to think we lived there.
I didn't want people
to think we lived there.
Cut it out.
Cut it out.
You're allowed to say
one mean thing to me a year.
That'll do till you're ten.
You're driving Daddy away.
Tommy, stand up and follow me.
Don't make me hit you.
Hurry up.
I said hurry. Come on!
$44.
20, 30...
Let's see.
That's 38, 40...
You don't have enough money?
I don't have any checks,
so I'll put some things back.
Can I have the register key?
She doesn't have enough money!
It's no big thing.
I brought the wrong purse.
Here, take this.
$43.75.
$41.35.
Mom, you promised
I could have something.
I won't give her real food.
Give her this.
No way!
$40.35.
Mom!
All right.
Here.
$40.55.
$40.75. We're going
in the wrong direction.
Why must you be so nasty?
I mean, it's not going
to help anything.
We're both people, you know?
$40.75.
I don't need it.
Mrs. Horton,
I'm Sam Burns from the bank.
I turned down
the second on your house.
Oh, of course.
I remember who you are.
Can I help you
make up the difference?
Thanks. I'd appreciate it.
I'll pay you back tomorrow.
You're a very rude young woman.
I know Douglas from the Rotary.
I can't believe he'd want you
treating customers so badly.
I don't think I was
treating her badly.
Then you must be from New York.
Be careful, Teddy!
What?
Be careful!
Where's your car?
Right here.
That was worst time I've ever had.
I didn't know I could get
cheered up so fast.
No problem.
Come on, Mom.
Wait by the car.
Come on.
Wait.
No.
Wait by the car, honey.
But...
Wait, honey!
Over by the car!
Now!
Now!
Now!
Nice boys.
You're great with them, too.
Really.
I think all three of us
are going through a stage.
Hey, thanks again.
Oh, no thanks required.
I've had a lovely time.
Me, too.
I'll get the money back to you.
You can drop it
in the mail, if you like.
To the bank?
Sure. You could even use
a check-by-mail envelope.
Or, uh, you could come in.
Whichever.
Maybe I'll come in sometime.
Well, that'd be fine.
Can I help you with that?
No, thanks.
I'm used to this.
And so another birthday...
for a gal named Aurora Greenway.
Even though 50,
she still takes my breath away.
Mere mortals just gaze
as she lights up their sky.
A heavenly object, a siren's cry.
You're the best.
Happy birthday.
Thank you, Edward.
Thank you.
Do you want one, Vernon?
Would you like a kiss?
You're not lying
about your age, are you?
Of course not.
I thought you were 52.
How do you expect
to fool a family doctor?
She said her age.
The number doesn't matter,
but its concealment does.
Why does he keep talking?
Dr. Ratcher...
The way to adjust to old age...
Doctor, I think
you're a mite confused...
because of being
recently widowed and all.
[Tapping On Window]
You okay?
Hmm?
[Vernon]
Aurora?
Aurora?
Let's give her some privacy.
[Buzz]
Yeah?
The door's open.
Just a minute.
Well, hello.
Hi.
I was curious if you still
wanted to take me to lunch.
I wasn't aware that we...
A few years back,
you invited me to lunch.
A few years back?
Does the invitation still exist?
Would you like to?
To lunch.
Not dinner, remember.
It was lunch.
Why not? No.
Good.
When?
Uh...
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow?
All right.
All right.
Good.
12:30?
12:00.
Good.
If you mind the open air,
I could get the top.
No. Don't worry.
Grown women are prepared...
for life's little emergencies.
Us going out together...
Not bad, huh?
Do you think,
could you possibly put the top up?
The top's at home in the garage.
Hello. How are you?
How are you, Ali?
It's nice to see you.
[Woman]
That guy, Fred, at that bar?
He asked me out.
[Woman #2]
Oh, God.
He took me to the Cadillac Bar.
It's a fun place...
if you're with the right people,
but I wasn't.
Well,
I'm starving.
No hidden meaning
in that remark.
Well, uh...
Would you like an oyster?
No.
Thank you.
It's good.
I think that is extremely rude,
noticing other women