.

And to take a spare, a little...

You know I can't remember feeling this

good

Two are very good fortune long may we love

your hair

you

Bob, first the oysters, then soup.

Salad? What am I doing with the salad? No, you're shucking the oysters.

I want to mess with my manicure.

Oh.

You're looking awfully girly tonight.

Hey, I am a girl, in spite of everything.

You know, girly and flirty and... Now, why are you thinking

to discombobulate young John?

As best I can.

No man has the right to look that good.

Someone's got to want to nerve him every now and then.

Oh, no more than you'll be fawning over the winsome Wendy.

She of the firm, fair flesh.

Rosy -cheeked.

Becken.

Becken?

It's the last thing on my mind.

I'm so glad the kids are gone. I'll tell you, I could shout from the bloody

rooftops. Me too.

Free at last. Thank God Almighty, we are free at last.

What the hell are we celebrating anyway?

I don't know.

Saturday?

Oh, Jack and Leah always give me a lift. I love them to bits.

You need a lift?

I need a fucking blood transfusion.

But this ought to do it.

And if it doesn't, we'll just gaze on John and Wendy, huh?

Skol.

Skol.

I thought you were crazy about Jack.

I am, but not to gaze on. I could listen to Jack talk forever.

Yeah, I could listen to him talk.

He always hogs the conversation.

Well, speak up, then. Get the door!

Don't even think about it. Sit.

No, I'd like to help, but I don't get up and move. Sit.

I mean, we're all bloated. Green.

last week studying an infinite variety of refrigerants. Did I hear infinite

variety? Well, here it comes.

Age cannot wither her.

Nor customs stale her infinite variety.

Wow.

That's beautiful.

You're so lucky, Leo. You're right.

You know, it's all for you. No responsibilities.

Pardon?

You are cool.

Your Bob's right.

You are beautiful.

Well, that's so nice, but the truth is I feel fat and totally

out of my depth here. I mean, I feel stupid. I spend all day every day with

kids under four. Oh, honey.

Drink up.

Drink up.

For you, Alice, anything I don't like.

Of course not.

We drink for medicinal purposes only.

Yes, to save the public health system. That's two or three glasses a day, Jeff,

not bottles.

Oh, I can't tell you. Oh, for crying out loud, girls, sometimes you've just got

to cut loose.

Yes, she's right. This is your big chance.

Well, the kids will have me up at six no matter what. Fuck the kids.

Let the little buggers fend for themselves for a change.

Alice, you are the devil you are.

Let John get up with him.

Yeah. I will. I'll do it. I promise.

I don't think so.

For Christ's sake, Wendy.

Don't be such a martyr.

They'll turn on you as soon as they hit puberty anyway.

Your youthful good looks will be gone and you'll have no sense of fun that

you over.

You're too hard on her.

She has no idea the power she has, do you, love?

Am I that obvious?

When your kids were little, did you ever think then that all the men were hot

for you?

Oh, God, no.

They were.

Jack, for sure.

And many others.

Yes,

I have to.

Would you like some ice in your drink, my winsome Wendy?

So, were you always the life of the party, Alice?

I mean, when your kids were little.

Because maybe that's why they turned on you.

Bruh. You do have a spine after all.

You're missing the point.

Every stage of our lives has an upside, but we usually miss it while it's

happening. Now, Wendy here, to whom you are behaving very badly, is beautiful.

She's a perfectly ripe peach.

Only she doesn't realize it. Now, even getting old has its upside.

Oh, Leah. No, no, no. Thanks for objecting.

I'm telling you, when you stop having kids, and you stop looking in that tiny

little mirror the world holds up to you, then you finally realize you own your

own body, your own desire, inside of your own head, just as it is.

Promise? I promise.

I love you.

Wendy?

I'm sorry for being such a bitch.

You are a peach.

And I'm jealous.

I wouldn't be heading to drink, Jay.

I don't know. Quartz, I guess. But, you know, there is ballast in the food.

Let's have another little touch.

Yeah. There you go.

Here you go.

Do you know that John got all the legal work for the hospice

free? Wow.

Well, John, that's not very lawyerly of you.

Are you sure you're in the right profession?

No, he's not. Not really.

Well, what then?

Gamekeeper.

Your name is John Thomas.

Lady Chatterley, do you remember her gamekeeper called his penis John

Thomas?

Right.

I think we should go home. No,

no, no. We all know never mix the grape and the grain.

But when the grain is the breath of God itself in your mouth.

A little taste for you, Mr. John Thomas?

We really have to go.

What have I done again?

Please stay.

I'm sorry. Me too.

Thanks. It was really nice.

John.

To God.

And the devil.

And Alice.

You are really something to note there, Alice.

Well, I say, in for a penny, in for a pound.

Come on in, comrade.

And I read somewhere that people aren't afraid of death so much as they're

afraid of not having lived.

As in, not yet, not yet.

And is that how you feel, that you're not in your life?

Well, not full on. Not the way I imagined I might.

