The Cider House Rules: The Making of an American Classic Page #3

We don't need any more help.

Some new things would be useful.

- Yuck!

Aw, come on.

- Homer, I need you.

- Happens every time.

Kong, Kong, Kong,

Kong, Kong, Kong!

Thought you'd taken care of this.

Always breaks in the same place.

- It's your splice, isn't it?

- No, it is your splice.

You blame me for everything.

Angela, we need a new movie,

a new projector, a new typewriter.

That's what needs replacing

around here.

- Wilbur, we have a delivery.

- Homer, would you get this one?

She's a patient, right?

She should see a doctor.

Homer, you are a skilled

and gifted surgeon...

with near perfect obstetrical

and gynecological procedure.

I just mean that I'd rather

fix the movie tonight.

Okay, sure.

You splice,

I'll deliver.

Come on, Fuzz.

Let's go. Let go. Come on.

Homer, doesn't King Kong

think the woman is his mother?

- That's right, Fuzz.

That's what Kong thinks.

- That's why Kong loves her.

It's your turn.

I'll get this.

Okay.

Story time!

The Personal History

of David Copperfield.

Chapter one.

"I am born."

"Whether I shall turn out to be

the hero of my own life...

"or whether that station will be held

by anybody else, these pages must show.

"I was a posthumous child.

- "My father's eyes had closed

upon the light of this world...

Six months

when mine opened on it."

His father's dead, right?

That's right, Fuzz.

Is your father dead?

Cirrhosis.

It's a disease of the liver.

What, a liver killed him?

No, alcohol killed him.

He drank himself to death.

- But did you know him?

- Barely.

But it hardly mattered

that I knew him.

- Did you know your mother better?

- Mm-hmm.

She's dead now too.

She was a nanny.

What's a nanny do?

She looks after

other people's children.

- Did she grow up around here?

- No.

- She was an immigrant.

- What's an immigrant?

Someone not from Maine.

Let us be happy for Hazel.

Hazel has found a family.

Good night, Hazel.

Good night, Hazel.

I was dreaming about you.

How beautiful you were.

- Ah, you weren't.

- I was.

- And I was beautiful?

- You were.

You are.

It was fantastic.

It was just the ether,

Wilbur.

- Hi.

- Hey, Eddie, look at this.

- Homer, do you ever think about

trying to find your parents?

- Not really.

Why not?

Well, they never did the things

parents are supposed to do.

Dr. Larch did those things

and Nurse Edna and Nurse Angela.

Well, I wish I could

meet mine anyway, sometimes.

What for?

Well, I'd like to show 'em

that I could cook a little.

- Mm-hmm.

- And...

that I could drive a truck.

Mm-hmm.

Sometimes I wanna meet them so I can

kill them. Just sort of kill them.

You know I'd never

kill anyone, right?

- Mm-hmm. I know.

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