Goodbye Lover Page #2
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- Year:
- 1998
- 102 min
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are f***ing your brother's wife.
Have any idea what it would do
to him if he found out about us?
He's unstable enough as it is.
It'd kill him.
That would be horrible.
I couldn't live with myself.
We'd better be ready, then.
What does that mean?
Lots of things can happen.
Maybe...
you should make them happen.
Do you hear what I'm saying?
What do you say?
I hear what you're saying.
We've got to get out of here.
- What the hell is that?
- Oh, my God!
They' re back.
- You said they were in Palm Springs.
- They aren't anymore.
Oh, my God!
Christ!
Get me out of this thing.
- Get me out of this thing.
- Give me the key. Where's the key?
What do you mean?
I don't have the key!
You don't have the key?
- How could you not have the key?
- Lift it up!
Good idea. How do I get
it off of my goddamn wrist?
Hello?
Is that your car?
- Mrs. Brodsky.
- It is your car. What are you doing?
I wanted to show the client
the house at night. He really likes it.
Mr. Spender? I was just showing him
the wine cellar.
Mr. and Mrs. Brodsky,
You have a very, very lovely house.
Thank you.
I adore it, but Mr. Brodsky...
is determined to move back to Hawaii.
Aren't you, dear?
Isn't that a coincidence?
That's where Mr. Spender's from.
Isn't that right, Mr. Spender?
Yes.
Which island, Mr. Spender?
All of them.
He grew up on a boat.
Wasn't that it?
Jesus Christ!
Tell me again,
why am I taking these chances?
Because you can't help yourself?
- Don't forget what we talked about.
- What?
You' re not your brother's keeper.
Mr. Merritt. Eunice and I are
honored to meet you, sir.
How do you like
the Dippy Dolls, senator?
They' re unbelievable, sir.
- Quite unbelievable.
- Good.
They paid for all of this.
My wife and I would
love to have you over sometime...
to read Scripture.
Well. It sounds like a plan.
Is that it?
That's it.
Go, go.
Mr. Merritt, in this
decade of moral decay...
it's left to a few of us to
keep our fingers in the dike.
Quite.
The family that plays together
stays together.
I think he's impressed.
I'm not wearing any underwear.
Jesus, Sandra, not here.
God bless you, Reverend.
Who do you have to eat out
to get a real drink around here?
I'm sure you enjoy fruit punch.
- You remember my brother, Jake?
- Of course.
- And his lovely wife, Sandra.
- Nice to see you.
You didn't tell me the senator
was so good-looking.
Mrs. Lassiter, keep your eye on him.
He's trouble.
Eunice and I are
devoted to each other.
When you get steak at home,
you don't go out for burgers.
The best steak I ever had
was at the downtown Sheraton.
I just remembered there's someone
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