Lovers and Other Strangers Page #4

- I'm going to telephone...

- Boy, Ingrid Bergman.

What about Gregory Peck?

- He hasn't got your looks.

- That's true.

Wait a minute, honey.

You're going to make me miss the ending.

Okay, I'll wait.

Any husband of Constance

is a husband of mine.

- All right. Goodbye. Good luck.

- Goodbye.

Good night, honey.

Come on, Wilma. I'm tired.

Are you going to make love to me or not?

- I owe you one.

- You owe me two.

How do you figure I owe you two?

Last Friday and the Wednesday before,

when your mother stayed over...

and you didn't want to make noise.

Okay, now I owe you three. I'm good for it.

What?

Come on, Wilma.

I'm not in the mood right now.

All right, if you really don't want to.

I don't want you to do anything

you don't want to do.

Don't you ever touch me again.

Will you put the cigarette out

and go to sleep?

- I can't sleep when I'm like this.

- It's all in your mind.

- It is not. I feel sexy.

- It's just nerves. Have a sandwich.

Come on, Wilma. In the morning.

I'm not interested in the morning.

It's not romantic in the morning.

- It's romantic now.

- To me it's work.

Look, it's Thursday already.

We haven't made love in 10 days.

We both work very hard

to make love at least twice a week...

so if we don't tonight...

there's going to be a lot of pressure on us

to catch up.

It wouldn't be that way

if you didn't nag me about it all the time.

Nag? I've tried

every subtle way of reaching you...

except showing stag films.

I get the feeling that you're trying

to make my virility look impotent.

- When did that feeling first hit you?

- The day I married you.

- I was dynamite with other women.

- They were lucky to be there...

with the record holder

in three-second intercourse.

Out of all the women in the world...

I had to go marry

an equal-time-orgasm fanatic.

Read a couple of Ladies' Home Journals

and all you can think is "Me, too. "

And why not "me, too?"

You really want to take over, don't you?

Don't think I haven't

noticed the new wardrobe...

with the pants, the suits, the ties.

You really look butch.

Butch? I'm more feminine

than you'll ever be.

- All I want is a little tenderness.

- Look who wants tenderness.

I'll give you tenderness.

There's your tenderness.

You better decide

whether you want to be a man or a woman...

and then talk tenderness to me, Wilma.

Or is it Willy?

I tell you what.

You decide what you want to be first,

and then I'll be what's left.

You think you're so masculine

because whenever we have a problem...

you roll over, you go to sleep,

or get drunk, or try to act rough with me.

I got a hot flash for you.

Those tough Marine drill sergeants

are the biggest fags in the world!

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