Original subtitles

Downloaded from YTS.BZ

Official YIFY movies site: YTS.BZ

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ In every corner ♪ ♪ Of the world ♪

♪ The grass is growing ♪

♪ In every corner ♪ ♪ Of the world ♪

♪ The wind is blowing ♪

♪ The mountain reaches ♪ ♪ For the sky ♪

♪ A river hurries ♪ ♪ To the sea ♪

♪ And there is love ♪ ♪ In every corner of the world ♪

♪ ♪

♪ In every hour ♪ ♪ Of the day ♪

♪ A child is waking ♪

♪ And every hour ♪ ♪ Of the day ♪

♪ A wave is waiting ♪

♪ A voice is ♪ ♪ Whispering hello ♪

♪ A hand is waving ♪ ♪ It's goodbye ♪

♪ And there is love ♪ ♪ In every hour of the day ♪

♪ In every season ♪ ♪ Of the year ♪

♪ The willow's weeping ♪

♪ And all the colors ♪ ♪ Of the year ♪

♪ Wake from their sleeping ♪

♪ You find there's beauty ♪ ♪ All around ♪

♪ In every sight ♪ ♪ And every sound ♪

♪ There is love in ♪ ♪ Every season of the year ♪

♪ In every moment ♪ ♪ Of your life ♪

♪ A curtain rises ♪

♪ And every moment of your life ♪ ♪ Brims with surprises ♪

♪ A smile can open all ♪ ♪ The doors ♪

♪ Someone can suddenly ♪ ♪ Be yours ♪

♪ There is love in every moment ♪ ♪ Of your life ♪

The car.

The car is.

The car is sick.

You're not a Greek.

Neither are you. Do you speak Greek?

About as well as you.

I'm an American. Born in Pittsburgh. And you?

I'm an American citizen.

How long have you lived there?

Longer than you, I'm sure.

Look, can you fix my car?

Where are you from originally? I detect a charming accent.

Is it Italian? Please, my car.

It's not Italian and it's not Spanish.

I can't bear silly, helpless women,

and I assure you I'm not one

except when it comes to cars. Now, please.

It's not Austrian, but it could be Dutch.

I was born in Norway. Scandinavian! Of course.

And I spent the first 16 years of my life in Norway

and now I'm going to spend

the next 16 years of my life here

unless you fix my car.

Let's take a look at it.

If you could fix it just enough

to take me to Argos.

Uh, is this your car? No.

It belongs to the inn where I'm staying in Argos.

Well, they'll have it towed back.

Can't you fix it?

The carburetor's dead, the water's all...

Isn't there a garage or something?

The nearest one's in Argos.

Come on, I'll take you on my bike.

Heh, thank you,

but that's out of the question. I'll walk.

How far is Argos? Fifty miles.

Fifty miles?

I've offered you a ride on my bike.

I have told you I couldn't

possibly ride on that thing.

I will not ride on that thing because I'm 36 years old.

Now doesn't something come by here?

Uh, a mule train? An ox wagon? A bus?

Yes, there's a bus.

What time does it come? 5:00.

Oh, good. But it'll be going that way.

Here. I've got something that'll help you.

Try this.

What is it?

It's a Greek drink called ouzo.

Does it have alcohol? Yes.

Good.

Ah, it's nice.

How old are you? Uh, 22.

Heh, you don't look 22.

You don't look 36.

I don't look 36 because I'm 38.

I took two years off for good behavior.

So just don't expect me to go roaring off

cross-country on that thing.

That "thing" happens to be a Honda 504.

That's fine. Just keep it away from me.

You feel better? Yes.

I can't think why I should.

I'm stuck out here in this blazing heat

on this road with no traffic

and a broken-down car and I've left my mother in Argos.

And I'm here on this road going nowhere.

You're here with your mother?

Yes.

And she has a fantastically upset stomach.

She's British.

I thought you were Norwegian? I am.

My father was. My mother is English.

I'm a mongrel, and that's just what I feel like.

What did you call this drink? Ouzo.

Ouzo. It certainly is.

Where am I going to sleep tonight?

I've camped right down here on the beach.

I'll lend you my sleeping bag.

Thank you.

I'll stay just in my car.

I'll be quite comfortable.

You'll be quite miserable.

You know what the trouble with you is?

You don't know how to enjoy yourself.

You don't know how to live.

Why'd you come to Greece?

I'll bet you go through life

making the worst of every situation.

Now I know what you do. You lecture.

Yes, and I'm a tour guide too. Right this way.

Come on.

Now just look.

Just take a look around you.

♪ ♪

Oh, it's beautiful.

It's the most beautiful place I've ever seen.

What's that smell? It's so sweet.

Myrtle. The whole place is covered with it.

They say that myrtle is the flower sacred to Aphrodite.

It is? Yes, and the bay down there,

that's where Paris first made love to Helen

after he carried her off.

Of Troy, Helen? Uh-huh.

You're in the heart of some of the greatest romance

the world has ever known.

And you're going to lock yourself in your car?

Come with me.

Oh, no, no, I just couldn't.

Are you afraid of me? Hardly.

Then you're afraid of yourself.

Look, you have been very kind to me

and I know you think I'm ungrateful.

No, I think you're nuts.

You are entitled to your opinion.

Now will you please take your Honda 500

and your opinion and go away and leave me alone.

Okay.

You are a silly, helpless woman.

And cars aren't the only thing you know nothing about.

Well, I thought it might be a little cooler down here.

I'm only going to stay a minute.

Great. I'll tell you when your minute's up.

How about a swim?

Can't we be seen here?

Only by the gods and goddesses.

What are you doing? I'm helping you undress.

Oh, thank you, I can do that myself.

What's your name? My name?

Yes, your name, I know mine.

Penelope. Penelope Potter.

Miss Penelope Potter or Mrs.? I'm divorced.

I'm Peter Latham.

What do you want? I wanna shake hands.

Isn't that what people do when they meet?

Oh.

How do you do?

Come on, let's go.

What's the matter?

I was just wondering how

Helen of Troy managed about her mother.

♪ ♪

Don't turn your head, young man.

Peek? I won't dream of it.

Beautiful. No, don't look.

Psari. What's that?

That's Greek for fish. Oh.

You hungry? What's Greek for "starved"?

Do you like Greek coffee? It's bitter, but yes,

I like it.

The innkeeper's wife in Argos

knows how to read your fortune

in the bottom of the cup.

Did she read yours? Yes.

What'd she find?

The usual.

You're going to meet a...

Ah, yes, there I am.

Heh, I don't believe in those things.

What do you believe in? In eight hours sleep.

When I can get it.

Uh, wait a minute.

I've got something for you. What is it?

A ring. I found it in the sea.

I have reason to believe

it was given by Pyramus to Thisbe.

Who were they?

Two lovers who were forbidden to marry.

It's a very sad story. You won't sleep if I tell it.

It's very interesting. I want you to have it.

Ah, never mind...

"To Dottie, with love, from Harry.

March, 1965."

Tell me about Dottie and Harry.

Or will that keep me awake too?

I did find it in the sea.

Good morning. Sorry, I couldn't get a cab.

Oh, Mrs. Stanley, I must speak to you.

I must speak to you for five minutes.

Later. Later. There are some phone messages on your desk,

and Mr. Rogers is waiting in your office

and he was here ahead of, uh, Mrs. Adams.

Hmm.

I have to be at the hairdressers' at 11.

You'll be in time. Excuse me.

Mr. Rogers, how kind of you to wait.

It's been one of those days. Please sit down.

You told me on the telephone

you were planning to move to New York.

Well, I didn't say that exactly.

My home will always be in Tulsa.

But I don't spend much time there

since my wife passed over. Oh, I'm so sorry.

I find I've got more and more business in New York

and I'd kind of like to have a place to hang my hat.

A pied-à-terre. What's that?

That's French for "a thousand a month."

All right.

You find me something I like, little lady,

and money is no object.

Mr. Rogers,

you just used my favorite phrase

in the English language.

There's one here that's not too bad.

1080 Park Avenue. What's the cross street?

88th Street. Oh, no, that's too far uptown.

Couldn't you give me this same apartment in the 60s?

No, It's attached to the building.

Hello, Billy.

