Love Story Page #2

- Where is that?

- Around the corner.

Would you please...

For God's sake, Phil!

Yes. Yeah, yeah,

for the million-and-oneth time, yeah!

Absolutely! Oh, I love you, too, Phil.

Yeah, I love you, too.

Goodbye.

- What happened? You look terrible.

- I'm injured.

Did you make

the other guy look worse?

I always make

the other guy look worse.

- Jenny?

- Yeah?

- Who's Phil?

- My father.

You call your father Phil?

- It's his name, what do you call yours?

- Son-of-a-b*tch.

- To his face?

- I never see his face.

- Why? Does he wear a mask?

- In a way.

He must be proud.

You're a Harvard jock.

- So was he.

- Bigger than All-Ivy?

He rowed single sculls

in the 1928 Olympics.

- Did he win?

- No.

- Then why is he a son-of-a-b*tch?

- He leans on me.

- He makes me do the right things.

- So?

I don't like to have to put out X amount

of achievement every term.

You hate making the Dean's list

and being All-Ivy!

He expects no less, and when

I come through, he is so indifferent.

- Ridiculous!

- And what did he say after the game?

He went all that way to watch you play?

After we blew the title

and after I was nearly massacred,

do you know what he said to his son?

- Whores in Ithaca?

- "I know the Dean of the Law School. "

What did you expect him to say?

"How is your sex life?"

- Whose side are you on?

- I didn't know it was a war.

- You don't understand.

- More than you wish I did.

Did the son-of-a-b*tch

at least get lousy grades?

- He was a Rhodes scholar.

- There's a problem of overachievement.

- Forget about it. There's no problem.

- Right.

Do I call my father on the phone?

Do I say, "I love you, Phil?"

- No.

- There you are.

And do you know why?

Because his name is Oliver.

The great Barrett Hall.

Don't you salute when you pass it?

- It's ugly. I've never been inside.

- That's a mature attitude.

It's not easy living with history.

- How many have to cope with that?

- I could name two.

Thanks.

Must you play music while we study?

I'm studying the music,

It's called "Analysis of Form",

Yeah...

You'll flunk if you just stare at me,

- I'm not, I'm studying,

- Bullshit, You're looking at my legs,

- You're not that great looking,

- I can't help if you think so,

- Let's change the subject,

- I wasn't aware there was one,

You think that I wanted

to make love to you,

- But I'm not interested,

- Then we've got one thing in common,

I'm tired of playing your game.

You are a supreme Radcliffe smart-ass.

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