(HARRY SITS AT THE TABLE, DRINKING COFFEE, READING THE PAPER. DRESSED FOR WORK. DREYFUSS ENTERS FROM THE LIVING ROOM.)
HARRY: Morning, Dreyf. You have a good night? I had kind of a weird dream. I was lecturing before a group of very distinguished physicians, and all I had on was my underwear. I was so embarrassed, I apologized to everyone and then flew out the window. Unfortunately, I hit some turbulence, my shorts blew off, and the next thing I knew Michelle Pfieffer and I were sharing a donut...
(CAROL ENTERS FROM UPSTAIRS. DREYFUSS LIES DOWN.)
CAROL: Morning, Daddy. HARRY: Morning, dear. How was your date last night? CAROL: Well, he took me out to dinner at a very expensive restaurant, which he felt entitled him to certain liberties. HARRY: Oh? CAROL: So we discussed it for awhile, and then I kneed him in the groin. HARRY: Honey, I�m sorry. CAROL: Don�t be. It was one of my better dates.
(HARRY REACTS, AS BARBARA ENTERS DOWN THE STAIRS.)
BARBARA: Morning, all.
(HARRY AND CAROL AD LIB �MORNING�S)
BARBARA (CONT�D): What�s going on? HARRY: Your sister was telling me about her date. BARBARA: Was that the guy doubled up on the lawn? CAROL: Yes. BARBARA: He was cute.
CHARLEY (ESPECIALLY UPBEAT): Hello, Westons. Gosh, gee, it�s a beautiful day! The sun is shining, not a cloud in the sky, the whipporwills are � BARBARA (AHEAD OF HIM): Get lucky last night, Charley? CHARLEY (IMMEDIATELY): Bingo! It�s true what they say about Swedish babes: they love when you write dirty words on their bodies in aerosol cheese. HARRY: Charley, no one has ever said that about Swedish women. CHARLEY: Really? Hmm. You think maybe it was one of those party tips on the side of the can? (THEN) Anyway, that�s not why I�m here. I�m here to wish you folks a happy anniversary. HARRY: What anniversary? CHARLEY: Today is exactly two years since Barbara and Carol moved back in the house. HARRY: Really, two years? BARBARA: It sure has gone fast. CAROL: It sure has. HARRY: Charley, why would you remember the exact day the girls moved back? CHARLEY: Several reasons. One: when they moved in, your refrigerator suddenly became worth raiding. Two: young women at the breakfast table, which means there�s always the chance of a loose fitting robe, a dropped fork, a � HARRY (CUTTING HIM OFF): Out! CHARLEY: But I didn�t finish telling you my reasons. HARRY: Out! CHARLEY: Just as well. I only had the two. Happy anniversary.
(CHARLEY EXITS, AND WE:)
(DISSOLVE TO:) ACT ONE
INT. NURSES� STATION � SAME DAY (Harry, Mrs. Knox, Laverne, Timmy)
(HARRY EXITS THE EXAM ROOM WITH A LITTLE BOY, TIMMY AND HIS MOTHER. TIMMY HAS SEVERAL PIECES OF TOILET PAPER STUCK TO HIS FACE.)
HARRY: Timmy, it�s normal for you to want to be just like your Daddy. But I think you may be rushing this shaving thing. MRS. KNOX: Timmy, why don�t you wait out there.
(TIMMY EXITS TO WAITING ROOM.)
MRS. KNOX (CONT�D): So, he�s okay, Doctor? HARRY: Oh, he�s fine, Mrs. Knox. Timmy�s going through what psychologists call �identification.� It�s when a boy idealizes his father and wants to be just like him. MRS. KNOX: Really? HARRY: I went through the same thing myself when I was his age. Thought my dad was the greatest thing in the world. It�s a perfectly normal phase that we all grow out of. MRS. KNOX: That�s a relief. What line of work was your father in? HARRY: He was a pediatrician.
(NOT TOTALLY REASSURED, MRS. KNOX EXITS. HARRY CROSSES TO NURSES� STATION.)
HARRY (CONT�D): That one took kind of a right turn on me. LAVERNE (PRODUCING A BOX): Your cake arrived. HARRY: Oh great. (HE OPENS THE BOX.) �Happy two year anniversary.� Oh, I like that. This will be a nice surprise for the girls. Thanks for taking care of this, Laverne. LAVERNE: Oh, and here�s a card.
