I Love You, Alice B. Toklas!

Flower in the crannied wall

I pluck you out of the crannies

I hold you here, root and all, in my hand

Little flower...

But if I could understand

What you are, root and all, and all in all

I should know what God and man is.

- Beautiful. Is that Ginsberg?

- No, Tennyson.

But if I could understand

What you are, root and all, and all in all

I should know what God and man is.

So to know God, to know man...

...you first have to know

what a flower is.

A flower.

But how can you know

what a flower is...

...unless you know who you are?

Who are you?

Do you know who you are?

We must find a way...

...to send our love messages

to them...

...before it's too late.

We must turn them on to love.

Send them love flowers.

Turn them into love junkies.

We must hug and kiss them

in the streets...

... in their houses, in their offices,

in their minds.

Harold.

Do you know

what happened this time?

- What?

- The earth moved for me.

Like in Hemingway.

Did the earth move for you?

No, I don't think so.

I didn't satisfy you?

Of course you satisfied me.

It was just that the earth

didn't move this time, that's all.

But it has moved in the past?

Oh, Joyce, you know,

many times, many times.

- When?

- Well...

You know, a couple

of weeks ago, it moved.

We must psychedelicize

their impoverished dreams.

Teach them how to live again.

Make them stop playing

the ego game.

Teach them how to die

so that they can be born again.

So that they can become

a flower again.

Harold?

Is your asthma bothering you?

I have a little tickle right now, yeah.

Harold?

- Do you wanna get married or not?

- Sure.

Well, then let's name a date.

I gave you an area.

An area is certainly not a date.

I know what an area is,

and I know what a date is...

...and an area is not a date.

- All right.

- I'll tell you something.

You've given me

enough areas in my life...

...but I have yet

to get a date from you.

I know from areas,

but what I want is a date.

Okay, when do you wanna

get married?

How about Thanksgiving?

Hey, look at that.

- What is that?

- Somebody...

Whose car is that?

I'm pinned in here. I can't get out.

Oh, my goodness.

Who would do a dumb thing like that?

- Well, that's stupid.

- Terrible.

You could maybe try to get out,

do you think, Harold?

- Harold?

- Help me back up.

- Sure, I will, darling.

- Because I'll never make it.

You know, Harold, my parents

were married on Thanksgiving.

I thought maybe

it would make them happy...

...if we had the same anniversary.

Go right, Harold. Try to go right.

- Yeah, okay.

- Turn to the right.

- Gee, I don't think you're gonna make it.

- I'll try.

- Well, try. Yes.

- Well, I can get right up close to it.

All right, keep going to the right.

- What?

- Harold, come on, now.

You're gonna hit that car.

Where is that son of a b*tch?

Look at that. I'm pinned in.

Harold, what about Thanksgiving?

- For what?

- For what? For our wedding.

Can you imagine somebody...

...leaving a car like that

in a situation like this?

Boy, that is really smart.

Boy, that is really a clever way

to change the subject.

Don't be paranoid, Joyce.

I didn't make this situation.

Are you crazy or something?

Take me home.

- Oh, that's great. That's great.

- What?

I'm pinned in. I can't move.

Take her home. Where are you?

Harold, you could move

if you wanted to move...

...because man is the master

of his own existence.

You're afraid.

You are afraid to move, Harold.

Now, look, Harold.

Harold, I have made

my commitment to you.

I have given you my mind...

...and my body.

Joyce.

I am 33 years old. Now, that's not

an easy thing for me to say.

Will you please stop talking

for just one minute?

- Help me push this car out of the way.

- I just wanna know one thing, Harold.

- One thing, is all I wanna know.

- What?

Am I going to be your wife, or am I

going to continue to be your concubine?

- Don't give me that concubine stuff.

- It's all right.

- What is it going to be?

- You think I'm an Arab or something?

That's funny. Just to be funny now.

I'm asking you to answer my question.

Harold, you give me

an answer now or it's over.

Will you just help me?

Otherwise, we're gonna be

stuck here.

Self. You always think of yourself.

- I'm helping you now.

- You're not helping me.

- Put your hand behind...

- I had my hand here.

- What do you want me to do?

- When I tell you, push.

- Now, push when I say push.

- I'm doing that.

Now, I'm releasing the hand brake.

Now, push.

How about Labor Day?

For what?

For getting married.

Harold!

Oh, Harold!

Oh, Harold!

We're getting married. Labor Day?

You happy?

- Are you happy?

- Yeah, yeah.

I can let you use this

until we fix you up.

- You sure this is all you have?

- Yep. Belongs to my kid.

He was supposed

to take the night shift.

Big shot ran off to San Francisco

with a colored girl.

My wife's going crazy.

But, I mean,

I can't drive around in this.

I have to go to my office.

I have to go to court tomorrow.

I'm sorry,

that's all I've got, Mr. Fine.

And then suddenly,

tonight it all fell into place.

And he was...

He was like a man, Mama.

You know what I mean?

He was a man

who knew what he wanted.

Look, relax, she'll run fine.

- She'll run fine, don't worry about it.

- Yeah.

And jiggle the key when you get in.

- Harold, my mother is hysterical.

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