Terms of Endearment
- PG
- Year:
- 1983
- 132 min
- 594 Views
Let me go, just for a minute.
You're going to stare that baby
into a coma.
Stop exaggerating.
It's not good to keep checking
and imagining terrible things.
- I know, I know.
- Here it starts. Here we go.
Rudyard...
Rudyard, she's not breathing.
Honey, she's sleeping.
The baby's sleeping.
No...
- Rudyard, it's crib death.
- It's sleep!
- She's asleep, honey.
- Maybe.
Come on!
Emma.
Oh, good.
That's better.
No, thank you.
Thanks. Emma?
He was one of the most dependable men
that ever worked for me.
- I know. Thank you.
- He was a good man.
I'm real sorry about your daddy.
Take care of your momma.
Emma? Emma, wake up, please.
- Wake up.
- What's wrong?
I was tense and I was wondering
how you were feeling.
- Would you like to sleep in my bed?
- No, thank you.
Would you like to sleep
in my bed again?
Yes!
What are we going to do
with this hair?
Hey, Emma!
Patsy, hurry up!
You're going to miss him.
Oh, that's what they were looking at!
- Good night, honey.
- Where's Momma?
That old fart's trying
to get in her pants.
- What if the astronaut shows up?
- Oh, they're everywhere in Houston!
- Say hi to Race.
- OK. Love ya. Astronauts!
So?
- We better get going.
- I'll say goodbye. Want to go with?
No. I don't think I'm up to it today.
Sure would be nice
to have a mother somebody liked.
Why don't you accept the fact that
you have certain biological needs?
- Because I don't.
- Mom! I'm going now.
Excuse me.
Can you believe it?
He wants to take me to Tahiti.
I don't know why you treat these men
like this. They have feelings too.
- Has the astronaut moved in yet?
- Who?
Patsy teaching you coy lessons?
Breedlove. Has he moved in?
- Put your socks up!
- Say goodbye to Patsy.
- Be home by eleven.
- Say goodbye to Patsy.
- Goodbye, Patsy!
- Thank you.
In this day and age, anything goes!
I feel really foolish getting stoned
to hear Mary Martin.
See, Patsy...
This is not Mary Martin,
this is Ethel Merman.
This is the last time
we're gonna be like this.
I just plain refuse
to get into that kind of thinking.
It should not stop.
I mean, we're gonna be best friends.
Our babies will be best friends.
We'll all be best friends.
Oh, God!
- Just a minute.
- Open the door.
Emma, open the door.
Just a minute.
- I need to talk to you!
- All right.
I'm getting married. What the hell?
- Meet me in my room?
- Yes.
- What do you think she wants?
- Maybe to tell you how to have sex.
What?! No. She only knows
how to avoid it.
I can't believe you said that.
I didn't mean it.
I didn't mean it, I swear.
What have you been doing, Emma?
Nothing.
What is it, Momma?
I really want to get some sleep so
I look halfway decent for tomorrow.
Come on. What is it?
Would you want me to be silent
about something for your own good?
Yes, ma'am, I would!
OK, come on.
Come on.
I've been in here all night.
I've been trying to decide what...
what wedding gift to get you.
I thought of that Renoir
that my mother gave me.
But I couldn't reach a conclusion.
Then I came to grips with the reason
why I couldn't think of a gift.
Oh, Momma, it's all right.
I need dishes, a rotisserie...
The car...the house...
I'm totally convinced
if you marry Flap Horton tomorrow,
it will be a mistake
of such gigantic proportions,
it will ruin your life
and make wretched your destiny.
Why are you doing this to me?
You are not special enough
to overcome a bad marriage.
Use your brains.
Flap is limited.
He hasn't got any imagination.
Even at this age, all he wants
Mother...
I'm marrying Flap Horton tomorrow.
I thank God
Flap's getting me out of here.
If this is your attitude,
don't come to my wedding.
That's right.
No, I think you're right.
The hypocrisy was bothering me, too.
My own mother's
not coming to my wedding.
Listen to her. She's going crazy.
I'll give her until noon tomorrow.
Emma, your mother
boycotted your wedding,
she hates your husband
and only holds you in medium esteem.
Medium esteem.
That is so cute. That is so cute.
Wouldn't it have been strange
to marry a person who didn't read?
There's millions of interesting
people who never pick up a book.
Flap, I feel so totally good about
us. I hope I get pregnant tonight.
That would be nice.
I love the way you look.
You're so nice.
I... You're my sweet-assed gal.
Here comes the bride!
Wait, Flap. Where did you learn
how to do that?
That is the strangest
music to make love to.
I know.
Leave me alone. I'm happy.
I don't want to talk to you.
No. Did you see the tablecloth
Rosie gave me?
It's beautiful.
It's got red flowers on it.
She made it. No, not yet.
Home-made omelettes.
Just ordered 'em. Kinda Tex-Mex.
No. That was the worst thing
you've ever done to me, Mother!
Well, I think you owe my husband
an apology.
Until you apologise,
I'm not listening to your gossip.
No. Well, he's right here.
Hold on.
Yes. Yes.
Hello, Mrs Greenway.
No, ma'am, I am not
enjoying your predicament.
Momma, be nice!
As a matter of fact,
I don't need or desire an apology.
All I want is for you to understand
and appreciate my position,
to respect our marriage,
and to wait another 15 minutes
before you call in the morning.
Yes, I guess I've said my piece.
OK, I'll put her on.
He's so great!
I'll talk to you later.
I don't care about the neighbourhood.
Can't you stay a little while longer?
I thought we were having
a real good time, didn't you?
Listen, don't go yet.
One more minute.
I've got something to show you.
No, really.
- Thanks.
- Good night.
- I bought you something.
- What?
A tie.
You didn't buy this for me.
You were worried about
how I'd look to your mother.
Stop being a quisling
where she is concerned.
Whenever I get happy,
you turn perverse.
- Buying this tie made you happy?!
- Yes! Yes!
I wish you could understand,
cos you really don't.
It made me very happy,
buying this tie.
I went to two or three places.
Then describing your jacket, knowing
it would match what you're wearing,
which, by the way, it certainly does.
I mean, it was fun!
It was a goddamn mardi gras and
you're too dumb to understand that!
I'm sorry. I'm being terrible.
Going to your mother's,
it makes me a little irrational.
Can I help?
Yes. Thank you, Flap.
Take this candle. I need another one.
- In the kitchen?
- Yes.
That looks great.
Who's that short gentleman?
Not that it's any of your business...
Just leave it at that.
What are you looking at?
She isn't there any more.
She'll be back.
I'm Edward Johnson, Aurora's friend.
Pleased to meet you. Vernon Dahlart.
God, isn't she something?
Here she comes.
I met her two weeks ago at church.
You might say she's God's gift
to Vernon Dahlart.
Then you like her?
Oh, no. Does it show?
Good food.
Well, this is what I used to serve
when I lived in Boston.
Vernon, you haven't said a word.
Is that right? I feel like
I haven't stopped talking.
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