Love Story Page #3
The best. You put down
anything in pants.
But verbal volleyball
is not my idea of a relationship.
If that's what you think it's all about,
go back to your music waltz.
I think you're scared. You put up
a wall to keep from getting hurt,
but it also keeps you
from getting touched.
It's a risk, isn't it, Jenny?
At least I had the guts
to admit what I felt.
Some day you'll have to come up with
the courage to admit that you care.
I care.
- Would your priest like this?
- I don't have one.
- Aren't you a good Catholic girl?
- Well, I'm a girl...
...and I'm good, right?
So that's two out of three.
- Why do you wear it?
- It was my mother's.
Why did you leave the Church?
I don't know.
I never thought there was another world
better than this one.
What could be better than Mozart?
Or Bach?
Or you?
Jenny?
I'm up there with Bach and Mozart?
And The Beatles.
- Let me sack in your couch.
- How come?
- Barrett.
- Who's the guest of honour?
- Cavilleri.
- Again? Still?
Barrett's slipping.
It's amazing.
I'm really studying.
- I'm studying.
- Sorry.
Oliver?
I love you.
You were great.
- You know nothing about music.
- I know enough.
Wise up, would you please, Barrett?
I wasn't great or All-Ivy, just OK. OK?
OK.
- I mean you should keep at it.
- Who said I won't?
I'm going to study
with Nadia Boulanger.
Who?
Next year.
I have a scholarship in Paris.
Paris?
Yeah, I've never been to Europe.
I can hardly wait.
- How long have you known?
- It's inevitable.
What is?
That we'll separate.
You'll go to Law School.
- What are you talking about?
- You're a millionaire, I'm a social zero.
What do you mean?
We're together, we're happy.
Harvard is like a bag full of toys,
but when the holiday is over,
you have to go back
where you belong.
- Back to bake cookies?
- Pastries. Don't make fun of my father.
Then don't leave me, Jenny!
Please.
What about my scholarship
and Paris, which I've never seen?
- What about our marriage?
- Who said anything about marriage?
I'm saying it, now.
You want to marry me?
Yeah.
Why?
Because.
That's a good reason.
- You're driving like a maniac.
- Everybody does in Boston.
You'll kill us before
- My parents will love you.
- Even the son-of-a-b*tch?
Of course. Where is
the old Radcliffe confidence?
- Back at Radcliffe.
- It's going to be OK, Jenny.
- What did you say on the phone?
- Just that I'd drop by.
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