galaxy.
And believe you me, she puts
the "cheese" in "cheesecake."
Kate:
Well, Jane Eyre
Has been selling popcorn
for over a hundred years, lb.
[sighs]
[toilet flushes]
Hello.
Hello.
Could you
reach me a towel?
I, er...
I really, uh...
Can't do that.
I'm sorry.
[inhales]
[exhales]
Kate:
I'm an idiot.
I'm a complete idiot,
and I'm sorry.
Forget it.
No, no.
I'm a vain, preening ass
Without a single
redeeming feature.
Well, that's not true.
You have very good teeth.
[laughs]
Come on.
I've got a better idea.
Take me flying.
Or better yet,
I'll take you flying.
Do your worst, miss Hepburn.
[%%]
%% some of these days %%
%% you're gonna miss me, honey %%
%% some of these days... %%
Kate:
Don't be so squirmy, Howard.
You're gonna get on
famously with father and mother.
And I'm sure
they'll like you too.
Once they get to know you.
%% you'll be sorry %%
%% when I'm away %%
%% now you're gonna
be lonely %%
%% just for me only... %%
Hello! Hello!
Woman: Kath, hello.
Kathy.
Sweetheart, who's that
with the camera right there?
That's my ex-husband, Ludlow.
Father and mother
are just mad about Luddie.
What the hell
is he doing here?
Oh, he's here
all the time.
Hello!
Sorry we're late.
Mom.
Oh.
Oh, thank you.
Dad.
Darling.
Kate:
Uncle Willy!
Luddie:
Oh, who have we got here?
Don't feel self-conscious.
Hepburns! Hepburns!
Attention, please.
This is Howard.
Howard, welcome.
Father:
Don't worry, he's had his lunch.
[family laughs]
Luddie:
He likes you. That's unusual.
We pay our devotion to the arts
here. A colony we created.
Julian's a painter.
Abstract, of course.
What the hell's the point
of painting something real
When you can just
take a picture nowadays?
Don't you agree?
Where do you stand
on politics, Mr. Hughes?
Excuse me?
We're all socialists here.
Oh. We are not.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
You've met Mr. Roosevelt.
What make you of him?
[clears throat]
[grunts]
What are you sniggering at?
What? What was that?
You just sniggered.
No, no. The dog.
It seems to be crushing my feet.
Oh!
Oh, my God.
Buster!
That way.
Luddie:
Hey! Hey!
[both laughing]
Don't you like dogs?
Young man, I will not have you
Sniggering at Mr. Roosevelt
at my table, please leave.
No, no, no. I wasn't.
I thought everybody liked dogs.
Well, perhaps he had
a bad experience as a child.
Does it stick in your craw that
Howard gets more press than you?
A bad experience with a dog?
No, no.
You are such a shy creature,
aren't you?
Mother:
Perhaps it was a very large dog.
The press can be
a damned nuisance...
Father: Was it a doberman?
It burns my goat! My goat!
A doberman, Mr. Hughes?
Or a dachshund?
Neither, sir.
Dachshunds are little dogs,
Hep dear.
Luddie:
They should all be lined up
against a wall and shot.
What's that...Spanish painting?
Kate:
The goya.
Goya. Of course. Yes.
Goya painted that.
Yes, yes, Mexican.
What was that called?
Anyway, that's the vulgar press,
I'm sure.
Do you read much, Mr. Hughes?
Oh, I try to stay up to snuff
on the trade journals, yeah.
Snuff?
Mother:
These would be flying magazines?
What--? What was that?
Oh, he's a little deaf.
Julian:
Pass the goddamn butter,
I beg you.
You read flying magazines?
Here, take the butter.
Trade journals.
On engineering.
Aviation.
We read books.
Mm-hmm.
Well, Howard has to read
the trade pieces, mom,
Because he's designing
a new aeroplane.
Oh, really? Do tell.
Well, uh...
It's quite exciting, actually.
It's a spy plane
for the air corps.
A twin-engine plane
with some...
I must admit, some rather
unique design features.
You see, it has these
two booms at the back--
Luddie built a birdhouse once.
You remember that, dear?
[family laughs]
Yes, well,
a mere trifle, darling.
Linda:
Oh, I remember the painting!
The painting, it's called
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