Mrs. Doubtfire Page #4

- What do I do?

You take all these cans.

You box 'em and you ship 'em.

Then you box those cans over there.

Ship them. Then more will come in.

You box those, you ship those.

Any questions?

After you box 'em...?

You ship 'em.

Lots of luck, smartass.

I think I made a friend.

- Miranda.

- Stu!

Hello, Miranda.

- It's been a long time.

- Yes.

Mr Dunmeyer's come by

to look over your sketches.

Let me show you to the conference room.

As you probably know,

the estate was built in 1876.

These sketches are meant to reflect

your desire to have it completely restored.

You look better than ever.

The lobby will resemble a music salon with

inspiration from the French Second Empire.

I was thinking a 17th-century grand piano...

I've been following your career

these past couple of years.

A tufted sofa, a Flemish tapestry,

a brass-bound Regency-style table...

I'd love to get reacquainted. Catch up.

Mantel clocks.

Fringed, upholstered chairs, heavy drapes.

Can we talk? Over dinner, maybe?

Stuart, thank you. I...

I'm at the beginning of a divorce.

It just didn't work out.

- Oh, Miranda, I'm sorry.

- You don't have to say that.

No, really. I mean, I never

held any grudges or anything. I just...

Well, I always hoped you'd find happiness.

Oh, God, that's so nice.

I was just worried my coming in here

might scare you off the project.

No, no. Of course not. I...

I'm a professional. I'm...

I was flattered that you thought of me

after all these years and everything.

Yeah, everything.

Well... Ancient history.

Yeah.

I'm late.

I've got a meeting over at the bank.

Can we talk maybe later in the week?

- Sure.

- Good.

It's good to see you again.

Good, huh?

I know the place

doesn't look like much now, but...

It'll be OK. How do you like it?

- Nice.

- It's OK.

Detestable.

Hey, just give me some time.

I'm not too comfortable

with this new lifestyle.

Neither are we.

I know it's hard, sweetie.

Can't you just tell Mom you're sorry?

Wish I could.

You know, grown-up problems...

They're a little more complicated, Nattie.

How is the old battle-axe?

- Your mom.

- She's fine.

Oh. I'm glad to hear that.

I'd hate to think that she came down

with amoebic dysentery or piles.

What's amoebic dysentery?

It's an infection in your tummy

where you get diarrhoea for ever.

- Diarrhoea for ever?

- And your body dries up and you die.

- You die?

- You don't have to be so graphic with her.

- I read about it in a science book.

- Why would you want Mommy to die?

Oh, honey, I don't want Mommy to die.

Then why did you say that?

Look, Dad, you're not trying very hard.

We only get to come here once a week.

That's not very much.

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