I thought you were in Hollywood.

No, I got back a few days ago.

I did a TV pilot, a western,

a movie of the week and four benefits.

Oh, good, then you can't be broke.

Ha, ha, Margy, there's no such word as "can't."

Uh, can I, uh, see Ann?

Uh, she's in with a client. A rich one.

He owns all those

Happiness Inn motels.

I've stayed in about 20 of them,

but, uh, I never found happiness.

I beg your pardon.

Don't I know you? Oh, I don't think so.

You look very familiar.

Are you sure we haven't met? Heh, I'd remember.

You know, you're the image of...

Oh, what's his name? He's in television and movies.

Marlon Brando. No.

Ah, you know who I mean.

He always takes the second and third roles.

You must mean Billy Boylan.

Yes, I think that's his name.

Oh, you're Billy Boylan.

I'm happy to hear that.

Are you looking for an apartment?

No, I came looking for Mrs. Stanley.

I bet she's a great big fan of yours.

I doubt that. I used to be her husband.

How is it that her name is Stanley and yours is Boylan?

Or was Stanley her maiden name?

Actually, it was my maiden name.

Hugo Petrie Stanley.

I use Billy Boylan for professional reasons,

which I think should be obvious.

I know what it is.

Of course, it's the moustache.

I've never seen you with a moustache.

Do you like it? I'm mad about it.

Then you must have it. Oh, heh.

Oh.

Oh, gracious.

I like it better on her.

Oh, no, I insist you keep it as a souvenir.

I just needed it for a commercial

I did this morning and now I want you to have it.

Oh. thank you.

Thank you.

It's 11:00.

Oh, dear, I really must leave.

Oh, no. Uh, please tell Mrs. Stanley

I couldn't wait. She'll be devastated.

I'll try to come back tomorrow.

Now really try.

Ugh, heh. She's a pain in the ass.

Somebody left the blueprint out of this file.

You did.

Billy, dear, you're back.

How are you, beauty? Oh.

Hey, Annie, I've never seen you look so radiant,

so gorgeous and, uh, so sexy.

Billy, you can't be broke again.

I read you did so well in Hollywood.

But you didn't read how I did in Las Vegas, did you?

Just till the 1st, Annie.

If I put this deal over, I'll help you.

How much? I, uh, need a thousand.

But he'll take 250.

Margy, when did you start wearing your hair that way?

What's the matter with it? Nothing.

It makes you look 10 years younger.

Give him 500. You got a deal.

Billy, you're a pleasure to do business with.

I know. Tell me,

how was Greece?

Why do you ask that?

What? What did I ask?

Why did you ask about Greece?

Isn't that where you went on your holiday?

Oh, yes.

What did you expect: "How was Norway?"

When you have time, call Mr. David

ask if he still wants to rent his apartment.

No hurry. Have you called Trina?

Trina? Remember? Our daughter.

I just got in last night. I'll call her tomorrow.

Please call her. She's begun to think

her father's held captive on Channel 9.

♪ ♪

It's covered with myrtle.

What's covered with myrtle?

Greece, of course. What did you think, Norway?

I've never seen her like this.

Who'd she go to Greece with? Her mother.

Ah, that explains everything.

I really want you to think about it carefully.

It's not exactly going for a song

and six rooms is rather large for a man alone.

Well, I hope I won't be alone much longer.

Oh. Yes, uh, I hope so too.

May I have the keys to 880? I'm taking Mr. Rogers over.

Now, J.D.

After we finish there, it'll be just about time for lunch.

Will you lunch with me?

I'm afraid I have a lunch date.

No, you haven't.

I'm lunching with Mrs. Buchanan today.

She called earlier. She had to cancel.

Well, that's just dandy.

I'll go on ahead and whistle up my driver.

We'll be right out front in about three minutes.

Margy, you know I have a rule about not dining or lunching

with male clients until after we've made the deal.

You have more rules and regulations

than a Girl Scout's manual.

J.D. Rogers is a rich widower and he likes you.

Why not make it a rule to remember

you're supporting an ex-husband

a 17-year-old daughter, and a 12-year-old mother?

Okay. What's wrong?

Why don't you ever wear those cute red pumps?

I hate them. They hurt.

For J.D. Rogers, you can limp a little.

Margy, please get it through your head

that I'm no longer a Venus flytrap.

Ah. I'm 39 years old.

I didn't hear it. I refuse to hear it.

You've heard it. I'm 39 years old.

I'm a middle-aged woman.

So stop being such a pimp.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Buchanan.

This is Mrs. Stanley's secretary.

Yes, about that lunch date,

her feet hurt.

Granny,

have you seen my big gold earrings?

No, dear, I haven't.

Oh, Lewis Wilcox died. He was only 87.

His mother was a Morgan, you know.

Oh, I didn't realize I had them on.

What's that? That perfume?

Mrs. Wilcox was an Endicott, you know?

That's my Fleur du Monde!

I didn't realize I had that on, either.

Granny, will you please stay the hell out of my things?

Why do you wear your hair like that?

It absolutely ruins your profile.

Those tights. Those red tights.

Those are my red tights. What red tights?

Don't tell me you didn't realize you had them on.

Of course, I realized I had them on.

I just didn't realize they were red.

Oh. Granny, you're hopeless. You're a hopeless kleptomaniac.

Oh, is that so?

I'd like to know what time you came in last night?

Around 5. Around 5 a.m.?

Five a.m.

Heh, you haven't even the decency to lie.

Who were you out with till 5 a.m.?

Mark, Rudy, and Bert.

Mark who? Rudy who? And Bert who?

Who goes formal? They're just kids I know.

And with whom are you going out tonight?

Arthur. Arthur?

Arthur who?

I've never heard you mention an Arthur before.

I'll ask him when he comes in.

All right, where's my ivory bracelet?

Oh, I don't know. I was looking for that too.

Hmm.

Where is this Arthur taking you?

We're going to his house to shoot pool.

Shoot pool. How very feminine.

Drop it, Granny.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Excuse me.

What time is he coming? Who?

Arthur. What about him?

What time is he coming?

When he gets here, that's what time he's coming.

Ah.

Congratulate me, kids. I just sold a lovely

over-priced apartment. That's wonderful, dear.

But right now...

Granny, please don't talk in Norwegian in front of me.

I don't understand it and I think it's very rude.

I just told your mother I would like to talk to her

about her daughter. Oh.

And I'd like to talk to you about your mother.

I'd like to talk to the police too.

She's been going out till all hours of the morning

with all sorts of anonymous boys.

We'll get into it later. Right now I'm getting into

nothing more serious than a nice, hot bath.

Guess who called me today? Who?

My father. He even remembered my name.

My God, is he back?

Yes, he stopped by the office.

How much did he ask for?

Trina, I will not have you talk about father that way.

Let her. It's the first sensible thing she's said.

Every man has a time in his life when he's broke

and your father is no exception.

Oh, he certainly isn't. He's the rule!

I'm going to have a bath, Mother,

and then I'd like to talk to you, about you.

It's Arthur, for me.

Hello. Are you Trina Stanley? Yes.

Who are you? He's Arthur.

Uh, Peter. Arthur Peter.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Didn't Arthur call?

Oh, he asked me to pick you up because I live

so much closer than he does. Oh, fine.

I'm ready, let's go. Trina.

If you don't mind, I would like to meet Arthur.

This isn't Arthur, this is Peter.

My grandmother, Mrs. Ericson.

Come in for a moment, young man.

And where are you delivering my granddaughter this evening?

Goodnight, Granny.

I want to know where you're going.

I told you! Peter is taking me

to Arthur's where we're going to shoot pool.

Peter who? Arthur who?

Granny, in my dresser, second drawer on the left.

There's a new chiffon paisley scarf.

Why don't you go on in and steal it?

I want to know where you're going.

You are not going out with a boy

whose last name you don't even know.

My Vitabath is all gone and who's...

♪ ♪

Ann, this young man, who Trina has never met,

nor I gather even heard of before,

rings the doorbell as a proxy for Arthur.

He had the decency to pick me up as a favor to Arthur.

Arthur who? How should I know?

- He's a friend of Peter's. - Peter who?

Peter Latham. Okay? Happy now?

