of me says,
"Take the money, you fool.''
The other half says,
"Don't sell to these two guys.''
You're still hung up
on the gay thing, huh?
I don't care what consenting perverts
do in their own home.
I just don't want 'em doin' it
in my backyard, that's all.
If I let these two in,
they've got a beachhead, a toehold.
Before you know it,
old Cicely'll be awash in nancy boys.
Well, Maurice, if that's how you feel,
you probably better just give
the money back.
But they're overpaying!
I'll never find buyers like that again.
Yeah.
Maybe there's a way for you
to take the money and feel good too.
Yeah?
Yeah. Think about it:
You and gay men, you share a lot
of the same common values, right?
Now, you just hold on a minute there.
If you're talking about
gourmet cooking and antiques-
No, no, no. I'm talking about your
military tradition- discipline, honor, loyalty-
that kind of thing.
Well, what in the hell
are you talking about?
All right. Take the Janissaries.
Yeah?
The elite troops
of the Ottoman Empire.
For a couple hundred years,
they were the most gung ho,
bloodthirsty army in the worid.
Uh-huh.
They murdered millions of people.
They leveled countless cities.
They tortured, they pillaged,
you name it.
And-And you're saying
these guys were-
It's a well-known fact.
They preferred the company of men.
Huh.
?Mambo?
?He's neglectin' our romance?
?For the Mambo?
Maggie, you really ought
to eat something.
?He just loves that crazy dance
called the Mambo?
?Mambo baby?
?Mambo baby
Oh, Mambo baby?
You know, I was thinking, if you carved up the
master suites, you'd have another full bedroom.
Hey, let's freshen these up. Shelly!
Uh-huh.
Another round for my colleagues here.
Hi.
Boy, you know, I hate it when you smoke.
I'm gonna show you a picture
of a smoker's lung sometime.
If that doesn't make you stop-
Why are you here, Fleischman?
To tell me more jokes?
Maggie, I-I'm sorry about Rick.
I am.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't
think up a better way to tell you.
Now that you said what you needed to say,
you better get out of here before you get hit
in the head with a safe or a piano,
or you get struck
with a bolt of lightning.
Are you buying into that nonsense?
You believe it?
Hey.
As a doctor, as a man of science,
I can tell you, there is no such thing as curses.
Everything just happens
as a question of probability,
the statistical likelihood
of a specific event.
Fleischman-
For instance,
if a man falls to sleep on a glacier...
it is highly probable
he will freeze to death.
Likewise, if a man sits
on a mountainside, there's...
some probability- uh, now, albeit slight-
that he will get hit by a satellite.
Your having a relationship
with those men is inconsequential.
It simply does not enter into the equation.
- Are you done, Mr. Wizard?
- No.
To tell you the truth- Move over.
I- I don't like seeing you like this.
It bothers me.
Now, don't get any ideas, but I have more
than just a professional interest
in your well-being.
I'm not afraid of you, O'Connell.
You hear that?
Everyone, I am not afraid
of Maggie O'Connell!
No, I am not.
I do not believe in voodoo!
- Fleischman, sit down.
- Come on. Let's dance.
I don't wanna dance.
This is a great song.
- I don't care.
- If you don't dance with me, O'Connell,
you know what you're doing?
You're turning your back on reason-
on mankind's struggle...
to pull itself out of the mire
of ignorance and superstition.
You are saying "yes'' to witch hunters
and inquisitors, you are slamming
the door on enlightenment,
and you-you are-
you are inviting back the Dark Ages.
Now, I am not doing this for you, O'Connell.
I am doing this... for civilization.
?And life is like a song?
What do you say?
Pretty please?
? Oh, yeah, yeah?
?At last?
? The skies above are blue?
?My heart was wrapped up in clover?
? The night I looked at you?
?I found a dream?
Shelly.
? That I could speak to?