The Way We Were Page #3
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- Year:
- 1973
- 118 min
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I sold one.
Hm?
I sold a story.
who sold one.
Oh, boy, Hubbell.
Okay, so have a drink. Okay?
Okay.
Sit.
To your first novel.
Wait a minute, not so fast.
Why not?
Yeah, why not?
You should've laughed.
Hm?
"Any peace but Katie's piece."
You were good. You had them.
You could've kept them,
if only you'd laughed.
It wasn't funny.
That's not the only reason to laugh.
You're a puritan.
I am not.
You've no sense of humour.
My family thinks I'm humorous.
Why are you always angry?
Not always! Because I don't know
about coed humour. I've never
been in a fraternity or sorority,
which is where I'm sure they
make up all that dirty stuff anyway.
Can I ask you a personal question?
Sure.
Do you smile all the time?
No.
No.
No. No.
Here's to commencement.
A funny word for "the end."
Well...
Mrs. Simpson married
the Duke of Windsor.
Oh.
I told you that, didn't I?
Yeah, you did.
I'm really happy about your news.
I hope I get to read
your story someday.
Put your foot here.
Go get them, Katie.
See you, Hubbell.
See you.
Don't spill it on your dress.
Ohh...
I'd like to have the sewing concession
when they wanna shorten those dresses.
You know, to get
some wear out of them.
J.J.
Grab your coat
and get your hat
Leave your worries
On the doorstep
I'm glad we're not
working on commission.
I've never been to a dance before,
except the one the YCL gave for Spain.
Ooh, that happy tune
Can be your step
Life can be so sweet
Here, have a drink.
Here.
What's that, bourbon?
It's gin, Katie. Come on.
From the bottle?
So bourgeois.
Mm.
Let's dance.
We aren't supposed to.
You weren't supposed to buy me
a corsage either. Come on.
If I never have a cent
I'll be rich
Rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
Can you, Frankie?
Sunny side of the street
Frankie McVeigh,
you've got a foot for dancing!
Whoo!
Hubbell?
Hubbell?
Hey.
What do you know?
Small world, isn't it?
I fall asleep?
I think so.
What do you know?
Would you like to have
a cup of coffee?
Oh, yeah.
Coffee.
Yeah.
Here you are, kiddo.
Good night.
Good night.
Good night, Hubbell,
old boy. Ahem.
Whoever you are.
Who are you?
Ha-ha-ha.
It's the top floor.
Only one more!
In there.
Hubbell?
Hubbell?
General quarters!
Count down!
Stand safe...
Mm.
Hubbell.
Hubbell, it's Katie.
You didn't know it was Katie.
I'll be done in a minute.
You don't have to do that.
Oh, it's okay. I like to iron.
Gee, you have a lot
of ribbons here.
You have any aspirin?
Oh, I don't. Uh...
Push in on your temples.
How can you not have aspirin?
I always eat for a headache.
Do you have my watch?
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