Latham. I went to school in London with a Latham girl.

An Isabella Latham from Pittsburgh.

She's my aunt. No. How extraordinary!

Well, if Isabella Latham is your aunt

then your mother must be a Hohenhauser.

She is.

Why are you staring at my mother?

I'm sorry.

You remind me so much of a woman I met in Greece.

A Penelope Potter.

- Penelope Potter? - Not a very Greek name, is it?

My name is Ann Stanley.

Delighted to meet you, Mrs. Stanley.

What an interesting ring, Mrs. Stanley.

Oh, mother found it in Greece.

Did you like Greece? Oh, she adored it.

But I was ill the whole time

with a fantastically upset stomach.

Of course, there was one night I was worried out of my mind

because Ann's car broke down

and she didn't get back to the hotel till morning.

Tell him about that. Ah, some other time, Mother.

Have a nice evening, Trina.

We really have plenty of time.

Oh, Trina, why don't you offer Mr. Latham a drink?

We're pushing ouzo since Mom got back from Greece.

She's hooked on the stuff.

I love ouzo too. But no thanks.

What happened that night your car broke down, Mrs. Stanley?

Oh, heh, I don't remember.

Well, of course you do.

There she was, stuck out in the middle of nowhere

in that terrible heat, with an utterly useless car,

not a house in sight, no phone, when who should come along?

Who? A nun.

A nun? A perfectly wonderful nun

who took her to the convent

where they fed her and they put her up for the night.

Wasn't that sweet of them?

Isn't it a lovely story? It's absolutely fantastic.

Let's get out of here before they drag out

the color slides.

Goodnight, Mom.

Goodnight, Granny. Goodnight, darling.

Goodnight, Mrs. Ericson. Goodnight, Mr. Latham.

Goodnight, Mrs. Stanley. Oh.

What was that he said to you?

How would I know? I don't know Greek.

Oh, I do hope he likes Trina.

Trina, married to a Hohenhauser.

Oh, think of it, Ann.

Tell me about the Hohenhausers. They're in steel, aren't they?

Oh, darling, the Hohenhausers are in money.

And the Lathams?

Isabella Latham had three brothers.

Or was it two? Oh, never mind.

And one of them married the Hohenhauser girl

who inherited but everything.

And this boy Peter, is the son.

Didn't you think he was absolutely charming?

How old do you think he is? About 20?

Twenty-two. Hmm.

I'll play the eight ball, right here.

Heh, come on.

Who taught you to play pool? Minnesota Fats?

Ever heard of 86th Street Charlie?

Your parents, how long have they been divorced?

Eight or nine years. Something like that. Three ball.

Eleven, side.

Hasn't she ever wanted to marry again?

I don't know. She seems awfully happy as "Mrs. Stanley Realty."

Nine, cross corner.

What caused the breakup?

Dad, I suppose. He's sweet, adorable, funny

and totally irresponsible.

He'll always be a kid.

Six, corner.

She's still a very attractive woman. Why wouldn't she want...

I think it has something to do with her being foreign.

I mean, that combination of Norwegian and British.

Too bad she didn't have a touch of some warmer climate.

Why all these questions about my family?

Anyone would think you were going to ask

for my hand in marriage.

You never know. Oh, forget it.

I don't dig guys my own age.

Though I must say you do seem more mature than most of them.

Likewise, I'm sure. Heh.

Yes, Margy.

Mr. Latham?

Didn't you tell him we were closed?

I mean, it's almost 6:00.

Oh, I see.

No, no, no. Don't send him in here.

I'll come out there.

Mr. Latham.

I didn't expect to see you again so soon.

Mr. Latham is... Looking for a studio apartment.

Yes, that's right.

Um, you run along, Margy.

I'll handle this. Oh, okay.

Have a wonderful, wonderful evening.

Oh, well, good night.

How dare you come here? How dare you?

No one dared me. It was my own idea.

What do you want? An apartment.

What's wrong with the one you're in?

It's lonely.

Have dinner with me? I can't. I won't.

Penelope.

Don't call me that. Penelope Potter is dead.

She died in Greece,

so go back to your apartment

and get yourself a dog or a cat or a book.

Why did you cut out?

Why did you just disappear without a word?

I apologize for that.

It seemed the best thing to do at that time.

I'm sorry.

I'd like to ask you one question

and I'd like an honest answer.

Did you enjoy that night?

I would like an honest answer.

Yes, all right, I enjoyed it. You were terrific.

Is that what you want to hear? Is your ego so impoverished

that you have to be told that?

I'm not talking about sex. I'm talking about something

that happened between you and me that had nothing to do with sex.

Didn't you feel anything more than that?

Peter, we were in Greece under a Greek moon,

all that ouzo, all that myrtle.

Yes, something happened. How could it not?

It had nothing to do with geography or myrtle or ouzo.

We could've been on 10th Avenue smelling bus fumes

and drinking Diet Pepsi and it would've happened!

All right. But it can't happen again.

Why not? Because it mustn't.

Would you like it to?

Peter, you're a very nice kid, but you are a kid

and I am, among other things, a mother of a grown daughter.

I can't be seen running around with a kid,

not even a nice one. I could be arrested.

I have a friend in the D.A.'s office,

I could get you off with a light fine.

Peter, try to be serious

and understand my position.

I do. I understand your position.

Then you know we cannot see each other again.

Yes.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry too.

You're very understanding and I'm terribly grateful.

Goodbye, Peter.

Oh, this rain. It's like Pango Pango.

Mr. Latham. How nice to see you again.

Nice to see you, Mrs. Ericson.

I worry so about Trina, out without her raincoat.

How do you know she's out without her raincoat?

This is her raincoat.

Mr. Latham, what brings you up here?

I'm looking for an apartment.

I told him we haven't a thing to offer him

and he understands. Doesn't he?

He certainly does.

Oh, but how nice of you to come to Ann.

A natural selection. That's sweet.

Well, darling, I'm afraid

we'll just have to sit it out here.

There's not a taxi in sight and you can't get near a bus.

I have a dinner date with J.D. Rogers

so we'll have to make a dash for the subway.

- I have my car here. - Oh.

Aren't you marvelous?

Absolutely marvelous, but we don't want

to take you out of your way.

Darling, I'm sure that Mr. Latham...

Peter. Please.

I'm sure that Peter wouldn't mind dropping us off,

especially if we ask him in for tea.

I love tea.

Mother, you know I have a date.

Oh, don't worry, dear.

Trina and I will look after Peter.

Trina will be so happy to see you again.

I'm sure she will. I owe her $17.

Oh, well, All right. Hurry it up.

I'll ring for the elevator.

You're not coming up to my apartment.

I promised your mother. Other arm.

Now, Peter, we've just had a nice,

serious talk and you told me that you understood.

I do.

Stop that.

You're always dressing me or undressing me!

Stop that and leave me alone.

You're going to drop us off

and then you're going to say goodbye,

because you have a date that you forgot about.

Peter's going to drop us off,

but he won't be able to come up,

because he has a date that he forgot about.

Oh. I play poker

every Wednesday evening.

But this is Friday.

Of course! I'm free!

I tried.

Hi. Hi.

We brought Peter with us.

Nice to see you again, Trina. Nice to see you, Peter.

Nice to see my raincoat too.

Well, if you'll all excuse me, I have a date. Goodbye, Peter.

I expect you will be gone by the time I've changed.

Oh, not at all.

He's going to stay and dine with me and Trina.

Aren't you, Peter? I'd love to.

You're not going out, are you, dear?

No.

You look so done up, I thought you might be.

Doesn't she look stunning? Stunning.

I have a kaftan almost exactly...

That's my kaftan.

That's right, Granny. Now you know how I feel.

You take it off at this moment!

What are you doing?

Taking it off, right this moment.

In front of Peter?

Well, I'm sure Peter's

seen girls undress before. No comment.

Trina is as witty as she is beautiful.

Well, I think I'll go and put on something dry.

I'm sure you two can get along without me for a moment.

You must have an awful lot to talk about.

You owe me.

$17. I have it right here.

Poor concentration. That's your trouble.

Pretty wet out today. Hmm.

I don't mind rain. Rain's okay.

So, uh, what's new since the other night?

Nothing.

What's new with you?