But I aim to change, Jack.

Well, remember this little sweetheart.

One finds again the seriousness of a child at play.

I'm looking for someone to play with.

Are we good or what, huh?

You're good. You are.

We were talking about John and Wendy. Lovely girl. You couldn't pay either one

of us to be 30 again.

I feel like I'm just hitting my stride.

Finally. In spite of the actuaries who say I should be getting buried.

You know what I say?

Fuck the actuaries.

Fuck them all.

What dance?

Flesh and perfect strangers bring on the lights.

So much for my hitting my stride.

You're all right, darling. You want me to take you home?

That's right.

That's right. Stay.

Bob can tuck you into Sally's bed.

Yes, yes. Come, my lovely Leah. I'm going to tuck you in and kiss you

Goodnight. Goodnight.

Goodnight. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Ah, yeah.

I... I think more whiskey is called for.

French kissing with God.

We are going to be so wrecked tomorrow.

But it's worth it.

You can't just ignore the given rules in a stupid, hapless fashion.

You have to take responsibility for your actions. That's key.

That's the key to anarchy.

Admit it, Alice.

You're an anarchist because you don't like going to meetings.

I'm not, though, you know.

Too busy to take a position.

But I'm sure my wife would rather be married to an anarchist.

I don't know about it.

One anarchist to a household is plenty.

You an anarchist, Jack?

God, no.

Don't have the courage.

Bob?

To Bob.

Honey.

Honey, come on. Come on, it's time to go to bed.

I love you, Alice.

I love you, too.

Love you, too, Jack.

Love you, too, Bob.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Meh, after my own heart.

Sorry.

For what?

Sweet, lovely Alice.

Sweet, sexy Alice.

I've always been mad for you.

But it's five in the morning, and we're all

grown up, and we ought to crawl off to bed to sleep with our respective

Mm -hmm.

Same old, same old.

But you're not.

I hope not, Jack.

Beautiful poem.

I'll show you my poem if you show me yours.

You are so beautiful, yeah?

Let's get naked, honey, and roll around for a while.

I'm much too old to be tumbling on the stairs like a 15 -year -old.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I'm just... happy.

Whatever you're doing, I hope you're enjoying this glorious Sunday

morning. News and weather at the top...

You know, I can't remember feeling this good.

Hang on.

Hang on.

Oh, no, Ellen. Please, Ellen.

Hair of the dog.

Two.

A very good fortune.

Long may we love.

Your hair.

Thank you.

Bob, first the oysters, then soup.

Salad? What am I doing with the salad? No, you're shucking the oysters.

I want to mess with my manicure.

Oh.

You're looking awfully girly tonight.

Hey, I am a girl, in spite of everything.

and, you know, girly and flirty and... Well, I'm thinking

to discombobulate young John.

As best I can.

No man has the right to look that good.

Someone's got to want to nerve him every now and then.

Oh, no more than you'll be fawning over the winsome Wendy.

She of the firm, fair flesh.

Rosy -cheeked.

Feckin'. Feckin'? That's the last thing on my mind.

I'm so glad the kids are gone. I'll tell you, I could shout from the bloody

rooftops. Me too.

Free at last.

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last.

What the hell are we celebrating anyway?

I don't know.

Saturday?

Jack and Leah always give me a lift. I love them to bits.

You need a lift?

I need a fucking blood transfusion.

But this ought to do it.

And if it doesn't, we'll just gaze on John and Wendy, huh?

Goal.

Goal.

I thought you were crazy about Jack.

I am. But not to gaze on.

I could listen to Jack talk forever.

Yeah, I can listen to him talk.

He always hogs the conversation.

Well, speak up then. And get the door.

Don't even think about it. Sit.

No, I'd like to help if I don't get up and move the house out. No, it's

I mean, we're all bloated with... Stop it. Green.

spent an entire day last week studying an infinite variety of refrigerants. Did

I hear infinite variety?

Well, here it comes.

Age cannot wither her.

Nor customs stale her infinite variety.

Wow.

That's beautiful.

You're so lucky, Leo. You're right.

Now it's all for you. Write out your responsibilities.

Aren't you?

You are, too.

You're Bob's right.

You are beautiful.

Well, that's so nice, but the truth is I feel fat and

tony out on my death here. I mean, I feel stupid. I spend all day every day

two kids under four. Oh, honey.

Drink up.

Drink up.

Anything. I don't like it, you understand.

Of course not.

We drink for medicinal purposes only.

Yes, to save the public health system. That's two or three glasses a day, Jack,

not bottles.

No, I can't, Alice.

Oh, for crying out loud, girl, something's just got to cut loose.

Yes, she's right. This is your big chance.

Well, the kids will have me up at six no matter what. Fuck the kids.

Let the little butters fend for themselves for a change.

Alice, you are the devil you are.

Let John get up with him.

Yeah. I will. I'll do it. I promise.

I don't think so.

For Christ's sake, Wendy.

Don't be such a martyr.

