Intolerable Cruelty Page #3

It was something he had

the engineers at the factory design.

And then he had a prototype built

out of the parts from our vacuum cleaner.

I see.

So the vacuum cleaner wasn't available

to me for several months.

Several months without the appliance.

Yes!

The problem is, everyone is

willing to compromise.

That's the problem with the institution of marriage.

It's based on compromise.

Even through its dissolution.

Mrs. Gutman here,

she's gonna score some points...

concerning her husband's

sexual politics.

Naturally,

we'll try to impeach.

And then the entire process

will find an equilibrium point...

based on the skill

of the individual lawyers.

Then both parties will go home with

their portion of the staple factory.

That's life.

Life is compromise.

That's not life.

That's death.

Struggle and challenge and ultimate destruction

of your opponent... that's life.

Let me ask you something.

Attila the Hun.

Thank you, Mrs. Gutman. Ivan the Terrible.

Henry the Eighth.

Mr. Massey, any questions?

What do they have in common?

Middle name. No. They didn't

just win. They... They...

Mr. Massey?

They destroyed...

Mr. Massey, again I ask,

have you any questions

for the complainant?

I'm sorry, Your Honor. I was

just consulting with an associate.

Now, Mrs. Gutman,

do you know a man

named David Gonzalez?

Well, he's the tennis pro at the club.

The tennis pro?

Then why are your letters addressed to him,

'Dear David and Goliath'?

Whoo! Whoo!

Go, Rexie!

Go, Rexie baby!

Whoo-hoo.!

Whoo!

Rexie!

Cabin seven.

Choo-choo!

Whoo-whoo-whoo!

Choo-choo!

Choo-choo.

Choo-choo!

Choo-choo.

- Choo-choo.

- Choo-choo.

Choo-choo.

- Choo-choo!

- Whoo-whoo!

Choo-choo!

Ahh! Oh! Choo!

Yeah!

I'm gon' nail yo' ass!

Oh, I'm gon' nail yo' ass!

Yo' ass!

I'm gon' nail yo' ass!

Come to papa!

I'm gon'nail ya.!

Yeah, I got ya.!

I'm gon'nail yo'ass.!

Enough, I say!

Hold it.!

I'm gon'nail yo'ass.!

Yeah.! Yeah.!

A silly misunderstanding... Mm-hmm.

Someone nailed yo'ass.!

Mm-hmm, yeah, I'm gon' nail yo' ass!

I'm gon' nail yo' ass!

I'm gon'nail yo' ass!

Yep, I nailed his ass.

I thought he'd outgrown trains.

They never grow up, lady.

They just get tubby.

How charming. An aphorist.

Oh, yeah, I've always

had ample proportions.

But believe you me, it's all muscle.

I'm as hard as a rock.

I'm not one of these cream puff,

sit-behind-the-desk private d*cks.

I'm an ass-nailer.

So I see.

Gym four times a week...

hour and a half, plus stretching,

LifeCycle, LifeStep, LifeCircuit.

Gus Petch don't pussyfoot around.

I must say, for someone in your line of work,

you don't exhibit a great deal of tact.

You want tact, call a tactician. You

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