Nothing.

It's still raining.

I don't mind rain.

Rain is okay.

Trina dear, did you know

your mother's finding an apartment for Peter?

Oh? Does that mean

that you'll be staying permanently in New York?

One always associates your family with Pittsburgh.

I'm living here now. Most of my work's

in New York and Washington. What do you do?

You wouldn't believe me if I told.

Try me.

How about Head of Labor Relations for Hohenhauser Steel?

I'd believe it. Your daddy's President, isn't he?

If you knew my father, you'd know how funny that is.

He's the one in the company who opposed my getting the job.

If you're so rich, you ought to make Mommy get you

one of those sexy apartments over at River House.

Trina, I'm sure Peter has told your mother

exactly what he wants.

Oh, yes, she knows exactly what I want.

Well. My God!

Ha, ha, do you like it?

You look fabulous.

Doesn't she look fabulous, Peter?

Fantastic!

Mr. Rogers must be someone very special.

Hmm, what's his specialty, Mom?

Really, I wish the two of you wouldn't act

as if I spend all my evenings

slumping around in snowshoes.

My date with Mr. Rogers is purely business

so why don't you all relax?

Thank you.

Ahem, what time is it?

It's only 6:45. So why don't you relax?

Oh, I am relaxed. He isn't due here until 7.

Well, you know what the traffic's like in this weather.

He may be late. Oh, is it still raining?

Stop creeping up on me.

Oh, I'll get it.

What's the matter with you all?

Can't you please sit down and talk among yourselves?

All right. Come on.

I wonder if you can get your ears pierced on Blue Cross?

Hello, J.D. Come in, come in.

Hey, wahoo.

Look at you.

When you pull yourself together,

you get everything in the right place!

Well, I'm afraid it's a bit of a family evening.

I like that.

Mother, this is J.D. Rogers.

This is my mother, Mrs. Ericson.

Ma'am. My daughter has told me

so much about you, Mr. Rogers.

Well, is that a fact?

And this is my daughter, Trina. Well, hello, young lady.

Looks seem to run in your family.

And this is your son? What?

Hiya, fella. I'm Peter Latham.

Oh, Peter is a friend of my granddaughter's.

A natural mistake.

He's handsome enough to be yours.

Ha, ha, thank you. Uh, would you like a drink?

Don't mind if I do. Bourbon, rocks, no water.

I hear Mommy clipped you for a very expensive apartment.

Well, that's right, kid. But I loved it, though.

A dinky little old apartment and this pretty little lady

looks you right in the eye and says, "150."

And you know she means big ones.

That's high-class clipping.

Did you say soda?

No, I said no water.

At least she's going to throw in a little advice

about drapes and chintz and all that shit.

Oh, ha, ha, I've never heard the decorating business

more accurately described.

Well, here's mud in your eye.

So how are you doing in school, little lady?

Oh, I'm not in school. I finished high school.

And I haven't decided yet about college.

You're going to college. I haven't decided yet.

What do you do with your time? I read.

I sketch. Sometimes I shoot pool.

A little girl like you shoots pool?

She just looks like a girl, she's really Paul Newman.

Well, whenever you're ready.

Why, sure.

Only I hate leaving this little family.

Oh, you'll get used to it.

Goodnight, Mother. Goodnight, Trina.

Goodbye, Peter.

It's my pleasure to have met you all.

Oh, am I too late? About eight years.

I thought we had a date tonight.

I said we'd talk. No date was mentioned.

I brought you moo goo gai pan.

- You love moo goo gai pan. - Billy!

Granny Maud!

I'm not sure if you remember me.

I'm your daughter, Trina.

Hello, baby.

Good to see you, Daddy.

Oh, Mrs. Stanley, if you really had a date with your beau...

Oh, he's not my beau and we had no date.

He's only a part-time ex-husband.

Billy Boylan. J.D. Rogers.

How do you do? Billy Boylan!

Say, I've seen you on Death Valley Days.

Believe me, I've had plenty of them.

Billy Boylan! Yeah, Billy Boylan.

I don't think you've met Peter Latham.

Oh, hi, Peter.

Peter's Head of, uh, Labor Relations

for Hohenhauser Steel.

Oh, you do this after school, kid?

No, it's a full-time job.

Well, goodnight, everybody. Let's go, J.D.

Would somebody please take this...

Oh, it seems a shame to go off

and break up this party. Oh, please.

Say, I've got an idea. No.

Why don't I take everybody to dinner?

Someplace where there's dancing.

Lovely! Marvy!

What a darling guy. Me too?

No. Why sure, Pete,

glad to have you aboard.

Well, the ayes have it.

What about you, Ann? What about me?

Are you glad to have me aboard?

What?

Oh, Peter, you're crazy. Somebody could...

We're not on the beach, you know.

You didn't answer me.

What was your question?

My feet are killing me.

Here.

Look at your mother, will you? How does she do it?

She's wearing Trina's shoes.

They're a size too large for her.

She's got more energy than that kid.

He's quite attractive, isn't he?

No.

I think he is.

- He's very poised. - He's too poised.

He's not attractive to me.

Is he Trina's new fling? What else?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe as Mommy gets older, she fancies them younger.

What a filthy little showbiz mind.

Wait a minute. I was only kidding.

The worst thing in the world is a creaky old lady

running after a young boy. Oh, come on, you're only 39.

Forty.

What?

Forty. Forty?

You mean you're the same age as me?

You haven't been 40 since... I'm 40.

It's in the Celebrity Register.

Forty. 4-0.

And how many years has that been in the Celebrity Register?

Who's counting?

Come on, Billy. You're the best dancer here.

God knows when we'll get to see you again.

Don't do that. I'm watching the game.

It's halftime. You were sleeping.

I was resting. That damned party lasted...

Hey, where are you going?

Out to the movies with some kids, if you must know.

I've a right to know. I'm your father.

And the court did give me visiting rights.

Yes, well, don't abuse them, darling.

Damn it, Trina, I'm trying to be a father.

Yes, I know. But it isn't something you can just step into

like a guest shot on TV.

Oh, whether you like it or not, I happen to have the part.

And you're going to be very good.

You just need a little more rehearsal.

Trina... Why don't we lunch tomorrow?

And go over your lines? Mwah, bye-bye, darling.

Trina!

Pan Am makes the going great.

Go with Pan Am and you'll go where the action is.

This is the Blue Aegean, with its lovely romantic islands.

Let a Pan Am ticket take you there. Go where the action is.

Go where it's happening. Go. Go. Go.

I went.

Is it a crime to watch a ballgame here?

Heh, it wasn't a ballgame, it was a commercial.

It will be a ballgame if everybody would leave

- the damn set on. - Where's Trina?

Your daughter went out.

What's wrong with you? Everything.

Everything. My whole life.

Okay, start at the beginning.

No, start in the middle. I know the beginning.

Well. I was very embarrassed last night.

You weren't too embarrassing.

I didn't say I was embarrassing.

I said I was embarrassed. Oh, what about?

How do you think I felt when Peter and J.D.

were fighting over the check?

You could have joined the fight.

Heh, suppose I'd have won?

I see what you mean.

I would have loaned you the money.

Oh, I'm sick of borrowing money from you, Ann.

You too?

Oh, fine. We both get the message.

You're not having trouble getting work, are you?

No, I'm not exactly pushing Jack Lemmon off the screen,

but I can work. I work all the time.

It's not that. Then what?

The most extraordinary, the most unaccountable things

have been zapping me for the past year.

Billy, what is it?

It comes over me at the damnedest times,

like when I'm on a set.

Cameras grinding away and my nose down

some stupid bird's bazoom

and suddenly I hear this voice asking me

"is this any way for a grown man to make a living?"

And I find my interests, my values, have changed.

It's called growing up.

I have a daughter who doesn't even know me.

That's not her fault.

I didn't say it was her fault.

It's not too late.

I want her to know me.

I want her to love me.

But she does love you, when she sees you.

You're very lovable. Really you are, Billy.

I know I'm lovable.

But am I respectable? Ah, that's something else.

Right. And that's the something else I want.

I think Trina would have a lot more respect for me

if I had a real honest-to-goodness job.

Like what? Public relations.

Public relations? That's real?