They'll turn on you as soon as they hit puberty anyway.

Your youthful good looks will be gone and you'll have no sense of fun that

you over.

You're too hard on her.

She has no idea the power she has, do you? Am I that obvious?

When your kids were little, did you ever think then that all the men were hot

for you?

God, no.

They were.

Jack, for sure.

And many others.

Yes,

I have to.

Would you like some ice in your drink, my winsome Wendy?

So, were you always the life of the party, Alice?

I mean, when your kids were little.

Because maybe that's why they turned on you.

Bruh. You do have a spine after all.

You're missing my point.

Every stage of our lives has an upside, but we usually miss it while it's

happening. Now, Wendy here, to whom you are behaving very badly, is beautiful.

She's a perfectly ripe peach. Only she doesn't realize it. Now, even getting

has its upside.

Oh, Leah. No, no, no. Thanks for objecting.

I'm telling you, when you stop having kids, and you stop looking in that tiny

little mirror the world holds up to you, then you finally realize you own your

own body, your own desire, inside of your own head, just as it is.

Promise? I promise.

I love you.

Wendy?

I'm sorry for being such a bitch.

You are a peach.

And I'm jealous.

How much have you had to drink, Jack?

I don't know. Quartz, I guess. But, you know, there is ballast in the food.

Let's have another little touch. Yeah.

Alex, there you go.

Here you go.

Do you know that John does all the legal work for the hospice

free? Wow.

Well, John, that's not very lawyerly of you.

Are you sure you're in the right profession? No, he's not. Not really.

Well, what then?

Gamekeeper.

Uh -oh.

Your name is John Thomas.

Lady Chatterley, do you remember her gamekeeper called his penis?

John Thomas.

Right.

I think we should go home. I'm really sorry.

No, no, no. Don't go. We all know never mix the grape and the grain.

But when the grain is the breath of God itself in your mouth, a little

taste for you, Mr. John Thomas? We really have to go.

Oh, we're done again.

Oh, thank you.

I'm sorry. Me too.

Thanks.

It was really nice.

John.

Two gods.

And the devil.

Alice. You are really something to note there, Alice.

Well, I take.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

Double again, comrade.

And I read somewhere that people aren't afraid of death so much as they're

afraid of not having lived.

As in, not yet, not yet.

And is that how you feel, that you're not in your life?

Well, not full on.

Not the way I imagined I might.

But I aim to change, Jack.

Well, remember this, little sweetheart.

Maturity is when one finds again the seriousness of a child at play.

I'm looking for someone to play with.

Are we good or what, huh?

You're good.

You are. We were talking about John and Wendy. You couldn't pay either

one of us to be 30 again.

I feel like I'm just hitting my stride.

Finally. In spite of the actuaries who say I should be dead and buried.

You know what I say?

Fuck the actuaries.

Fuck them all.

What, Dan?

Flesh and perfect strangers bring on the lights.

Leave for Las Vegas.

Goodbye, Palookaville. Cause this'll be the day.

We'll have a poodle and a baby crab and roses every day. So much

for my hitting my stride.

You're all right, darling. You want me to take you home?

That's right.

That's right. Stay.

Bob can tuck you into Sally's bed.

Yes, yes. Come, my lovely Leah. I'm going to tuck you in and kiss you

I think more whiskey is cold.

French kissing with God.

We are going to be so wrecked tomorrow.

But it's worth it.

You can't just ignore the given rules in a stupid, hapless fashion.

You have to take responsibility for your actions. That's key.

That's the key to anarchy.

Admit it, Alice.

You're an anarchist because you don't like going to meetings.

I'm not, though, you know.

Too busy to take a position.

But I'm sure my wife would rather be married to an anarchist.

I don't know about it.

One anarchist to a household is plenty.

You an anarchist, Jack?

God, no.

Don't have the courage.

Bob?

To Bob.

Honey.

Honey, come on. Come on, it's time to go to bed.

I love you, Alice.

I love you, too.

Love you, too, Jack.

Love you, too, Bob.

I can make it up, my little honey. You sure?

Yeah, fine, fine.

Man, after my own heart.

Sorry.

For what?

Sweet, lovely Alice.

Sweet, sexy Alice.

I've always been mad for you.

But it's five in the morning, and we're all

grown up, and we ought to crawl off to bed to sleep with our respective

Mm -hmm.

Same old, same old.

But you're not.

I hope not, Jack.

Just like that.

Beautiful poem.

I'll show you my poem if you show me yours.

You are so beautiful, Leia.

Let's get naked, honey, and roam around for a while.

I'm much too old to be tumbling on this dare like a 15 -year -old.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I'm just happy.

Whatever you're doing, I hope you're enjoying

this glorious Sunday morning.

News and weather at the top of the hour. And to take a spare.

You know, I can't remember feeling this good.

Hang on.

Hang on.

Oh, no, Alice. Please, Alice.

The hair of the dog.

Two.

Our very good fortune.

Long may we love.

Your hair.