I haven't figured out
how to get my work done...
...with you in the house.
That's a tough one.
Are you wrinkled enough yet, Dennis?
- Yep.
- Want me to come help you out of the tub?
Not unless you want to see
what the stork saw.
Cool!
Old Faithful.
- How old is this bed?
- It belonged to my mother.
What's she sleeping on?
She's been gone for many years, Dennis.
- On business?
- No.
She's in heaven.
There's an awful lot of people in heaven.
Especially old people.
How about if I recite my favorite poem
when I was your age?
- Is it about flowers and lambs?
- No.
Okay.
''Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
''Sailed off in a wooden shoe
''Sailed on a river of crystal light
''lnto a sea of dew
'''Where are you going
and what do you wish? '
''The old moon asked the three
'''We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in the beautiful sea
"'Nets of silver and gold have we! '
"Said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
"Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes
"And Nod is a little head
"And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
"Is a wee one's trundle bed
"Now shut your eyes while Mother sings
"Of wonderful sights that be
"And you shall see the beautiful things
"As you rock in the misty sea
"Where the old shoe
rocked the fishermen three
"Wynken
"Blynken
''and Nod''
New pajamas. God bless 'em.
Poor thing.
I wish he'd get that hernia fixed.
George, are you sleeping?
I was until you started yakking.
I'm sorry.
Was Dennis in our bathroom?
Yes.
I think the little rat
put mouthwash in my nasal spray...
...and toilet cleanser in my mouthwash.
Why would he do something like that?
Must you ask?
Quiet!
I recited a poem for Dennis tonight...
...that my mother used to recite to me.
I remembered every word.
In some tiny measure...
...my mother would be proud
I passed something on.
It's 10:00, Martha.
Don't start with the regrets.
I would have been a good mother.
And I would have made a swell fireman.
- Where are you going?
- To make myself a cup of tea.
I didn't decree
that we wouldn't have children.
That was out of both our hands.
This isn't about having children
or not having children.
You miss the point.
It's about...
...my feeling something very good...
...and not being able to tell you about it.
Martha?
I didn't mean to hurt you.
I'm not terribly good
with feelings and emotions.
There are a lot of subjects
I'd just as soon not bring up or discuss.
I would have liked a son or a daughter.
You couldn't fire the fatherly feelings
in me...
...because they're not there.
But that doesn't mean my feelings for you
have gone cold.
That'll never happen.
You've got all the love I have.
Remember this?
Je t'aime. Je t'adore. Ma petite chйrie.
George.
Get out of here!
What are you looking for now?
Garden lanterns.
You must be pretty brave to ride
on a tiger in your underpants.
Put that away. That's not for kids!
Martha.
Where are the G.D. Garden lanterns?
I think I better go outside and play.
Hello.
Hello, Martha.
It's Alice.
I'm still in Oklahoma.
Oh, dear.
Yes, there's a terrible storm.
My flight's been cancelled.
Till the weather clears,
I don't know what's going to happen.
I know your garden party's tonight.
I feel terrible.
I don't know what to do.
Don't worry about it.
You get home when you can.
We'll be just fine here.
What's George going to say?
Over my dead body!
This is my crowning moment of retired life
and I won't throw it away like the trash...
...for a ninny who can't get her keister
to the airport on time.
George Wilson,
you have no right to insult Alice.
She can't help the weather,
any more than you or I.
It's just plain bad luck.
It's no one's fault.
A tragedy of this magnitude
has to be somebody's fault.
It isn