(SHE HANDS CARD TO HARRY, HE READS IT.)
HARRY: �Congratulations on your bar mitzvah.� What�s this? LAVERNE: They didn�t have any cards celebrating two adult daughters still living at home. HARRY: We don�t need a card. LAVERNE (RE: CARD): Then I�ll take that. Nurse Horowitz�s boy�s about to become a man. I�m having trouble deciding on the most appropriate gift. I don�t know whether to give him a coonskin cap, or to plant a tree in his name in the Moishe Dayan Memorial Forest. HARRY: Jump ball.
(DISSOLVE TO: ) ACT ONE
INT. HARRY�S KITCHEN � THAT EVENING (Carol, Barbara, Harry, Dreyfuss)
(CAROL IS ABOUT TO OPEN A CAN OF DOG FOOD FOR DREYFUSS.)
CAROL: Hang on, Dreyfuss. You�ll have your dinner in just a second.
(BUT THEN SHE PUTS THE CAN OPENER DOWN, HER MIND ELSEWHERE.)
CAROL (CONT�D): Two years, Dreyfuss. Two years I�ve been living at home now. How could this have happened? This was supposed to be a transitional move. I was a little lonely, I needed a safe haven. A few months at the most. Just long enough to get my career in order and meet the right man � a professor, or a psychologist, or maybe someone in the arts given to erratic mood swings. Yet here I am, two years later, living in the same house I grew up in. How did things go so wrong? Are there just no good men out there, or is it me? Maybe I�m not really ready for a relationship. Maybe I�m still recovering from the wounds of my marriage. Oh, Dreyfuss, it was so bad � the lies, the cheating. The amazing thing is that I was surprised by it. God knows he gave me enough clues. Like that Freudian slip he made when he said another woman�s name during our wedding vows. But I stayed with him for five years. I�ve never told anyone this before, Dreyfuss, but I knew what he was doing. I always knew. I guess I was just scared of being alone. Having someone � even someone horrible � was better than nothing. I�ve always been afraid of the unknown, of taking risks. That�s the one thing I admire about Barbara � she just plunges ahead, never worrying about the consequences. I like to believe she can do that, not because she�s brave, but because she�s stupid. You know when I think about it, Dreyfuss, I guess that�s what my life boils down to � playing it safe. That must be what I�m still doing in this house � playing it safe.
BARBARA: Hi, Carol. What�s going on? CAROL: Nothing. I�m going to wash up for dinner. Would you mind feeding Dreyfuss?
(DREYFUSS PERKS UP.)
BARBARA: Sure. CAROL: Thanks.
(CAROL EXITS UPSTAIRS. BARBARA OPENS THE CAN OF DOG FOOD, BUT BEFORE SHE POURS IT IN THE BOWL: )
BARBARA: Dreyfuss, this two year thing is really bothering me.
(DREYFUSS REACTS. THIS IS NOT A GOOD DAY FOR HIM. BARBARA OPENS THE CAN.)
BARBARA (CONT�D): I�ve always thought of myself as real independent, but look at me. I�m twenty-eight years old and still living at home. Course I never would have moved back if it wasn�t for that credit card trouble, which really wasn�t my fault. Those cards are so pretty with the holograms and stuff, it�s easy to forget you�re gonna be billed every month. (CONSIDERS) Boy, a lot of real bad stuff happens once a month. Weird. (THEN) Anyway, I�ve never been good with money � not like Carol. She balances her checkbook to the penny. (BEAT) She makes me sick. (THEN) You know what I love to do to her, Dreyfuss? Late at night, when everyone�s asleep, I go around the house making all the pictures and paintings a little off-center. Not much � just a little. Drives her crazy. (THEN, MAD AT HERSELF.) What is wrong with me, Dreyfuss? Two years I�ve been here. I can imagine myself at sixty, still the same � perky, upbeat, carefree Barbara. (THEN) I�ll tell you a secret, Dreyfuss. I�m not as perky and upbeat and carefree as Daddy and Carol htink I am. I mean I feel sad and lonely and lots of other stuff. But something happens when I walk through that door. It�s like I leave all those feelings outside. I don�t know � it�s sort of like we all have our roles in this family. Daddy�s role is to take care of us and protect us. Carol�s role is to run the house, and be a big nut and always be depressed and have a million problems. And my role is to be perky and upbeat and carefree. I�d like to be able to bring some of those other feelings into the house, but I don�t think they could handle it. Let�s face it, Carol practically sucks the life out of all of us as it is. So I�ve got to be perky and upbeat and carefree. But, I�ll tell you, Dreyfuss, it�s a tough role to play.