It's something I know a little bit about

and you've gotta start somewhere.

Now, uh, J.D.

must have a public relations department

with all those motels of his

so, um, how about you putting in a kind word

for little old Billy?

I'll be glad to, when I run into him.

Oh, don't kid a kidder, baby.

You're seeing him tonight. I heard.

Billy, I do want to thank you

for not minding your own business.

But this is my business.

Oh, come on, make yourself gorgeous.

When you get yourself done up

you can get anything you want from any man.

A 40-year-old woman doesn't need a stage mother.

Forty years old. Don't think like that.

Think like a diamond. What?

A diamond. Not years, but carats.

You are a multi-carated, blue-white diamond.

That must be Van Cleef & Arpels.

Yes. Oh, hello, J.D.

Yes, J.D. Oh, I did too.

Oh, the party was marvelous

and wildly extravagant.

Well, um, what time tonight?

Oh, I see.

If you can't make it, you can't.

What's he trying to pull?

Oh, for the whole week?

Heh, have a nice trip.

Oh, please don't apologize.

I'll talk to you when you get back.

Goodbye. Did the balloon go up?

He's called to the coast on business.

Nuts. Ah.

Surely, you don't want him to neglect your future.

Nuts!

Don't worry, Billy. I'll talk to him.

Let me fix you something to eat.

Ah, he's changed his mind.

Let me talk to him.

Give me that. It's my call!

Shh. Hello.

Oh, ahem, hello? Who is it?

It's one of Trina's little friends.

Is there someone there with you?

Oh, yes, that's so true.

Ann, I must talk to you.

Uh, well, I'm afraid Trina isn't home now.

This is serious. There's something I've gotta tell you.

Uh, could you please give me the message?

I'll tell her when she comes home.

I can't discuss it on the phone.

There's a little bar, uh near my office, on 52nd Street.

It's very dark and no one ever goes there.

I'm afraid that's quite impossible.

I'll come over and say what I have to say

in front of everyone. Would you like that?

Oh, not at all.

Well, I've got to see you. You tell me where and when.

Uh, oh, did you say,

"the skating rink at Rockefeller Plaza"?

I'll tell her.

The skating rink at Rockefeller Plaza?

You know, I can arrange lessons for you, if you'd like.

No, thank you. Not tonight.

We're just, uh, browsing.

Since neither of us skates would you mind telling me

what we're doing here?

You said you had to talk with me.

There was something you must tell me.

Why here?

It was the most public place I could think of.

I can always say I ran into you by accident.

You are so organized.

Now, Peter, this has got to stop.

You know that.

Heh, you're a very intelligent boy.

You're even a rather sensitive boy.

You have a way of...

A kind of natural authority that is...

Very unusual. Very unusual in a...

A lad of my years In a lad of...

Don't mock me.

Now look, since you are intelligent and sensitive

you must have some small, uh... Small, uh...

Insight. In...

You are hopeless.

On the contrary, I've never been more hopeful.

I can tell you what your trouble is.

You spend one wonderful night in Greece,

now you're going to spend the rest of your life

trying to recapture it.

May I speak now? May I say what I brought you here to tell you?

Go ahead.

I'm not trying to recapture a night in Greece

or anywhere else.

I know where my head is.

It's right here and right now.

Ann, I'm in love with you.

Well, I feel very honored and terribly flattered.

For God's sakes, I didn't say

I was putting out a stamp with your picture.

I'm in love with you. Don't you listen?

Yes, I listen. I just don't know what to say.

What does a woman my age say

when a 22-year-old kid tells her he's in love with her?

She says what she feels.

Well, I feel honored and flattered.

And that's all? No.

I also feel that it just isn't convenient.

I mean, you can't just fling yourself into my life this way.

You... You're upsetting things.

My life has a certain...

A certain balance

and a certain harmony.

You'd be better off with some spontaneity, chaos.

Say what you mean, feel.

Oh, action. I've had all that.

All I want now is a little tranquility.

How about trying for dead? I mean it.

I don't believe you. Then believe this:

I am not attracted to young boys.

Not to you, not to any.

Lady, that is a lie.

I don't know about anybody else, but you're attracted to me.

Be honest. What are you so frightened of?

It's criminal. What is?

I'm falling all over a young man.

You're not falling all over me. Not yet.

Now, that was honest.

That's what really frightens you, isn't it? Being honest?

When you're around, everything frightens me.

I think you're just a naturally nervous type.

You ought to be married.

I've been married. Not to me.

Ann, I want you to marry me. Peter, please.

I'm not kidding, Ann. I'm asking you.

Will you marry me?

I'm not kidding, Peter.

I'm telling you. No.

Why not?

I'm not in love with you.

You don't know if you are or not.

You're so spooked by the idea of what people will think

that you can't think yourself. Whose opinions count so much?

Your mother? Your daughter? The Mayor?

Your mother's charming, but she wouldn't care

as long as she hooks up with a Hohenhauser.

As for Trina... That's enough about my family.

What can I say to convince you? I am convinced.

Now, we're going to have a cup of coffee together

then we'll say goodbye for good and forever.

I promise you that's the only way...

Oh, my God. What is it?

- Over there. - Who are they?

Friends of Mother's.

Mrs. Bigelow and Mrs. Randall.

I must go. Wait a minute.

No, heh, I really must go.

You can go. I just want to ask you to think about it.

About what?

I want you to think about us, and now

and not people's opinions and the rest of that crap.

Will you promise me that, Ann?

Will you promise to think about it?

Yes, I will.

Oh.

Do I remind you of your mother?

Better luck next time.

Really, Maud,

I think you ought to just settle down and accept the fact

that Peter is not in love with me.

You're not going to be related to the Hohenhausers.

He doesn't dig me, and I don't appeal to him.

But you're the living image of me.

Then you don't appeal to him.

Oh, nonsense. He adores me.

He's just terribly shy.

That's it. He's terribly shy and needs encouragement.

Trina, darling,

Peter Latham can give you all the luxuries you can think of

and a lot more you've never heard of.

But Granny Maud, he doesn't love me.

Huh, and I tell you he does.

Well, do you know something that I don't know?

Maybe I do and maybe I don't.

Well, if you do, tell me.

And if you don't, I would like a little privacy.

Your mother's home.

Now we'll see what I know

and what I don't know.

Ann, dear, where've you been?

Oh, I went to Bloomingdale's.

Hm, was that before or after you went ice skating?

Ice skating?

Oh, heh, Mrs. Bigelow called.

No, Mrs. Randall. She saw you ice skating with Peter.

With Peter? How did she know it was Peter?

Oh, she didn't, but I knew from her description of him.

You see, I've seen what's been going on.

He's been courting you to get to Trina.

Oh, what a clever boy.

What happened? Did he declare himself?

Mm-hm.

Did he mention love? Mm-hm.

Marriage? Did he mention marriage?

Mm-hm.

Wait a minute. Look, Mommy...

Just a moment, dear.

I'm trying to talk to your mother about Peter.

It's not you he wants to marry, Granny. It's me.

Oh, actually, uh...

Actually, it is neither of you.

What he's got in mind is something, um,

in between.

In between?

You don't mean...

Hmm.

You can't mean.

That little boy wants to marry you?

Hmm.

Oh.

Oh.

My God.

I'm sorry I'm late.

This is the plum.

I think I prefer it for the couch.

Whatever you say, Ann.

This apartment is going to have your brand on it.

Thank you. Now, for the chairs.

I don't always intend

to live here alone, you know? Oh.

So make it something a woman might like.

Something you'd like.

I mean, to suit your tastes.

I've changed my mind about the plum.

I wish you'd hear me out here. Maybe the brown.

I didn't have much of a marriage my first time around,

but I think I can make some woman happy.

- Oh. - The right woman.

I'm sure.

I'd give her everything.

She'd be a regular little queen.

I know how generous you are.

But you know what I want above everything?

Is a family.

My wife. My late wife, she couldn't have children.

Me? Hell, I'd like to have all I could get.

Well, that's perfectly natural.

I know we didn't come here to talk about marriage.

No, we didn't.

But I'm only 43. Shoot.

Forty-three, a man is at his peak.

And I just know I'll make a good husband for Trina.

Trina?

She'll make some little mama, that daughter of yours.

