Poltergeist III Page #4

while giving you a suggestion to smash it.

Beautiful sight, isn't it?

Did I ever tell you | how to make a little girl laugh?

I never did?

It takes a lot of practice.

The first thing you got to do...

is tickle right here in the ribs.

Don't worry about | that seven years' bad luck stuff.

That's old wives' tales.

- I didn't break it. | - I believe you.

But I'll tell you a secret.

If that old nerd were my doctor, | I would have done it.

I didn't. He did.

Dr. Seaton?

I don't want to talk about it, okay?

How's Carol Anne?

I don't know.

How would you feel if some quack told you | you had supernatural powers?

Do you remember that guy | who was on all the talk shows?

What was his name? | He was from Israel or someplace.

He used to bend keys, fix watches...

took Polaroids of himself in the dark.

Maybe Carol Anne...

Please, not you, too.

Give the kid a break, please.

First your crazy brother-in-law | uses her as a scapegoat...

for those $250,000 | collapsible homes he builds...

- Steven didn't... | - Steven and your sister have put...

that poor thing through hell, with | those weirdo psychics and witch doctors.

Weirdo psychics and witch doctors! | Come on!

Darling, you are the only sane person | in your family.

Please.

Don't let that pompous-ass shrink...

tell you she's Carrie or Houdini | or some damn thing like that.

Nobody really knows | what happened there this afternoon.

Maybe we shouldn't leave | the giris here alone tonight.

Maybe we should forget | the opening altogether.

Don't be stupid.

We're both being stupid. | You have opening night jitters...

- I have a building falling apart. | - Exactly.

We needed my sister pressuring us to take | her kid like we needed a hole in the head.

I really don't mind | a house full of beautiful women.

- The more the merrier. | - Then hire us a maid.

Swedish, about 24?

- 5'2"? Talk about pressure. | - Will you go get dressed?

What did I say?

Hi, sweetie. Can I have a good night kiss?

All set.

- Have a good night's sleep. | - Good night.

Be right with you.

She's got the hots for him. I'm serious. | I see her every single day.

Look for her at the start of the day. | I'm dead serious.

She follows him all the time. Yeah, what?

Will you do me a favor?

- No ghost stories tonight, all right? | - Gotcha.

- Good night. | - 'Bye.

My dad. | I don't know what he's talking about.

Not bad at all.

Forget it.

However, after the opening...

I know it's going to be a great party, | but I can't come.

No, I'm brat-sitting. | She's not even a relative.

She's sort of a relative, but not really.

Yeah, if Scott wants to call me | from the party...

I might talk to him.

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