The World According to Garp Page #4

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You know, everybody dies.

My parents died. Your father died.

Everybody dies.

I'm going to die, too. So will you.

The thing is, to have a life before we die.

It can be a real adventure...

...having a life.

Garp! Careful of the undertow!

The undertow!

Be careful of the undertow!

- How do you do?

- Hi.

Hello, again.

Hope I'm not disturbing you,

running up and down here.

Nope.

It's distracting, isn't it?

Not to me, it's not.

What do you weigh, about 112 or so?

Pleased to meet you. 158.

On my way to 147.

Sorry about that.

My name is T.S. Garp.

- What's T.S. stand for?

- Terribly Sexy.

I used to be Terribly Shy, but I changed.

- I'm Helen Holm.

- Holm sweet Holm.

Our new wrestling coach here

is named Holm. What a hard-ass!

- We call him "Holm sweat Holm."

- He's my father. I'm his daughter.

We're the Holm team.

Take care.

A**hole.

Let's get them, Garp.

Next!

Do it!

- You're out of bounds.

- Concentration.

You walked right into that fireman's, Garp.

Come on!

Let's go!

Off the face!

Get him, Garp!

Reverse him! Roll him!

Two! Two there!

Ernie, congratulations.

You beat us on the takedowns.

- And we're lousy on takedowns.

- Thanks, Tom. We've got some guys...

- Nice job, Ernie.

- Nice, yourself.

He beat you on your feet.

He got all the takedowns.

And most of the falls.

Mr. Holm?

Hi, Jenny.

Mr. Holm, were you aware

of what was going on out here?

Garp wasn't really concentrating

in the first period.

- But it was that double-armed...

- It was lust.

Beg your pardon?

Lust.

Mr. Holm, you have a daughter.

I have a son.

- He's a fine boy. Good wrestler.

- He's also full of lust.

I can spot it a mile away.

He's lusting after your daughter.

I wouldn't worry about that.

Helen can take care of herself.

- After all, it's only natural.

- Diseases are natural, too.

It doesn't mean

we have to give in to them.

Keep an eye on your daughter, coach.

Hello, Garp?

Cushie?

So, what brings you home?

I'm visiting.

I'm stuck at this all girls' school.

So, I thought I'd visit here,

see how the boys are doing.

So, how are you?

I have this terrible headache.

- I'll see you.

- Take care.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Am I disturbing you?

- I think you like to disturb me.

You sure read a lot.

- I've always read a lot.

- Me, too. It'll ruin your eyes, though.

They're already ruined.

Ulysses

- You going to be a writer?

- No chance. I'm going to be a reader.

Maybe you'll marry a writer.

If I marry anybody, it'll be a writer.

But I doubt I'll marry anybody.

- You certainly won't marry a wrestler.

- You can be very sure of that.

Unless it's a wrestler who's also a writer.

- But a writer first and foremost?

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