(HARRY ENTERS THROUGH THE KITCHEN DOOR. HE�S GOT A SHOPPING BAG.)
HARRY: Hi, Barbara. BARBARA: Hi, Daddy. HARRY: Your sister home? BARBARA: She�s upstairs. HARRY: Why don�t you get her and come back down here. BARBARA: Okay. (SHE STARTS FOR THE STAIRS, THEN) Oh, would you feed Dreyfuss? HARRY: Sure.
(BARBARA FUTZES WITH A PICTURE AND EXITS UPSTAIRS.)
HARRY (CONT�D): You haven�t eaten yet? You must be hungry.
(HARRY TAKES THE CAKE AND A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE FROM THE BAG, GETS THREE GLASSES, OPENS THE CHAMPAGNE AND POURS SOME IN THE GLASSES, DURING THE FOLLOWING:)
HARRY (CONT�D): Dreyfuss, isn�t this great? Two years the girls have been here now. Remember when they first moved in? I had a few things to learn about being a father to two adult daughters. I learned that threatening to cut off their allowance doesn�t pack quite the wallop that it once did. And yet strangely enough, �Stop that, or no dessert!� seems to be timeless. Let�s face it, Dreyfuss, I�ve become a pretty good dad.
(THE GIRLS ENTER DOWN THE STAIRS.)
BARBARA (RE: CHAMPAGNE AND CAKE): What�s all this?
(CAROL ALMOST UNCONSCIOUSLY STRAIGHTENS THE PICTURE.)
HARRY: It�s two years since you girls moved back home. I thought a celebration was in order. Okay, a toast...(HARRY RAISES HIS GLASS, THE GIRLS DO THE SAME.) Here�s to two wonderful years with my two wonderful daughters. (THEY CLINK GLASSES AND TAKE A SIP.) Carol, why don�t you say something. CAROL: Okay...let me think...okay, I�ve got something...(RAISING GLASS.) I�m moving out. BARBARA: Me too.
(THE GIRLS CLINK GLASSES, AND AS DREYFUSS AND A VERY CONFUSED HARRY REACT, WE:)
END OF ACT ONE ACT TWO
INT. HARRY�S KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER (Harry, Barbara, Carol, Dreyfuss)
(ALL ARE AS THEY WERE.)
HARRY: I don�t get it. I was just toasting �two wonderful years with my two wonderful daughters,� and suddenly you both announce you�re moving out. BARBARA: That�s right. CAROL (TO BARBARA): By the way, you�re not moving just because I am? BARBARA: No. Actually, that almost made me reconsider. HARRY: I still don�t know what�s going on here. Shouldn�t we talk about this? CAROL: It�s for the best, Daddy. BARBARA: Yeah.
(THE GIRLS EXIT UPSTAIRS.)
HARRY: Dreyf, Dreyf. I really need to talk about this one. I know they�re adults, and they should be able to live their lives how they want. I just hate to see them go. I do so like being their Daddy. When Carol comes home from a bad date, I like being here to comfort her, to put my arm around her and tell her it�ll be okay. Or when Barbara�s had a bad day at target practice, I like to give her a hug and tell her, �Don�t worry, baby, next time you�ll put one right through his brain.� Okay, that�s not a great example, but you know what I mean. You see, Dreyfuss, when they were little, I missed out on a lot of this stuff. I was young, I was caught up in my practice, I was working day and night. I didn�t have time to be a real father. Now I do, and I love it, and they�re leaving. (REALIZING.) Oh God, listen to me, Dreyfuss. I�m talking about what�s good for me, not what�s good for them. The last thing I want to do is stand in the way of their happiness...Well, if moving out is what they want, I�ll just keep my mouth shut, and act like I couldn�t be happier for them. (THEN) But between us, Dreyf...I�m sure going to miss them.
(AS HARRY FEEDS DREYFUSS, AND THINKS ABOUT THIS, WE:)
(HARRY SITS AT THE TABLE. DREYFUSS IS THERE. CAROL COMES DOWN THE STAIRS WITH THE CLASSIFIED SECTION OF THE PAPER.)
