social
thing. Are there like--gangs,
or...?
PILAR starts to put the poster up. CELIE moves to hold it
in place for her.
PILAR
We havent had any serious
violence, if thats what you mean.
Weve got a pretty lively mix
though--you walk into the cafeteria
and the Anglo kids are in one
section, the Mexican kids in
another and the Black kids have a
table in the back--thanks--
CELIE
So Blacks are--
PILAR
Imagine!
Its nearly years old.
Lets go.
Oh, a flat tire!
When I was little,
I used to run off.
Not Alberto.
He was always more obedient.
One day,
when Id stayed out too long...
near the Wall of the Angels...
riding on bike handlebars
with a gang of boys...
when I got home,
I found my parents in such despair...
that I decided to be good.
- I never ran off again.
- I thought you only rode with me!
social
security number, asshole.
She works for you.
Hes a dream
Hes a dream
Hes a dream
One cheese, medium. Fries.
Two plain, rare,
tomato and onions.
One pastrami on kaiser.
Mayo, no mustard.
- Whats a pimple on a Polacks ass?
- I need that BLT on rye, Richie.
A brain tumour.
- Richie.
- Whats this?
Come on, Richie.
A lesbian with a hard-on.
lm terrific, right?
You can tell me. I can take it.
M
imagine,
a horse can add its sufferings together...
the non-stop jerks and jabs
that are its daily life...
and turn them...
into grief?
What use is grief...
to a horse?
You see...
Im lost.
What use, l should be asking, are questions
like these to an overworked psychiatrist...
in a provincial hospital?
Theyre worse than useless.
They are, in fact...
subversive.
The thing is...
I wearing that horse
socialism.
(sighing)
Annie and I broke up and I-I still cant get my mind around that. You know, I-I keep sifting the pieces of the relationship through my mind and-and examining my life and tryin to figure out wheredid the screw-up come, you know, and a year ago we were... tsch, in love. You know, and-and-and... And its funny, Im not-Im not a morose type. Im not a depressive character. I-I-I, u
imagine you know that.
- They hate it.
- Sir?
- Its like a dentists office out there. Why?
- I wouldnt say they hate it, sir.
- What do you think? Do you like it?
- Ive just been hired here, sir.
- Yes or no? Im not bothered.
- Im not really qualified to...
- Do you like it? Is it crap?
- Crap, sir?
- Go on, say it. Just say it.
Its shite, isnt it? Go on. Say it.
- Dont know if Im...
- "Its bulls
IMAGINING THINGS.
THATS WHAT YOU THINK.
ONE OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD
CHILDREN
JUST TRIED
TO MURDER ME.
I WAS SITTING
IN MY ROOM
APPLYING NAIL POLISH,
AND ONE OF THEM
FIRED A RIFLE AT ME.
OH, MISS GRAVEL.
ITS TRUE.
I MUST GET THE CHILDREN
BEFORE THEYRE KIDNAPPED.
GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY.
GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY.
BETH?
BOSLEY JR.?
BOSLEY JR.?
BREATHE IN.
[INHALES]
DO IT AGAIN.
NOW LET ME DO IT.
BREATHE IN.
[TAKES D
Imagine the Grand Canyon under
forty thousand feet of water. But the Sulu Basin is ten times the size
of the Grand Canyon. Down here, ten thousand fathoms below the storm,
all is calm.
The dual TURBO-PROPS on the ear of the submersible KICK ON. The
Bathysaphe is now mobile. It glides down the side of an enormous rock
face, carefully avoiding massive sandstone pinnacles which jut up from
the ocean
social work.
Ill prove
Im a worthy Komsomol.
Youve been accepted into
the Komsomol? Wheres the badge?
There arent any more.
Stalinist puppet!
You know what would happen
if I reported that?
Bastards!
The landowners and the bourgeois
keep the people in ignorance.
They encourage
religious superstitions...
and with the help of the popes,
priests, and rabbis...
they smother
all revolutionary instinct.
social infection
that doesnt go away.
Plus, I think he got shot in the ass,
but I cant confirm that.
Anyway, hes the man
that you dont want to aggravate.
- Ed, are you always this happy?
- Cronauer!
- Sir!
- At ease. Im General Taylor.
- Hiya, General.
- A real pleasure.
Listen, if you have any problems
here now, you come see me.
Im the tallest hog
in the trough around here.
- Garlick, have yo