Shoot The Moon

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No, Marianne, honey, I don't want to

look like a Spanish dancer tonight.

I'm not particularly fond of that.

- Molly, please.

- She doesn't like that thing.

And she doesn't like pink.

- In fact, I don't think...

- She wants to wear red.

...I'm going to wear a barrette, Marianne.

No, you're messing my hair worse.

Molly! Molly! Molly!

Wait a second, darling,

you can't put it on like that.

- No, look what you've done.

- No, Marianne, she doesn't like that.

- That's enough, everybody.

- She does!

- What do you know what she likes?

- That's enough.

- You like this...

- I mean it.

I don't think it's going to go with this.

You look beautiful.

You be quiet for a second.

I think I'm going to wear...

Jill, I'm going to wear it down tonight.

What are you doing? Molly, don't...

No, no, Marianne, honey, no.

The blue one, the blue one.

No, honey, I don't want the blue one.

Wait, don't.

- She doesn't want...

- She does.

How do you know what she wants?

'Cause I know my mom.

That will look really pretty. Come on.

Honey, I'm not... I think I'm not gonna

wear a barrette tonight. No.

She's not gonna wear a barrette.

She's gonna wear a bun.

No, she's gonna wear a little button.

- That's enough.

- No.

Mol, I know, but...

No, no, darlings.

Molly, what are you doing?

She's having it down.

- She's having her hair down, Marianne.

- No, Marianne, I have to go.

You guys, she looks fine!

Why don't you leave her alone?

Everybody, stop it now, please.

I have to get...

- Molly, you're not listening to me.

- Up or down?

I want some lipstick.

I know you want lipstick and I know that...

- Come on, Mom.

- No, me first.

Forget it, Mom.

You'll never get to the party.

Yeah, you guys are gonna

keep me here all night.

- Come on, Mom, just a little.

- All right, open wide.

No, Molly.

Not your mouth, your eyes, honey.

- No, I'm going second.

- Don't make faces, Molly.

You guys are always first.

- I'm going first.

- You're not going first. She's first.

It won't be easy

in the middle of all those people.

All I'll be doing is thinking about you.

Maybe I'll win. That would help.

You'll win. You're a winner.

Yeah. But even if I win, I lose,

if you know what I mean.

Forget us tonight.

Just try to have a good time.

Oh.

It's been so long since I had a good time,

I wonder if I still know how.

I hate the way I look.

I think you look really great, Mom.

Hey, Mol, give us a break, okay?

- How do I look?

- Like a hooker.

So do you. Do I look like a hooker?

No, you look beautiful.

You don't look anything like a hooker.

See, I don't look anything like a hooker.

What's a hooker?

Where are you, anyway?

- At home.

- Home?

I thought you were calling

from the gas station.

You shouldn't be calling me

from your home, George.

Get off the phone, for God's sake.

Okay. I'll call you tomorrow night.

Bye. Good luck.

Good night.

- That's enough, everybody.

- She does!

- How do you know...

- Put it down. That's enough.

- Go like this, okay?

- I mean it!

- Are you off the phone?

- What?

- I asked you if you were off the phone.

- Yeah, I was just talking to Jim.

Jim, huh?

Is that why you were whispering?

Yeah, that's why I whispered.

You better hurry. Mom looks terrific.

Hey, Molly,

will you go get me my red gloves?

They're in the bathroom.

You know where they are, remember?

You're wearing gloves?

I don't think gloves will look that good

with that dress, Mom.

Sure, they'll look great.

Wait till you see. They'll look real good.

- You look really nice.

- What?

- You look really pretty.

- You seem surprised.

Oh, forget it.

Is the dress okay?

- Oh, yeah.

- Yeah?

It's the one you wore last year, isn't it?

Oh, why? Does it still have wine on it?

Wine?

The wine that you spilled

when Peter Marx won instead of you.

You always remember the wrong things.

I'm not gonna be the type that's...

Well, what do you think, Sherry?

How do you think I look?

- You look great.

- No.

- Yeah.

- Nope.

I think, you know, it needs...

It needs something

to gather it up at the waist.

No, Mom, leave it like that,

all nice and smooth.

No, I need a thing.

Now whatever happened to that silk rope

that goes with my linen dress?

- I saw it somewhere.

- Molly hung it in between two big trees.

What? Where?

The dryer broke when it was Molly's turn

to do the laundry.

- Oh, no.

- She used it to hang out the wash.

What about your belt?

- Are you taking my belt?

- Yeah, come on.

- Yep, the Davy Crockett belt.

- The Davy Crockett belt?

- Oh, please.

- Yeah, it might look very good.

- Let's see what it looks like.

- Mom, that goes with jeans.

I know it goes with jeans,

but it might look very nice.

Now just take a look. What do you think?

- I think you look...

- What do you think? All right? Okay.

All right. Now everybody get ready for bed

and Molly, honey, you have to go to bed.

- Come on, Mom, you promised.

- No, I didn't.

The show doesn't come on until 11:30

and you've got school.

You promised! You promised!

I had to go to bed last year.

- You didn't promise at all, Mom.

- Come on, Mom!

All right, all right, you can stay up.

You can all stay up, okay?

Oh, Mom! Mom. That's not fair.

She's only seven.

Brush your teeth.

Sherry, do your homework and, Marianne,

don't forget your worm medicine.

I hate it! It makes my b.m.'s all red.

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