"Some little mama."

Have you alerted Trina to this project?

We love each other, Ann. I see.

You've always wanted children

and now you're going to marry one.

And we want to get married right away.

We don't see any sense in waiting.

Certainly not, with you at your peak.

How long has this been going on?

It started that first night.

The night we all went out together.

It happened just like that.

You may not like this, Ann...

but I didn't go out of town like I said.

I've been seeing Trina every night.

And you kept it a secret.

That wasn't very nice, J.D.

I know that, and I felt real bad about it too.

But Trina, she was so sure that...

That I'd what?

Well, that you'd be jealous.

I told her, but she seems to think

just because she's interested in me

that every other woman is too. She's such a baby.

Oh, yes, she is.

Too much of a baby for marriage.

Why? The way I see it, a woman 18...

Trina's only 17.

She is?

Why, that little devil,.

Anyway, the way I figure, a woman, 17 or 18,

and a man, 43, are a perfect balance.

Maybe in your neck of the woods, J.D.

I love her, Ann.

Oh, for God's sake.

If you're fool enough to let yourself fall in love

with a 17-year-old... If I'm a fool,

well, I'll just have to live with it.

Ann, I promise I'll take good care of her.

And you too. And me?

Naturally. I'm going to be your son-in-law.

If you try pulling something square,

like preventing me from seeing J.D.,

I'll just run off with him until I'm 18,

then we'll be married anyway.

Mm-hm, and for your honeymoon,

he can take you to Disneyland.

I shouldn't think you'd want me to answer that in kind.

My big mistake was not sending you

to a good, tough military school.

Well, I am going to marry J.D.

And that, as they say, is that.

Do you love him?

No one is forcing me to marry him.

We're surprisingly right for each other.

We need each other. You need each other.

Has it ever occurred to you that you're attracted to J.D.

because he represents a father image?

Of course it has.

It was the first thing I thought.

But what difference does it make?

I mean love, any love,

has to begin with some kind of attraction.

It could be the look in his eyes,

or the tone of his voice,

heh, or the turn of his nose.

All right. I was attracted to J.D.

because he was a father image.

I think that's a solid enough foundation to build on.

He's crazy about me, Mom.

He makes all the decisions, and he's so easy to be with.

I know just what you're thinking.

Heh, do you? Mm-hm.

You're thinking, "How did I fail her?

Where did I go wrong?"

Forget it, Mommy. You've done okay.

Oh, Trina, have I?

You've spoiled me rotten, of course.

But you're so sweet

that I did try not to take advantage of it.

Oh, my darling, I just want you to be happy.

I will be, Mommy. I am.

Trina and J.D.? I can't believe it.

Believe it. They've set the date.

Little Trina and Big J. I, uh...

Who would've thought? Who would've dreamed?

How's the morale? You're not zonked?

I'm not at all zonked. That's the spirit.

Don't treat me as if I'd been left at the altar.

The big J.D. romance was all in your mind and Maud's.

Look, if it's okay with Trina, it's okay with me.

I like Big J.

Are you sure you're thinking of Trina, not that job?

What job? Public relations.

J.D.'s going to talk to you about it.

He's ready to hire you.

All that security, future

and respectability. Remember?

That'll have to wait for a while, baby.

That TV show we did was sold yesterday.

They think this series could run four,

maybe for five years. How about that?

Billy, will you ever make up your mind

what you want to be when you grow up?

Listen, Annie, this could be the big one for me.

And I'd like to think that there's someone like J.D. around

to take care of Trina.

It's a natural attraction.

Annie, actually, you'd be surprised

how devastating young girls find me.

There's something very sexy about this age.

Have you noticed that too? Too?

What if I told you that I've had a proposal?

You? No. Who?

Me. Yes. Peter Latham who.

Peter Latham?

You mean, that kid? Trina's little boyfriend?

He's not Trina's little boyfriend.

He's my little boyfriend.

And he asked you to marry him?

What's he on?

You've gotta keep your eyes open with kids that age,.

I don't think it's all that funny.

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson.

Oh, come on.

You know it's a howl. You and him.

You've gotta admit that next to you,

he doesn't seem completely mature.

Whereas you do, which proves how deceiving appearances can be.

What did you tell him?

I told him I'd think about it.

I've been thinking about it all week.

Do you love him?

For heaven's sake, Billy. I'm 40 years old.

It's quite enough to be loved

and have a few of my tomorrows taken care of.

Ah, I see. It'd be a union of love on his part,

and fatigue on yours.

Ah, there's no use talking to you.

You don't understand.

You can't be serious about this.

I told you I'm thinking about it.

And I'm telling you,

you better have your head examined!

What are you so angry about? I'm angry because...

Because I'm jealous.

You've no right to be.

You know I always thought

that some day you and I'd get together...

Billy, please, I gave already.

Look, you could sell the business now

and move to the coast with me.

You're too young for me.

You see, you're the one who's a kid.

Peter is twice as old as you.

Ah, cut the crap, Annie.

Peter Latham is a baby. A little-bitty baby.

Peter Latham is 22 years old. Were you a baby at 22?

You're damned right I was.

A little-bitty baby.

Well, Peter isn't.

Listen, do you have to marry him?

As opposed to what?

Couldn't you adopt him?

Billy, sometimes you are so crude, and so cruel.

Oh, I don't mean to be,

but have you ever thought what...

What people will say? Yes.

Of course I've thought about it.

I don't think we are too utterly ridiculous together

and people don't stare at us

and who says I have to live my life for public opinion?

Nobody.

You're absolutely right.

If the kid is to your taste,

what the hell? Youth is great. Enjoy it.

It's not his youth that's to my taste.

It bothers me terribly.

It's only that when I'm with him

something happens that has never happened with any other man.

It's the damnedest thing.

After all these years, I've finally found someone

who is strong and dependable and...

I'm sorry, Billy.

No, that's okay. Say it like it is.

I've finally found someone who really takes over.

Someone who could have anybody he wants

and he wants me.

Annushka.

You're in love with the kid.

Well, then don't let anything stand in your way, baby.

You've earned this.

Well, ahem, is Trina home? Yeah.

I think I'll drop in and see her. You know,

tell her I'll be there at the wedding to give her away.

That would mean so much to her.

Yeah.

You know, I don't mind giving her away.

It's you I mind.

Peter Latham, please. It's Ann Stanley calling.

No, no, no, miss.

Tell him it's Penelope Potter.

We don't have to show up here, you know.

Oh, but they're your friends, aren't they?

I'm going to meet them sooner.

Ah, the messiah has come at last.

Just as we were giving up hope.

We went to a show.

Ann, this is Arthur Forbes.

Arthur, my fiancée, Ann Stanley.

How do you do? Ann Stanley? Stanley.

That name sends celestial music

rushing through the old medulla.

Aah, Trina's sister?

I'm her mother, but thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Heh, oh, her mother.

Oh, Mrs. Stanley, I'm so pleased to meet you.

Well, come in, huh? Enjoy. Enjoy.

It's not like this every night.

What?

I said, are you shocked? Oh, not at all.

I read The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.

What?

Let's have a drink!

Frank, two Scotch on the rocks.

Peter!

Hi, Poll.

I called you four times this week.

How about returning one of them? I've been busy.

I would like you to meet my fiancée, Ann Stanley.

How do you do?

Forget the calls.

What? To us.

Oh.

Petesie! Hey!

Hi!

Hey, I thought you were in Toledo

or wherever it is you come from.

Gabriella, I'd like you to meet my fiancée, Ann Stanley.

Hi. How do you do?

Fiancée?

I thought it was about time for me to take the plunge.

Honey, I think it's about time for both of you.

Well, congratulations.

And you can take it from me, you are getting the very best.

I ought to know, right, Petesie?

I mean, he's, like, wow, if you know what I mean.

Oh, Peter, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to your wedding.

Excuse me.

So I'll just have to kiss the groom now,.

Goodbye.

Hmph.

How do you feel about some fresh air?

What? Let's get out of here.

Who was that girl? Who?

That girl dressed in Saran Wrap.

Gabriella. She's a nice kid. A little kinky, but nice.

Is there something between you? Yes, you.

I mean, have you slept with her?

