at them fat bastards!
Bastards!
Breakfast, everyone!
Damn filthy sons of bitches.
That dirty, dirty...
Crapped all over the roof.
I think I winged one of them, though!
Come on, now. Hurry up. Everything's hot.
Mother, he's scaring the neighborhood
half to death.
He's like his brother Patrick,
only not as good a shot.
- He shouldn't do that.
- It's all right. He never hurts anything.
It gives him something to do.
That's right, Richard. Just sit down.
- Daddy, aren't you having breakfast?
- No. I already had a little something.
I'll be upstairs taking care of a few things.
Excuse me.
- Mom, is Dad all right?
- Yes.
This is the time of day he locks himself
in the bathroom with those magazines.
- Can I help you?
- No, you just relax.
I've got a surprise for Richard.
Grits! I made you some grits.
- Just the way you southerners like it.
- Thank you.
I hate grits. What will I do with this stuff?
She's been up since 6:00
making them. You are gonna eat it.
Happy-go-lucky you, saying it over
the grapefruit. Why don't you eat it?
Come on. She's so happy.
You have to eat it. Can't do this to her.
Richard, how do you like it?
It's very good.
I called Mrs. O'Leary for the recipe.
She's very interested
in your work in Hollywood.
I told her about the new play
you've written.
Mother, it's a screenplay.
It's for the movies.
- Does that look like I ate some?
- No.
- Let me have your napkin.
- What?
Oh, God! That's disgusting!
You might as well finish it.
No one else here eats this stuff.
I'm so thrilled about
our anniversary celebration.
It's going to be a lovely party.
Richard said that he might have to
go back a little early.
Oh, dear. Richard, is that right?
We have to do some rewrites.
I don't know what to say.
It would just kill your father.
Last night he actually cried
like a little boy.
He was so happy
that you two had got married...
and came back to help celebrate our 40th.
Well, I can't possibly tell him.
Richard, could you do it?
It isn't definite that we have to go back.
There's a possibility
that I could make a call.
I'm so happy!
Please continue eating, Richard.
We don't stand on ceremony here.
Daddy, Mom and I are going out shopping.
We'll be back around 3:00.
If Richard comes before then,
would you tell him?
- Do you need anything?
- No, nothing.
- Goodbye, Mrs. Riley. See you later.
- Goodbye, Daddy.
So long.
- Shoot it.
- All right, you guys. Another face-off!
Never play for the Sabers like that.
Let's hustle.
Be careful, Mother. Here.
- Eleanor!
- There's Mrs. O'Leary.
I want to thank her for the recipe.
I will be right back.
Mother, wait, let me take that.
You go on in now. I'll be fine.
Be careful, Mother. Mother!
Get away from me!
Quiet! Someone will hear you!
Get away from me!
Daddy, what are you doing?
- It was a mistake. I slipped on the thing.
- It wasn't my fault.
- I was just doing the cleaning!
- Hold on.
That man is insane.
Please try and understand my father's
been very sick. He's had a stroke.
I am going to get out of here.
As soon as I finish those other rooms.
I always finish the job.
Where you going? What's wrong?
Go back to the house. Leave me alone.
- I need to...
- What?
- I don't know.
- What happened?
I don't want to tell you now.
- It's your parents?
- No. They're fine.
Just go back to the house.
And don't tell them...
Don't say any...
Don't ask them what's wrong, okay?
Please don't do that.
Yes?
My, it's hot in here.
Your father told me about the maid.
Are you all right?
Are you?
Yes.
That was our third maid.
I think it's wonderful he keeps trying.
You are some old broad.
Don't be disrespectful.
I just hope it hasn't frightened you
about marriage.
Everything frightens me
about marriage, Mother.
It must be frightening.
At least in my day,
we knew what the roles were.
But if you love each other,
that's all that matters.
Marriage isn't to blame for what happened
this