ideas
that I left on your desk?
Morning, Mr. Strauss.
Yes, the blind foster home mother.
That was good.
I got Kahune on it.
Oh, yeah. Kahune. He큦 good.
Geller, we큩e been through this.
You큥e a great copy editor.
You큥e maybe my best copy editor.
You큥e not a reporter.
You큩e used of my ideas.
Gus, please.
Every Tom, Dick, and Harry
thinks he can write,...
but a journalist gets in there
wh
idea how much I love you.
- Yeah ? - Yeah.
- Well, will you stay with me no matter what ? - Of course, Charlie.
Well, what if l had to move to the Arctic, and you could never come home,
and you had to eat whale blubber for the rest of your life ?
- Would you still stay with me ? - Yeah, Id stay.
- But I hope that never happens. - Yeah, me too.
Well, by spring time,
they had made it official.
Boy,
ideas of du Teil, Bourcet and
Guibert.
EXT. DRILL FIELD - DAY
A calm, winter day, snow on the ground. Napoleon and
group go through the ordered drill of loading and firing a
musket. Their targets are painted figures of soldiers.
EXT. FIELD - DAY
The edge of a wood near Valence. A windy, spring day.
Napoleon and nine other young officers are gathered around
a leathery-looking Captain with steel sp
you have
your ass there.
Is that an order,
Staff Sergeant?
Its a fucking opportunity.
Its a fucking honor.
Its the best fucking job
in the Marine Corps.
Sounds good, Staff Sergeant.
Sounds good,
Staff Sergeant!
Sounds good.
Could I have my...
You know what?
I got a better idea.
You play any instruments?
I played the trumpet
in third grade,
Staff Sergeant.
Played the trumpet
in third grade?
ideas
when to get fancy.
Whiskey.
Come on. Eight years is a lot of gin.
They dont remember Velma.
- Who asked you to stick your face in?
- You did. Remember me?
Im the guy who came in with you, chunky.
Moose. The name is Moose.
On account of Im large.
- Moose Malloy. You heard of me, maybe?
- Maybe.
They changed it a lot.
There was a stage
where she worked and some booths.
You said that.
Im begin
ideas.
My own thoughts. My own ideas.
- Who would never make a fool of himself. - Never ever...
make a fool of myself. Even if he was blindly mimicking whatever I said.
Even if I was blindly...
Hey, punk. Be watchin you.
Smart guy.
Thank you. No problem.
Belly ring? No belly ring?
Its a cheerleading tryout. Theyre going to be looking at your moves,
not your body jewelry. Oh, I know.
But heres my
idea.
- Dont look at me! Its not my fault.
Well, you seem intent on distressing me...
Er...dont do that, darling, please.
Thats my sore bit.
You seem intent on distressing me,
so Im going to distress you.
You are to...to go to bed immediately.
Before supper?
Without supper.
Did he say without supper?
Never mind that.
Theres no more nannies.
Poor him...and poor them.
Poor them, my Aunt Fanny.
They
idea...
of what
to look for.
Hmm!
Unusual breed.
Very unusual.
Hmm!
Oh, surely not.
Well now,
what have we here?
Hmm.
Well, a little...
too short coupled.
Nope!
I say!
Well, I do say!
Now theres
a fancy breed.
Hmm.
Perhaps a little too fancy.
Yes, much too fancy.
Too old.
Too young.
It was a problem,
a realproblem.
Well, now thats
a bit more like it!
The most beautiful creature
on four legs!
Now
idea. I hate
myself when Im doing this sort of thing.
But this is just, you know...
This is not like that.
Its terrible. Listen,
you shouldnt ask me for advice.
When it comes to relationships, Im the
winner of the August Strindberg Award.
Well, I dont think is too young.
Beside that, shes a bright girl.
Youll get no argument from me.
I think shes terrific.
He could do a lot worse.
He has done a l
idea.
Look out!
Maniac!
Back to tree. Back to tree.
Back to the dog. Back to the dog!
-Basket! Three oclock.
-Which way is 3 oclock?
-This way.
-Guys, wait for me.
Wait up.
I still have baby fat, you know.
-Jump. Youve gotta really want it.
-I want it.
-I want it.
-I cant hang like this all day.
Will you jump already?
Muffins.
Gross. Is this his house?
No. Its his garbage can.
This must be where