Kiss Me Goodbye Page #5

You always got mad like this if you

didn't understand something.

I hardly ever got mad like this!

- How about the car?

There he goes.

He brings up the car. This is...

Then you pick up something

and throw it at me.

I'm gonna throw this book

at yo...

Oh my god!

Jolly?

That's me.

Why are you here?

I live here.

You?

We're moving back in.

We?

My fiancee and I.

Oh, terrific.

That's fantastic.

We, we, we could probably,

share utilities.

I will insist on my own phone

though.

- Do something.

- Excuse me?

Do something.

Make a lamp move or

something disappear.

No, no, no, no.

I don't work like that.

No cheap tricks. Conjure rabbits,

stuff like that? Junk.

You see, I'm a, I'm a mental image

not a physical one.

See?

I see. I see.

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

I died here.

And your spirit is trying to

get out.

Wha...? With the New York rents

like they are? You must be mad.

How long are you planning to stay?

- Here?

I mean, are you, are you gonna,

I mean...

- Oh, you mean the weekend.

- Yeah.

- The wedding.

- Yeah.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

- Oh, good.

You look sensational.

Thanks.

So do you.

- Yeah?

- Kay, are you up here?

- Oh my God.

Oh my God. Be quiet. Be quiet.

We've gotta...

...hide you. Now sit in the chair.

- Sit in the chair!

- But listen. Uh, Kay...

Kay?

- What?

I have the feeling you're not

listening to me.

- There you are.

- Hello mother.

Now, everything in here goes.

All this furniture.

Right.

And the new table go

against the wall in here.

Yeah. So take it all out.

That's right.

Everything goes.

Except that chair.

- You're keeping that chair?

- That ratty old chair?

- Yes I am.

- Don't be silly Kay.

She doesn't know what she's...

Look, take it away.

Don't... Touch... That... Chair!

Really Kay?

It has great sentimental value.

It does?

What sentimental value it does?

I'll tell you what sentimental

value it has.

My fiancee was born in it.

- What?

- Rupert. My fiancee.

He was born in that chair.

- How strange.

- Rupert never lived in this house.

Well of course he didn't.

I know that.

It comes from his mothers house.

He was born very near here.

Oh yes. It's a lovely family

tradition.

They were all born in chairs.

Can you imagine? His mother

sitting there.

Knitting. Listening to the radio...

...and presto!

Out popped my fiancee.

Well, of course, he was much

younger then.

Shakespeare! No, no!

Shakespeare! No!

Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!

Mother. There you...

There you are.

That's my first husband.

Yes. There he is. God bless him.

He died three years ago.

- You think he's changed?

Changed?

No.

- Say something to him.

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