On Golden Pond Page #3

Must have eaten them all.

No mail today, Charlie?

Holy MacKanolly,

I left it on the porch.

- How about bringin' it in? Can you do that?

- You bet.

- Glass of milk, Norman?

- No.

See ya broke

the screen door, Charlie.

It's just missing its little

"thingamabobbers" for the hinges.

- I could bring ya a couple from town tomorrow.

- Just be careful next time.

- Here it is, Norman. Drink it.

- Thank you, nurse.

Finish your coffee over here.

There you go.

There.

- What ya got there, Norman?

- I have no idea. I can't open it.

Here. Bite this, please.

- Oh, just his medicine.

- Oh, goody. What a swell surprise.

Nothing serious.

Just for his palpitations.

That's right, Charlie.

I have occasional heartthrobs.

Norman, we got

a letter from Chelsea.

Look at the

goddamn Orioles!

Baltimore's always

been a sneaky town.

Norman, she's coming

for your birthday.

Oh. How nice.

Yep. And she's bringing a friend.

She has the nicest boyfriend.

- Oh?

- They're coming together.

Then they're going on

to Europe for a while.

Oh, really? I don't want crowds of people

coming to my birthday.

I don't want crowds of people

watching me turn older.

Wait a minute.

It's not that Freddy person.

This is a different boyfriend

altogether.

What the hell's going on?

Detroit's disappeared!

Good God!

- What is it?

- Detroit's gone!

What happened to her husband?

What is it, Charlie?

I was wondering what happened

to Chelsea's husband.

It didn't work out.

Hey.

She says she's in love

with a dentist.

Does her boyfriend

know about this?

This is her new boyfriend.

Her new boyfriend is a dentist.

- That's who she's bringing here? A dentist?

- Yep.

Good God! He'll be staring

at our teeth all the time.

Shall we ask him

not to come?

No, we should have representatives

from all walks of life...

at my last birthday party.

Oh, Lord, this medicine should be

put away from all this hot air.

Why didn't

you marry Chelsea?

- You wouldn't let me.

- Oh?

If you had married somebody else,

I'd have allowed that.

- I didn't want anyone else.

- Oh.

- How old will you be?

- When?

- On your birthday.

- A hundred and three.

- Miss Appley was 97 in May. Isn't that amazing?

- Yeah.

- She died, you know.

- No.

Yep, last Tuesday.

We got a call,

in case any mail comes up.

Gave ya a forwarding address

for Miss Appley?

What's so funny?

- One of the lesbians expired.

- Oh! No.

- Which one, Charlie?

- Miss Appley.

Oh, well,

she had a good, full life.

Charlie said she was 97.

Ninety-seven?

Isn't that wonderful?

Puts us all to shame,

doesn't it?

There's something to be said

for a deviant lifestyle.

Well, thanks for the coffee, Ethel.

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