The Cider House Rules: The Making of an American Classic Page #2

- Hi, Homer.

- Hey. What is it, Mary Agnes?

Now calm down.

- What is it?

- Look.

Oh. Uh, did you bite it?

- Did you bite your tongue?

- I don't remember.

Uh, yeah. That looks like you bit it.

You'll be fine.

Well, maybe I was kissing

someone and he bit me.

Oh, I think you bit it. Maybe

in your sleep. Story time, Fuzzy.

O Lord, support us

all the day long...

until the shadows lengthen

and the evening comes...

and the busy world is hushed

and the fever of life is over...

and our work is done.

Then in Thy mercy,

- grant us a safe lodging

and a holy rest...

And peace at the last.

- Amen.

- Amen.

"A dog, which had lain

concealed till now...

"ran backwards and forwards

on the parapet...

"with a dismal howl.

"And collecting himself

for a spring,

"jumped for

the dead man's shoulders.

"Missing his aim,

he fell into a ditch...

"turning completely over

as he went...

"and striking his head

against the stone,

dashed out his brains."

- And that...

- Is the end of the chapter.

That's it till tomorrow.

Good night,

you Princes of Maine,

you Kings of New England.

Good night,

Princes of Maine, Kings of New England.

Whoa.

John, you all right?

Why does Dr. Larch

say that every night?

- Maybe to scare us.

- No, you jerk.

Dr. Larch loves us.

But why does he do that?

- Does it because we like it.

- Do you like it, Curly?

Yeah.

I like it too.

Watch the door.

You two get Copperfield

and Curly. Buster's mine.

- And remember, nobody touches Fuzzy.

- Attack!

Hey!

- Ow!

- Ouch.

What do you think

you're doing?

Children, stop it. No fighting.

Share the snowballs.

Fuzzy. Fuzzy.

Listen to you.

You've been running.

Hey, over here!

Look! Pick me!

I know the type.

They'll take one of the babies.

Mary Agnes.

Come here.

Don't run.

Fuzzy.

Curly.

John.

Hazel.

Andy.

They wanted a girl,

Curly.

Nobody ever wants me.

Oh, hey.

Hey, come on.

Come here.

You know, you're one

of the best, Curly.

And we wouldn't let

just anyone take you.

Dr. Larch wouldn't let

just anyone take any of us.

Well, that's true.

- Nobody's asked for me, have they?

- Nobody special enough, Curly.

You mean somebody has?

Only the right people

can have you.

Now what do you say

we go unpack your suitcase?

- It's movie night tonight, Curly.

- Okay.

Look. Kong thinks

she's his mother.

- His mother?

- He thinks she's his mother.

- He doesn't think

she's his mother, Fuzzy.

- He does so. He loves her.

- That's why he holds her.

- Shh, Fuzzy.

Fuzzy, how can she

be his mother?

He just thinks she is.

They want to replace me.

The board of trustees

wants to replace me.

They just want you

to hire some new help.

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