HARRY: Morning, baby. You�re up early. CAROL: I�m off to check out a �roommate wanted� ad. HARRY: Another one? CAROL: Yes. But this lady�s ad sounds very promising.
(SHE HANDS PAPER TO HARRY.)
HARRY (READS): �Forty-three-year-old, non-smoking, depressive female seeks like-minded roommate to share large, lonely two bedroom apartment with view of cemetery. Gas stove.� CAROL: What do you think? HARRY: I think they�re going to want last month�s rent in advance. CAROL: Bye, Daddy.
(SHE KISSES HIM GOODBYE, AND EXITS, AS BARBARA COMES DOWN THE STAIRS.)
BARBARA: Morning, Daddy. HARRY: Morning, dear. BARBARA: Where�s Carol going? HARRY: She�s looking at apartments again. BARBARA: I guess I�m pretty lucky to have found one so quickly. But being a policewoman does have its perks. HARRY: So when is it you can move in? BARBARA: Well, they got the body out yesterday. Now they just have to dust for prints. Probably this weekend. HARRY: Sounds great. BARBARA: It�s a really neat place, Daddy. It�s got a nice patio, and a fireplace. Of course I�ll have to buy a new poker. They kept that as evidence. HARRY: Half the fun is decorating. BARBARA: Bye.
(SHE EXITS, CROSSING CHARLEY, AND THEY AD LIB �HELLO.�)
CHARLEY: Hi, buddy. I came by because I figure you�re feeling pretty low about Barbara moving out. HARRY: Carol�s moving, too. CHARLEY: Always looking for that silver lining, aren�t you? HARRY: Charley, I�m happy for the girls. CHARLEY: Well, it�s about time they�re finally moving. And look at the advantages: Once they�re out of the house, you can dance naked. HARRY: Lovely. I�m going to work now, Charley. CHARLEY: You mean you�re gonna be out of the house, and I�ll be here all alone?
(STARTS TO UNDO A BUTTON ON HIS CUFF.)
HARRY: Charley! CHARLEY: What? (THEN) All right.
(HARRY EXITS. CHARLEY CROSSES TO DREYFUSS ON THE LANDING.)
CHARLEY (CONT�D) (TO DREYFUSS): It�s not going to be the same around here without the girls, Dreyfuss. I didn�t want to say anything in front of Harry, because, you know, I�m real sensitive that way. Plus, at his age, there�s always the chance he won�t even notice they�re gone. You know, I think of the Westons as kind of like, well, pieces of furniture. Harry�s like this big, comfortable leather chair. And Barbara�s like one of those fun, modern love seats. And Carol�s like, I don�t know, a big, clunky floor lamp, with one of those broken bulbs that keeps flickering. Now what�s interesting about these (MAKING QUOTE SIGNS WITH HIS FINGERS) �pieces of furniture,� is that when you put them together as a set, somehow they�re really terrific. (REALIZING) Hey, this is crazy sharing my private thoughts with a dog. So help me, if you tell anybody about this. Well, it�s just going to be your word against mine.
(ON DREYFUSS� REACTION, WE:)
(DISSOLVE TO:) ACT TWO
INT. NURSES� STATION - SAME DAY (Laverne, Harry, Mrs. Knox, Timmy)
(LAVERNE IS THERE. HARRY ENTERS FROM HIS OFFICE.)
LAVERNE: Doctor, Barbara called, said she�d be late tonight. She�s working undercover for vice, posing as someone named Mistress Jaqueline. HARRY: What else? LAVERNE: Carol called. She took the apartment, and she moves in Sunday. In her words, �the view of the cemetery is to die for.� HARRY: So both girls will be moving this weekend.
(TIMMY�S MOTHER ENTERS FROM WAITING ROOM.)
HARRY (CONT�D): Hello, Mrs. Knox. How�s Timmy? MRS. KNOX: I�m not sure. HARRY: What do you mean? MRS. KNOX: You know how you said it�s normal for a boy his age to try and be like his father, to �identify� with him? HARRY: Right. MRS. KNOX: Well, Timmy�s definitely identifying with his father. It�s just that, well, judge for yourself. (CALLING INTO WAITING ROOM.) Timmy.