A couple of times, yes. Silly question.

"I mean, he's, like, wow,

if you know what I mean."

How can you let something like that get away from you?

Ann, what's the matter?

I don't know. It was all a mistake.

I mean, we should have gone to

Radio City and Rumplemayer's.

Well, we can still make Rumplemayer's.

Come on, that's just what we both need,

a couple of banana splits.

No. Not here. Not New York.

Pittsburgh?

If you had your choice of any place in the world

to be married, and you have where would you choose?

I think Greece. Yes, Greece.

We can be married in Argos.

And we will spend our honeymoon

on the same beach where we met.

Complete with fishing spear, sleeping bag and motorcycle.

Let's have everything the way it was.

You've got it. Now that we've settled on where,

how about when?

Next spring. Next spring?

I was thinking of next week.

Peter, I have a business to run.

I can't just go rushing off.

Why not? If I can, you can. Can you?

Yes. I'm surrounded by competence.

Uh, all I'm surrounded by is Mrs. Margolin.

Can't she run things?

Yes, she can,

but she doesn't like the responsibility.

Listen, I'm an expert on labor relations.

Paint her office, raise her salary, make her vice president.

I promise she'll love the responsibility.

Let's leave Saturday.

Saturday? That's three days away.

Ann, for once, just once,

I would love to hear you say:

"I can. I will. Yes."

Let's leave Saturday.

Tsk, the next business.

Oh.

Peter, it's beautiful.

Richard Burton couldn't have done better.

Peter, there's something I must tell you.

That day we met in Greece,

remember I told you I was 36? And then you upped it to 38.

I'm afraid that wasn't quite true, either.

I know. You're 40.

You know? Trina told me.

Oh, big mouth.

I didn't want to enter into a marriage

with any secrets or any lies.

You're perfectly right, so I'll make my confession.

I'm not really 22. You're not?

I'm only nine.

Peter, can't you be serious about anything?

Some things.

Before I put this on, I want you to tell me something.

How do you feel? I'm happy. Very happy.

No doubts, fears, apprehensions, jitters?

My love, I just feel terribly happy.

It's the most beautiful ring in the world.

I don't want you to feel underdressed

when you meet my parents.

I've never been so overwhelmed. Your parents?

I called home today to tell them the good news. I spoke to Dad.

Did you tell them everything? Everything.

I expected him to come flying through the phone.

He was all sweetness and light.

"If she loves you, that's all that matters.

Lots of best wishes."

I could hardly believe it was my father.

Anyway, they're anxious to meet you

and give us their blessings.

So I thought I'd tell them to come to town on Saturday

and we can spend a half an hour with them before we leave.

Darling, there's nothing to be nervous about.

It's not an audition. You've got the job.

No. Mrs. Stanley is not available.

No, she's leaving for Greece tonight.

Yes, I can help you.

This is the vice president speaking.

Oh, yes, surely, we handle suburban rentals.

What price did you have in mind?

A hundred and fifty a month.

Where? Greenwich?

I don't think you're going to be able to find anything

in Greenwich at that price.

Oh, look, would you be willing to move

a little farther out of town?

Like Cleveland.

Who was that? An obscene phone call.

Ah. How you doing?

I can tell you one thing.

There's a lot to be said for long engagements.

Do you need all these things? It's for Trina.

Where I'm going, I need a cotton dress and a bathing suit.

And I don't really need a bathing suit.

There were some business calls.

A Mrs. Buchanan wants to give you a shower.

Oh, my God.

Told her it'd have to wait. Mr. Latham called.

That 6:30 appointment? With his parents.

Yes, well, could you be at the hotel at 6 instead of 6:30

and go immediately to Suite 707?

My God, it's 5:40, and I look a mess.

Will you be an angel and drop that at my apartment

on your way home? I'll be an angel.

Don't let Mother get hold of them before Trina.

It shall be done.

How do I look?

Can I be honest?

Can't you be kind?

In all the years I've known you

you have never looked more beautiful

than you do right now.

It's called love.

I'd like to try it, but I'm married.

Mr. Latham? Mrs. Stanley. Please come in.

Let me have your coat.

What a charming hat. Heh.

Thank you. Don't let my wife see that.

I'm so glad we have this chance to meet

before you and Peter take off.

Mrs. Latham will be out in a minute. How about a drink?

Scotch? Vodka? Bourbon?

I can ring for anything we haven't got.

A little Scotch would be nice, thank you. Lots of water.

Christine. Mrs. Stanley is here.

Where is Peter? He's never late.

Oh, he'll be here at 6:30.

Oh, but I got a message from him,

asking me to be here at 6.

That message was from me.

I thought it would be easier to get acquainted

if we could have a few minutes without Peter.

I love my son, believe me.

But I'm never with him for more than five minutes

without hostilities breaking out.

Nothing serious.

Just the usual war between generations.

To the bride and groom.

Thank you.

You know, I think Peter's marrying you

will do a lot to help this situation.

How do you mean?

He's marrying into the enemy camp, isn't he?

Marrying someone from our generation,

he's bound to realize we're not all bad.

I must say, I never thought of it that way.

Peter was so sure

you would be violently against this marriage.

A perfect example.

The boy anticipates everything negative about me

before I even have a chance to express an opinion.

Knowing some of the flibbertigibbets

that Peter hangs around with,

I am delightfully surprised

to find him choosing a woman

of maturity and sense and courage.

It must take a great deal of courage

for a woman to marry a boy half her age.

Please, you make me sound like Joan of Arc.

I love Peter very much.

So much that courage doesn't enter into it.

Hello. Christine, this is Mrs. Stanley.

I'm so pleased to meet you. I spoke to Peter this morning

and I've never heard him sound so happy in his life.

I thank you for that, Mrs. Stanley.

May I call you Ann? Oh, please.

Shall I fix you a drink? No thank you, dear.

I'll fix it myself.

My God, you're pretty.

I knew Peter had taste,

but this time, he's outdone himself.

Isn't Ann pretty, Edgar? She's beautiful.

Oh, thank you. And I do want to thank you

for coming all the way to New York to meet me.

I must admit, I was very nervous about it at first.

You must have felt like something

about to be put under a microscope.

Welcome to the family.

Aah, now I'm sorry we're rushing off so quickly.

I wish we could have had more time together.

We have the rest of our lives,.

Must you rush off tonight? Well, yes.

Edgar, they've made their plans.

Plans can always be changed, dear.

Ann and Peter are going off to Greece tonight.

They're going to be married.

I see no reason for them to change their plans.

Perhaps Ann sees a reason.

Well, Peter is very anxious... The boy is impulsive.

Don't you find him impulsive? He knows what he wants.

That reminds me.

Do you know what you want for your wedding present?

Think of something special.

He thinks he knows what he wants,

but after all, he's only 22.

He voted for the first time in the last election.

And wrong. You promised if we came...

I never promised anything.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Ann and Peter are off tonight

and they're going to be married.

There'll be no discussion about it.

Have another drink and sit down.

This is another drink.

Christine enjoys contradicting me.

If I say it's day, she'll say it's night.

It is night.

Yes, now please be quiet and let me handle this.

Handle this?

Now don't start getting defensive, Ann.

I'm all for this marriage. I assured the boy

whatever made him happy would make me happy.

Well, that settles that,

because Peter certainly is happy.

Yes, he certainly thinks he is.

And you think he isn't? I didn't say that, did I?

You practically did.

Christine, stop contradicting me.

I'm trying to say that a boy his age

doesn't always know his own mind.

Mr. Latham, let's go back to:

"I'm all for this marriage."

I said it and I meant it.

I'm for this marriage 100 percent.

Well, let's say, uh, 93 percent.

I have a few reservations, of course.

Edgar, no one is interested in your reservations,

except you... No.

I would like to hear what Mr. Latham has to say.

Oh, no, you wouldn't.

The boy and I have never been close exactly,

but I am his father

and I am concerned about him.

I think I will have another drink.

Don't you think you've had enough?

I had enough long ago.

You must admit that a marriage

between a 40-year-old woman

and a 22-year-old boy is unusual.

Yes. But there's nothing unusual about a marriage

between two people who love each other.

But you and the boy have only known each other for a few...

Do you have to keep calling Peter "the boy"?

