Far from Heaven Page #3
Very good, sir.
Bright and early.
Sir, can you spare
some change, please?
Spare change?
Anything would help.
Spare change?
Where ya headed,
tiger?
Look out, Jake!
Oh, for heaven's sake.
David, that is the third time
I've told you to turn off that
infernal racket and go to bed.
Can I please just this once?
No, you certainly may not,
and that is final.
Ah, geez.
That is not the kind of language
we use in this house.
Now march.
And don't forget
to wash your teeth.
Hi.
Feeling better now?
Mrs. White?
The picture?
Yes.
the scene in the gentlemen's lounge.
How about a drink?
Sure.
I know just the spot.
I'll bet you do.
Identification, please.
Huh?
Identification--
Driver's license.
Thank you, sir.
Have a pleasant evening.
Yes, sir.
What can I get you
this evening?
Uh, just a scotch--
neat, please.
Yes, sir.
There you are, sir.
One more of the same.
"So, does the fabled maxim hold
"In this case, wife, mother
and Mrs. Magnatech herself,
"Cathleen Whitaker
proves that it does.
"A woman as devoted
to her family...
as she is kind to Negroes."
To Negroes?
Let me see that. What on Earth
is that woman thinking?
Cathy? Oh, she's been liberal
ever since she played
summer stock at college...
with all those
steamy Jewish boys.
Why do you think
they used to call her "Red"?
Oh, for heaven sakes.
Let's go inside before
Joe McCarthy comes driving by.
- Uh-oh.
Oh, I love that scarf..
Oh, I'm sure it just
blew behind the house somewhere.
For heaven sakes.
This really
isn't your day, is it?
No.
Did they really
call you "Red"?
Oh, Nancy. Honestly!
Would anyone like
another daiquiri?
Better not.
Oh, no,
one's my limit.
El?
Mmm.
All right, girls.
No more beating around the bush.
Nancy.
Oh, I-- I can't.
Oh, come on.
It can't be that bad.
Um, well, uh--
Mike insists on--
He insists
on once a week.
- Ah, you got off easy.
- Once a week?
Oh, you're lucky.
Ron's more like two or three.
Three, really?
And how.
That's nothing.
Girlfriend of mine--
Shirley Dawson.
Her husband--
every night of the week.
Plus, three more times
on the weekend.
Can you imagine?
It was lovely, Cathleen.
Thank you. Bye.
Bye, girls.
The chicken was divine.
Oh, thanks, El.
I'll call you tomorrow.
All right. Bye-bye.
Could this possibly--
Oh, I'm sorry.
No. You found it.
Yeah, I found it hanging
off one of the birches out back.
It was so windy.
I was going back into the house
and it just sailed off my neck.
I had a feeling
it might be yours.
Who else could have
been so absentminded?
No, no, it's the color.
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