(TIMMY ENTERS. HE WEARS A CONSERVATIVE BUSINESS SUIT AND TIE AND CARRIES AN ATTACHE CASE.)
TIMMY (SHAKING HARRY'S HAND): Harry, good to see you again.
(MRS. KNOX GIVES HARRY A LOOK.)
HARRY (INDICATING EXAM ROOM): Timmy, why don�t you and I have a little chat.
(AS HE CROSSES TO EXAM ROOM:)
TIMMY: Good idea. Now then, Doctor, I�d like to talk to you about term life insurance. Let�s face it, at your age these decisions can�t be put off any longer...
(TIMMY AND HARRY ENTER THE EXAM ROOM, AS LAVERNE AND TIMMY�S MOTHER EXCHANGE A LOOK, WE:)
(DISSOLVE TO:) ACT TWO
INT. HARRY�S LIVING ROOM/KITCHEN - THAT NIGHT (Harry, Barbara, Charley, Carol, Laverne, Dreyfuss)
(HARRY AND CAROL SIT ON THE COUCH, READING THE PAPER. DREYFUSS IS THERE.)
HARRY: Honey, could you hand me the sports section, please?
(BARBARA ENTERS THE FRONT DOOR, DRESSED AS A DOMINATRIX.)
BARBARA: Hi. HARRY (AMAZINGLY CALM): Barbara, dear, considering you�re going to be moving out in a couple of days, and you won�t have to put up with your old dad much longer, could I say just one thing? BARBARA: Sure, Daddy. HARRY (BLOWING): What the hell are you doing dressed like that?! It�s a disgrace. CHARLEY (ENTERING THROUGH KITCHEN DOOR): I don�t know. I like it. HARRY: Out! CHARLEY (IMMEDIATELY): Right.
BARBARA: Daddy, it�s part of an undercover operation. You know what�s amazing is how many men like being dominated. This one guy actually wanted to pay me money to lick my shoes. HARRY: Good, honey. Details. That�s what your daddy wants to hear. BARBARA: I�m going to change.
(BARBARA EXITS UP THE STAIRS.)
CAROL: I�m going to get some boxes from the garage, so I can start packing.
(CAROL EXITS THROUGH KITCHEN DOOR.)
HARRY: Oh, Dreyf, you hear that? She�s going to start packing. My girls are moving out. Well I�m not going to let them. (CATCHING HIMSELF) No, no, it�s what they want. I�ve got to keep my mouth shut.
HARRY (CONT�D): Carol, honey, you okay? CAROL: I was starting to get the boxes, when I thought about that man who wanted to lick Barbara�s shoes. HARRY: I know, dear. It�s a very upsetting though. CAROL: You�re telling me. I can barely get a date, and she�s got men tongue-kissing her footwear.
(CAROL STARTS SOBBING, HARRY COMFORTS HER.)
HARRY: Carol, baby, it�s okay. I�m sure there are plenty of men out there who�d love to lick your shoes. (HARRY EXCHANGES A LOOK WITH DREYFUSS.) Hey, what about that guy the other night? The one you kneed in the groin. He wanted you. CAROL: You�re right. He did. He wanted to do some terrible things to me. HARRY: There you go. (THEN) Look, you dry your eyes. I�ll get those boxes for you.
(HE EXITS THROUGH THE KITCHEN DOOR.)
CAROL: God, he�s wonderful father. I�m going to miss him, Dreyfuss. But I�ve got to leave. It�s time to move on. Though for the life of me, I can�t remember why. (THEN) Oh yes, �playing it safe.� That�s right. It�s time for me to start taking risks. But I don�t know why I can�t take risks while I�m still living at home. Doesn�t it make more sense to do that when you�ve got the support of a loving faily around you? (THEN) But obviously Daddy thinks it�s time for us to leave, or he would have tried to stop us. Wouldn�t he?
(HARRY ENTERS FROM GARAGE WITH BOXES.)
HARRY: Here you go. So, what do you want me to do with these, dear? CAROL: I don�t know, Daddy. What do you suggest I do with those...moving boxes.
HARRY: Honey, I promised myself I wasn�t going to say anything, but since you asked, I think you should stop packing and...
CAROL (HOPEFUL): Yes? HARRY: Hire a couple of movers. CAROL (TEARY): Thanks, Daddy. Great tip.