I'm sorry. I didn't realize how it sounded.

Didn't you, Edgar?

You see what I mean

about Christine's contradictions.

Don't you think that you and, uh, Peter

should have a little more time together?

Know each other a little better?

We're all ready to leave.

I know. I'm not suggesting that you postpone the trip,

but couldn't you postpone the wedding?

For how long?

I don't know, an indefinite period.

How long would that be?

Ann...

have you thought what it would be like

to be married to a 22-year-old?

I...

I've thought about nothing else for weeks.

- Then you do have some doubts? - Some apprehension

of what you're getting yourself into?

I did have, of course.

But they're all gone now?

Peter knocked them all out of me.

I wouldn't be going if I...

Edgar, please.

Dear, there are certain things to be said,

and they must be said now.

I'll get you another.

I can't help wondering

who your friends will be. Yours?

Can you imagine you and Peter

at a dinner party with your friends?

Don't you think the hostess might feel

that Peter should be in the next room playing with her children?

And what about Peter's friends?

Have you met his friends? I've met some of them.

Were you comfortable with them?

I only met them.

Were they comfortable with you? I didn't ask.

Some of those kids are damned attractive.

How long do you think it'll be

before Peter starts looking at younger women?

And he will. It's only natural, isn't it?

I'm sorry, I must go now.

Please, wait for Peter to come.

Darling, Ann knows what she's doing.

She knows the basis for any happy marriage

is what two people have in common,

what they share together.

She and Peter are not at the same stage

of development as people.

Now, you take me and Christine.

We're of an age, same generation.

So are our friends.

We've been through the same things at the same time.

And that has set the groundwork

for a lasting and a happy marriage.

Isn't that true, dear?

Christine, isn't that true?

I wouldn't dream of contradicting you.

Why did you do it?

Why did you let me come here

thinking you were happy about this marriage?

I am happy about it, Ann, if you are. Are you?

That would be Peter.

Hi, Mom.

How are you, Dad? Hmm.

Ann, what is it?

Father's been lecturing on the joys of marriage.

What have you said to her?

I gave her some solid advice, that's all.

Advice?

Those who can't do, teach.

I want to go, Peter. No, wait a minute.

How long did it take to get her into this state?

I did nothing more than point out the pitfalls and problems

that lie ahead for both of you.

That was very thoughtful.

Naturally, we weren't aware of them.

I got to hand it to you. You sure put it over on me.

I really believed you when you said

you wanted to come here and meet Ann

and give us your blessings.

There is one of your blessings. Proud of yourself?

Don't blame your father.

He didn't say one thing I didn't already know.

I'm not blaming him entirely.

You let him strip away every bit of confidence

it's taken me weeks and weeks to build up in you.

Let me give you some advice.

Oh, more advice?

Who the hell are you to give me

or anybody else advice?

You are a failure as a father,

you're a failure as a husband.

God, you don't even make it as a human being.

Peter, I want you to stay here.

Thank you, sir.

Look, I know he told you a lot of things,

but did he happen to mention I love you

more than anything else in the world?

Ann, believe me, we can make it.

I've never been so sure of anything in my life.

It isn't going to be easy. I never said it would be easy.

We can make it. I know we can.

Ann, please let me talk to you.

Listen, I know I can convince you.

I did it before. I can.

Why are you willing to listen to him, not to me?

You're damn well going to hear what I have to say to you.

I can't think straight.

Maybe you're right. Maybe your father's right.

Maybe we're all wrong.

And until I know, well,

I can't go through with it, Peter.

Okay. But I'm not going to fight this anymore.

I'm going to be on that plane at 9:00.

You're going to have to work this out by yourself.

You know, you're still a silly, helpless woman.

And you don't know anything about cars or anything else.

But the guest list is over 200.

Who are they, Maud?

They are two of my dearest friends.

But it's not your wedding.

Ann, dear, will you please tell Trina

that Mrs. Bigelow and Mrs. Randall

must be invited to their wedding?

Mom, you'd better get a move on

if you're going to catch that 9:00 plane.

You know, you've only got a... Mom?

Hey. Mom.

Let me go, dear.

Ann, dear, please let me in.

I can't talk now, Mother. Please.

I don't believe it.

I don't believe Mommy walked out on him.

It's the first time I've ever seen her really in love.

Peter could not have possibly walked out on her.

He's a Hohenhauser.

You mean he doesn't like girls?

No, darling. It's a family name.

Hiya, sugar. Here I am,

and here's the moo goo gai pan.

Hello, Dad. Take a whiff of that.

Mao Tse-tung never had it so good.

I'm not very hungry. Huh?

Hi.

Oh, don't tell me I have the wrong night again?

Didn't we say Saturday night, I bring Chinese food?

You want Italian?

Suppose I go out and come in again.

Hello, folks, this is Billy Boylan

coming to you live and direct

from the Chinese restaurant on the corner,

bringing you everybody's favorite: moo goo.

Something's wrong.

It's Ann.

Ann? What's Ann? She's on her way to Greece.

It's all off. You're kidding.

Turns out he's a Homohauser or something.

Uh, J.D., please.

Where is she?

She's locked herself in her room

and she won't speak to anyone.

- Hey, Annushka. - It's the ex-Mr. Right!

Billy, I've never been so happy to see anybody in my life.

The answer is yes.

Great, wonderful. What did I ask?

A few days ago, you said you hoped

we would be together again.

I'm saying yes. No.

You don't want to marry me?

Of course I do,

but you'd like to marry me like you'd like to pitch

for the Pittsburgh Pirates.

You know I'd do anything in the world for you,

but this isn't what you want.

Tell me, what happened?

Nothing.

What happened?

Nothing, I'm...

I'm just not as in love with Peter as I thought I was.

You're a liar.

I know.

How does he feel about you?

He loves me. He adores me.

He worships me.

You love him. He loves you.

What is this, grounds for divorce?

What kind of life can we have? What can we hope for?

Will he be comfortable with my friends?

Could I fit in with the kids he hangs around with?

Your friends will take their cue from you.

If you're uptight about it, they'll be uptight.

If you're cool, they'll be cool.

People are... They're like sheep.

They're just waiting for you to lead them.

So that argument doesn't make sense.

Doesn't stand up, doesn't hold water. Next?

How long do you think it will be

before he starts looking at younger women?

He will, you know. It's only natural.

Never. Not that kid.

He may start looking at older women,

but never younger. So what else?

Billy, I'm 40 years old, and he's 22.

Aah! Now we have come to the square root of your problem.

Numbers. You are hung up on numbers.

Thirteen and eighty-three. Fifty-seven and nine.

Thirty-eight and a half. What are they? Numbers.

You are hung up on number 40 and number 22.

Just numbers.

But put them together and they add up to something.

And that something is what

you've been looking for all your life.

Oh, in your mind, everything is so simple.

That's because I'm simple-minded.

Statistics prove simple-minded people

are the happiest people in the world.

Oh, Annie, stop thinking so much.

Come on, start feeling.

That's always been your trouble.

I've never seen you really, I mean, really feel anything

before Peter Latham came into your life.

Billy, I want you to sit down

and look me straight in the eyes

and tell me the truth.

Picture me with Peter for the rest of my life.

Now be honest. What do you see?

I got a better idea.

Picture yourself without Peter for the rest of your life.

Now be honest. What do you see?

Oh, my God. What time is it?

Ten past 9. Oh, no.

The plane left at 9.

No, there's a 10:45 to Rome.

From Rome, you can get a flight to Athens.

Come on, will you? I'll take you to the airport.

Kennedy Airport. International, please.

But how will I find him? Suppose I can't find him?

You didn't have any trouble before.

Thank you.

Do you know that you're the dearest man in the world?

Now she tells me.

♪ ♪

♪ In every moment of your life ♪ ♪ A curtain rising ♪

♪ And every moment of your life ♪ ♪ Brims with surprises ♪

♪ A smile can open all ♪ ♪ The doors ♪

♪ Someone can suddenly ♪ ♪ Be yours ♪

♪ There is love in every moment ♪ ♪ Of your life ♪

♪ In every hour of the day ♪

♪ In every season ♪ ♪ Of the year ♪

♪ In every corner ♪ ♪ Of the world ♪