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hwp Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Please. Please.
Dont worry. Dont worry.
Its utter chaos around here.
And Im terrified that
were running out of time.
Am I trying to be too perfect?
- Oh, but I want it to be so exquisite.
- So do we.
- But were trying to be too exquisite.
- Why not aim for the stars?
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- We do need some answers on the flowers.
- Ah, yes, freesia, freesia.
Everywhere freesia.
Daddy loves freesia.
Good morning. Good morning.
Oh. Hello. Hi.
- Lights?
- "Lights."
Not too bright and not too dark.
Im looking for
a saffron glow,
sort of tea-dance s.
If food is the prose of a party,
then lights are its poetry.
It works. If food is the prose
of a party, lights are its poetry.
I like that. If music were the food of
love, play on. Im going out of my mind.
Good morning, Mr. Parrish.
- What do you think of all this, Helen?
- Its gonna be beautiful.
And Allison says
the president may come.
- The presidents got better things to do than come to my birthday party.
- Like what?
- Daddy? Do you have a minute?
- Good morning, Allison.
Not much more.
Big day in the big city.
- Whats on your mind?
- Fireworks. Update:
- We are constructing the
number on the barge. - Mm-hmm.
Archers from the State College of New
Paltz will shoot flaming arrows at it.
When it catches fire, it will give us
the effect of a Viking funeral,
but with none of the morbidity.
The Hudson River Authority says that for
you, theyll make a special dispensation.
But, of course,
there will be an overtime bill...
for the Poughkeepsie
Fire Department.
So, what do you think?
Good? No good?
Allison, I trust you.
This is your thing.
But its your birthday.
I hate arrows. They make me nervous.
- Good morning, Dad.
- Good morning, honey.
- Morning.
- Morning. Youre "Honey." Im "Allison."
Oh.
Dad, Drew called from the helicopter,
and theyre still two minutes away.
- Drews aboard?
- Mm-hmm.
He wanted to ride
back down with you.
Why dont you sit down, relax, and get
some food in that flat tummy of yours.
- Are you coming?
- No.
Youve got patients to attend to.
Ive got three hysterical chefs,
one of whom loves truffles,
the other one hates truffles,
and the third one doesnt
even know what truffles are.
- I hate parties.
- But, Daddy, calm down.
Youre gonna love it.
I swear.
Isnt it enough to be on the Earth for
years without having to be reminded of it?
No.
Will you relax?
I know its a big deal day.
- Howd you know that?
- Drew told me.
Does he tell you everything?
I hope so.
You like him, dont you?
Yep, I guess so.
- I dont want to interfere, but, uh...
- Then dont.
Well, here comes our boy now.
Shall we?
- Okay.
- Hello, beautiful.
Hi.
Good morning, Drew.
Thanks for coming up.
Well, big day. Wanted to line up
a few ducks before kickoff.
Any thoughts, last minute refinements,
variations, anything?
Thoughts, no.
I did hear a voice last night.
- A voice?
- In my sleep.
- Whatd it say?
- "Yes."
- Yes to the deal?
- Maybe. Who knows?
You know how voices are.
Hmm? I thank you, Delia.
Okay, lets go.
Delia, your pen.
- Hi, Bill. How you doin?
- Morning, Quince.
- Im doin great, and you?
- Oh, Im great.
- This is it, "B-day."
- Huh? Sorry.
Bontecou day.
Were gonna close... with Big John.
Look at you, Bill.
Youre all cool as a cat.
Over at Bontecous, Ill bet
hes just shittin in his pants.
Remember, everybody,
big meeting tonight at Daddys.
Dinner. You, too, Drew.
We have lots of loose ends.
- Not my birthday again?
- Youre only once, Dad.
Thank God.
Now lets get the day started.
Remember,
dinner in the city at Daddys!
Mm-hmm. Its so ridiculous.
Do you love Drew?
No, dont do anything.
Just stay exactly where...
- Do you love Drew?
- Hes not gonna get a better offer than that.
- You mean, like you loved Mom?
- Forget about me and Mom.
- Are you gonna marry him?
- Oh, come on.
Im probably.
Listen, Im crazy about the guy.
Hes smart. Hes aggressive.
He could carry Parrish Communications
into the st century and me along with it.
Mm-hmm. So, whats wrong with that?
Thats for me.
Im talking about you.
Its not what you say about Drew.
Its what you dont say.
Maybe youre not listening.
Oh, yes, I am.
Give him whatever he wants.
Theres not an ounce of excitement,
not a... whisper of a thrill.
And this relationship has
all the passion of a pair of titmice.
I want you to get
swept away out there.
I want you to levitate.
I want you to...
sing with rapture
and dance like a dervish.
- Oh, thats all.
- Yeah. Be deliriously happy,
or at least
leave yourself open to be.
Okay.
"Be deliriously happy."
I shall, uh...
I shall do my utmost.
I know its a cornball thing.
But love is passion,
obsession,
someone you cant live without.
I say, fall head over heels.
Find someone you can love like crazy
and who will love you the same way back.
How do you find him? Well, you forget
your head, and you listen to your heart.
And Im not hearing any heart.
Cause the truth is, honey, theres
no sense living your life without this.
To make the journey
and not fall deeply i