(SHE EXITS UPSTAIRS, CROSSING BARBARA, WHO COMES DOWNSTAIRS.)
BARBARA: Ooh, Daddy, I could use some boxes, too. HARRY: Right.
BARBARA: Did you hear the way Daddy yelled at me before? It was so sweet. I like it when he does that. I like when he worries about me, and I think I�d miss that a lot. Dreyfuss, maybe this moving isn�t such a great idea. Maybe this family could handle me not always being perky and upbeat and carefree. I�d like to give it a try. The only problem is it seems Daddy wants us to move. He sure hasn�t tried to talk us out of it. (HOPEFUL) Unless I�m reading him wrong.
(HARRY ENTERS FROM THE KITCHEN WITH SOME MORE MOVING BOXES.)
BARBARA (CONT�D): Daddy, can I ask you something? HARRY (IMMEDIATELY): Movers. Hire movers. Only way to go.
(HARRY CROSSES TO THE DOOR. CAROL ENTERS DOWN THE STAIRS. HARRY OPENS THE DOOR TO REVEAL LAVERNE, WHO HOLDS A BOTTLE OF WINE.)
HARRY (CONT�D): Laverne. Hi. LAVERNE: Sorry to bother you folks, but I wanted to give you this wine to celebrate your new living arrangements. HARRY: That�s sweet, Laverne. Thank you. LAVERNE (HANDING BOTTLE TO HARRY): It�s Manishewitz. I think that Horowitz bar mitzvah�s been kinda playing with my mind. HARRY: We appreciate it. LAVERNE: So, a few days from now, you gals�ll both be living in your very own apartments. You must be pretty excited. CAROL: Oh yes. BARBARA: Real excited. LAVERNE (TO HARRY): And you�ll finally have this place to yourself. HARRY: Righty-o. LAVERNE (RE: WINE, TO HARRY): Why don�t you open that. I�ll get some glasses. HARRY: I need the corkscrew. LAVERNE: No you don�t
(WE GO WITH LAVERNE INTO THE KITCHEN. DREYFUSS FOLLOWS HER INSIDE.)
INT. HARRY�S KITCHEN � CONTINUOUS
(AS SHE GETS GLASSES, AND CLEANS THEM OUT SHE TALKS TO DREYFUSS.)
LAVERNE (CONT�D): Well, if I ever saw three people who didn�t want to leave each other, it�s them. I�m not sure I approve of kids that old still living at home, but I remember how Doctor Weston was before they moved in. And I remember how they were. And there�s no getting around it � they belong together. Course it doesn�t surprise me none that they can�t see the obvious. But what does confound me is that, frankly, Dreyfuss, I thought you had better sense.
(DREYFUSS REACTS, AS LAVERNE EXITS INTO THE LIVING ROOM.)
INT. HARRY�S LIVING ROOM � CONTINUOUS
(LAVERNE PLACES THREE GLASSES ON THE COFFEE TABLE.)
HARRY: Laverne, there are only three glasses. LAVERNE: I know. I gotta run. Well, L�chaim.
(THEY AD LIB �GOODBYE�S AND �THANK YOU�S AS SHE EXITS. THEN: )
HARRY: Well, shall we toast?
(HARRY POURS WINE IN THEIR GLASSES, THEN RAISES HIS.)
HARRY (CONT�D): Here�s to my two wonderful daughters, who �
(SUDDENLY DREYFUSS ENTERS, BARKING.)
BARBARA: What is it, Dreyf? CAROL: Daddy, what�s wrong with him? HARRY: You know how sensitive he is. Maybe he�s upset about the move. CAROL: I bet you�re right. BARBARA: That makes sense. HARRY: Well, he�ll adjust. CAROL: Why chance it? I�m staying.
(PUTTING GLASS DOWN.)
BARBARA: Me, too.
(PUTTING GLASS DOWN.)
HARRY: What?! CAROL: Don�t make us go, Daddy. HARRY: What go, make you? What are you talking about? I hate the thought of you leaving. BARBARA: You do? Why didn�t you say something? HARRY: Because I thought you both wanted to move. CAROL: Not anymore. BARBARA: We want to stay. HARRY: Okay, but if you ever put me through anything like this again...no dessert.
(THEY LAUGH AND HUG. WE PAN TO DREYFUSS, AND WE: )
END OF ACT TWO
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