comfort his friend and does not recognize, as the poet does, the ironic discrepancy between the comfort he intends and the lack of comfort he actually offers, for not being able to have one's hair soiled is hardly consolation for having it shaved off! In line 24 the boy's words are an expression of a childlike trust that the poet, with more experience of the world, knows to be unfounded: the poem
comfortable enough with my sexuality
- to wear something like this, you know?
- Looks good on you.
- Hey, whats up?
- Take off the apron now.
- Sorry.
- Where do we start?
Okay, uh, hand out
these shrimp balls.
There has got to be
a better name for those.
- I dont think its that bad of a name.
- Whats wrong with the name?
I said, I say,
sometimes we look back...
- Oh my God, thats him.
- Whoa! W
comfortable today?
- Marry me?
- Wow.
No, I have my own bus pass.
Well, then how could I refuse?
Let me just call my sister and see if
I can borrow her dress. You sit tight.
Keep an eye on my fianc,
and decrease his morphine drip.
Doin OK?
Clear bed four.
Sir, you wanna step over...
I got it. I got it.
I got it.
- I was just about to...
- Youre welcome.
Thank you.
UTI progressing into infection.
sensational.
She was converting Kukuyos
by the dozens.
She was trying to convert Masais.
Of course, they were hopeless.
They have their own
sort of religion.
- Do you believe in Jesus
- Yes, I do
- Do you believe in Jesus
- Yes, I do
- Do you believe in Jesus
- Yes, I do
Do you believe that Jesus knows
whats in your soul
Do you thank the Lord
every chance you get
For He sent His son
to save all g
sensations running through her. He carries her across the
room with her legs wrapped around him. They fall onto the bed.
CAMERA PULLS BACK, exiting through the window, traveling
smoothly outside...
2 EXT -- CABIN -- NIGHT (1946) 2
...to reveal the bungalow, remote in a wooded area, the
lovers cries spilling into the night...
...and we drift down a wooded path, the sounds of rutting
passion
comfortable
with a pleasant pillow.
Pillow, sir?
Driver! If youll be good enough
to move those newspapers, Ill have a seat.
Hey, wait a minute!
What do you think youre doing?
The papers. Whats the idea of
throwing them out?
The papers? Its a long story, my friend.
I never did like the idea
of sitting on newspapers.
I did it once, and all the headlines
came off on my white pants.
It actually happe
comfortable.
Thanks, Adam,
but Ive got to get on to work.
- Ive come to ask for a favor.
- Name it.
- Could you let me have
three pounds until tomorrow?
- Help yourself.
Punch the night bell. The old lady of
Threadneedle St. Is well stocked and generous.
- It does look like the Bank of England.
- Well, it should.
I spent half my youth
reproducing it.
- Its very good.
- Of course.
Wonderful!
Youre
sensation.
All New York will be at your feet.
Theres plenty of room.
And now, the opera awaits us.
If you both will honor me
by occupying my box.
I should be charmed.
- And you, Mr. Driftwood?
- Ill join up with you later.
Listen, Gottlieb, nix on the lovemaking,
because I saw Mrs. Claypool first.
Of course, her mother really saw her first,
but why bring the Civil War into this?
What are you doin
comfortable.
Thank you.
Thanks.
New mouthpiece.
Been waitin two weeks for this.
Kids keep swiping them all the time.
They use em for bean shooters.
- What can l do for you gentlemen?
- You gentlemen going to stay to lunch?
- Id like to ask you a few questions.
- All right.
- Are you Joseph and Mary Deeds son?
- Yes.
- Your parents living?
- Why, no.
Well, Mr. Deeds, does the name of
Martin W. Sem
comfortable with this.
The patient
is legally entitled to it.
The patient has been plagued
by temporal lobe seizures.
It is the patients request,
Doctor.
I am aware of that,
but I dont think...
hes in any condition
to make requests.
Im trying to appeal
to your logical self, Father.
Im concerned
about harm to my patient.
Father Jeremy...
Deacon John Townsend
of St. Ursulas...
and our associate, Ma