The Cider House Rules Page #5

LARCH:

You know *how* to help these women--

how can you not feel *obligated* to

help them when they can't get help

anywhere else?

HOMER:

One:
it's illegal. Two: I didn't ask

how to do it--you just showed me.

LARCH:

What *else* could I have showed you,

Homer? The only thing I can teach

you is what I know! In every life,

you've got to be of use.

Homer and Larch split off and disappear into two different

operating rooms. As he goes, Homer mumbles to himself, "Of

use, of use, of use."

INT. OPERATING ROOM - DAY

Larch and Angela are preparing the ether for DOROTHY, a not

visibly pregnant woman. The sounds of labor across the hall

can be heard Over.

LARCH:

(holds the cone)

Have you ever had ether, Dorothy?

DOROTHY:

Once, when they took out my appendix.

ANGELA:

(looks for scar)

No one's touched your appendix.

DOROTHY:

Whatever it was... the ether made me

sick.

LARCH:

It won't make you sick this time,

Dorothy--not the way I do it, just a

drop at a time.

DOROTHY:

I can't pay for this, you know--I

got no money.

LARCH:

One day, Dorothy, if you have any

money, a donation to the orphanage

would be very much appreciated.

ANGELA:

Only if you can afford it.

LARCH:

(holds the ether bottle)

Try to think of nothing, Dorothy.

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