Arizona Dream Page #3

- Oh, sorry.

Come on, sit down here,

next to me, Axel.

Well, let... lemme get

a pair of pants on first...

- Stop singing!

- I'm not singing. Well, I never... I count!

Oh, you've got to count

the stitches in the jacket?

- You've been on it for a week already. Get it finished!

- Goodbye, anybody!

Bye bye anybody...

Excuse me for interrupting

you two, but I had to get my pants on.

Yeah!

Well, Leo's told me so much about you.

Yeah!

So, I'm... I guess you know

I'm gonna be your new aunt.

You're his... fiance.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well...

...you don't have to call me Aunt Millie,

though. I mean, unless you want to.

Yeah.

- How old are you?

- Twenty three.

Oh!

We're almost the same age...

Isn't that funny?

Millie, please.

Remember we talked about this?

I'm sorry, Leo. Just a second.

Leo's trying to teach me

how to stop crying.

Sweetheart, why don't you go in the other room

and try on the other wedding dress for Axel?

Let him see that.

And then...

I mean that'll get your mind off.

Go in the other room, sweetheart,

and try the other dress on...

...it'll take your mind off crying.

It's in the other room!

- I'm going.

- Do me the favor.

Axel, Axel, Axel!

Leo, Leo, Leo!

You know, Axel, that's my little Polish

cupcake and she's very sensitive...

...like the Eastern European people are.

- But she's very nice, right?

- Very nice, Leo.

- And you know how old she is?

- Yeah. She's young.

You're damn right

and that's success.

And in order to achieve that success,

you need to sell cars.

I don't wanna sell cars.

Axel, do you revise my father had the first

Cadillac dealership in Arizona in 1914!

And he had this magnificent dream,

to sell as many cars as he possibly could...

...and stack them one on top of the other until

they got high enough so that he could walk up to the moon.

Isn't it beautiful?

It's very beautiful, Leo, but the cars would

topple over before you could stack 'em that high.

Yeah, that's what I told him,

but he wanted me in the business...

...and I resisted him,

like you're resisting me.

I'm not resisting, Leo.

I just... I don't wanna sell cars.

- What the hell are you afraid of?

- I'm not afraid of anything.

One thing I was sure of...

...my uncle Leo was definitely

the hero of my childhood.

The smell of his "Old Spice" cologne carried me back

into that lost childhood more than the home movies did.

My uncle didn't know it...

...but it was the sweet, cheap smell

of car dealers that took me back...

...and made me dissolve

into a dream of the past.

Leo was the last dinosaur

that smelled of cheap cologne.

And he believed in

the American dream.

I was crazy about him,

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