Arizona Dream
and then…
there’s the Eskimos. – The Eskimos!
The Eskimos push their old people out on ice floes to die! – No!
They don’t do that! Elaine, I was trying to tell you the other night.
Eskimos believe that, even though you die,
you’re never really
dead.
What then?
You’re… infinity.
They believe that when the physical suit of skin dies,
it becomes part of the earth, but your soul…
keeps going, into other things…
like trees…
or fish or rocks…
or even other people, who actually are at that point, you.
And if you don’t like what you became?
Shit!
You wait a few years, and then you turn into something else.
And love works the same way…
So like, if you and I went down in a plane crash,
that would be okay, because our souls would keep going.
And we’d love each other over and over, from place to place,
because it’s infinity.
And you want to go there with me? – Yeah.
We would love each other over and over, for infinity.
Elaine,
we’ll go to the Bering Sea, we’ll be in love, and we’ll never die.
Never die. We can leave tomorrow, or we can leave right now.
Okay.
I hope we’re not disturbing. – What are you doing here, Leo?
Axel, is that how you say hello? – Just hold it.
Mrs. Stalker, nice seeing you again. Axel, get your things,
and we can get going. – I’m not going anywhere, Leo.
I bet you’re gonna come. – Paul, hold it. – Alright.
Mrs. Stalker, if we could just be privately for a moment?
Yes.
So you’re working on the old airplane? – Don’t touch it! – I’m sorry.
It’s great! Great.
You should be with your sick uncle, instead of playing with this nutcase.
You know, this whole airplane… – What did you say?
You know what this is for her? This is like a prescription.
The name you called her! – Oh, I called her a name? – Yes.
What did I call her? Can’t remember. I think I called her… psycho!
Psychopath! When are you gonna get it, Axel?
Nothing like freshly brewed coffee. – It’s instant.
I knew that, Mrs. Stalker.
I don’t like conflict. – No one said you did, Mr. Smilie. – Sweetie.
I know no one said that I did.
But we should get down to business. – We don’t have any, Mr. Smilie.
Sweetie. Try that.
Very nice. We do have business. I want him returned to me.
He’s a man, not an object, Mr. Smi… Sweetie.
A stranger doesn’t tell a father what a son is.
You’ll find it’s not me who’s the stranger.
Mrs. Stalker, let me put it this way:
You see that ‘ Coup de Ville? – It’s a ‘ not a ‘ .
I beg your pardon, it’s a ‘ and although it’s very nice,
it needs suspension work in the front. – The suspension is perfect.
Fine. Then it needs a new alignment.
Did you come here to give automotive advice? – Though an older model,
it still has style. – Sugar? – I never use it.
Now imagine if you will,
a brand new Coup de Ville, fresh from the factory,
sitting alongside your ‘ .
The beautiful lines of the older model
lose their elegance. The body sags, the finish is dull. You wash it,
wax it, but it’s still lifeless. – Mr. Smilie…
There isn’t a thing you can do to make it new again!
Those two automobiles do not belong together. Am I clear?
No, the only thing that’s clear, Mr. Smilie… – No! Sweetie!
…is that your attempt to insult me with car metaphors is incredibly
immature! – Immature! Right! You could be his mother!
But I’m not, Mr. Sweetie, I’m his lover.
And I must tell you, your nephew
is a wild animal in bed. Perhaps you might ask him for lessons.
I had hoped his sexual awakening would’ve been with someone who
knew the difference between making love and fucking!
Come on! Coffee break is over, fellows. Back to work!
Come on, Paul! Axel! Come on! – No! I’m not going!
Paul, grab the other arm! I’m gonna kick the shit out of you,
little son-of-a-bitch!
Come on, Axel! – You don’t realize how angry… – Just come along!
I’m really mad! – Hands off him, Mr. Smilie!
Elaine, you can’t shoot me, I have this performance on Friday.
It’s an audition.
It’s not a performance. It’s an audition.
This is ridiculous.
I mean…
I mean, Mrs. Stalker, we’ve said a lot of things, and some
were half kidding… Why don’t you put down the gun?
