Mrs. Delafield Wants to Marry (1986)

[bunniefuu]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SIREN]

Gladys.

What is it?

Are you feeling
all right, George?

Of course I am.

What do you want?

Delafield?

Next door.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Follow me.

Get the picture.
-What picture?

Of Mr. Delafield.

And bring the lace pillow.

She'll want that.

Yes, ma'am.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

OK, up.

They're taking Margaret.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Horton, Horton?

Memorial hospital, George.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-She's not--
-No, no, no, but she's worse.

GEORGE (VOICEOVER): It
all began at that moment,

the whole shocking business.

We were prepared for the worst.

But sometimes the worst
isn't what you think it is.

We held a vigil in the
hospital waiting room.

Horton, Margaret's eldest, a
pompous boob in my estimation.

I really should
be at the office.

GEORGE (VOICEOVER):
--and her daughter Sarah.

Sarah has a slight
drinking problem.

The thing I hate
about hospitals

is they don't have bars.

GEORGE (VOICEOVER): Sarah is
the veteran of three marriages,

the last one always the worst.

Chipper, Margaret's
youngest, has made

up for it by never marrying.

Sarah, how's mother?

She's sinking.

-Oh god.
-Hello, George.

Chipper.

What can we do?

Nothing but wait.

You didn't, uh, bring a flask
of anything by any chance?

[HEART MONITOR BEEPING]

You can live, Margaret.

You have to live.

And you can.

You can live.

Uh, Doreen and I will move
into mother's house, of course.

Doreen's practically packed.

She's been packed for years.

Take it.

But I want the house
by the lake, Horton.

What do you want, Chipper,
in the real estate line?

Isn't this a bit premature?

Well, these things have to
be decided, Chipper, no matter

how painful they may be.

Gladys has to keep
reminding me that we

are very fond of the
Delafield's children.

[SIGHS]

Doctor, I don't think you
know my brother chipper.

Dr. Elias.

How do you do?

How do you do?

And our good
neighbor, Mr. Parker.

Hello.

Well?

Well, I, I'm sorry, I
can't offer much hope.

If you'd like to
go in and see her,

please do so one at a time.

Oh god.

Oh, I wish I had a drink.

Horton, you go first.

I'll get last, of course.

Those people are so emotional.

Aren't they?

-You mean doctors?
-Of course.

Oh, Margaret, Margaret, when
I think of all the good times

you and Spud, before that
terrible disease took him.

I wish you could hear me
because I wanted to say how

much I've always admired you.

You're Chippendale, Margaret.

You've carried the
flag of privilege.

You've lived high,
lived by the rules.

You've had a perfect
life, dear Margaret.

And I know you're going
to have a perfect death.

Well--

Thank you for coming.

I know what it means to her.

Not at all.

Not at all.

FEMALE VOICE (ON
LOUDSPEAKER): Dr. Shale,

Doctor.

FEMALE VOICE (ON LOUDSPEAKER):
Please call the page operator.

Oh, excuse me.

Dr. Oscar Shale, call
the page operator.

GEORGE (VOICEOVER):
Good god, I thought.

If he reacts like that to
every patient he loses,

it's a wonder to me the
man can still function.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Lynn.
Lynn.

You better get the doctor.

Excuse me, Mr. Carter.

I'm afraid we have
to see your chest.

Doctor.

Here we are.

Fred, would you
take over, please?

Excuse me, I uh,
have my patient.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

What have you got?

Margaret, can you
open your eyes?

A little wider.

All right, that's it.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Yahoo, wonderful.

[PHONE RINGS]

Oh, I'll get that, Janice.

Hello.

HORTON (ON PHONE):
Doreen, It's me.

Unpack.

A miracle is what
it is, Miss Fry.

A miracle of God.

A little more salad, Mrs. Kelly.

Oh, no thank you.

I'd burst.

Oh surely not on salad.

Is it today she comes home?

This afternoon.

We are going over later.

I've never been so relieved.

What would we have
done without Margaret?

The Philharmonic, the garden
club, the library fair.

Ashmore wouldn't
have been the same.

Change is the enemy.

Exactly.

Now we've got something
pretty wonderful here.

We mustn't lower our standards.

Exactly.

And to my mind,
Margaret symbolizes

all that, Margaret and Spud,
when he was alive, of course.

They were the perfect couple.

The perfect marriage.

Perfect, meant to be.

Oh, look at that, old Billy
taking flowers into the house.

Isn't that touching? do you
know, he's been with the family

all his life.

Listen everybody, have
whatever you'd like drink now.

But we'll save the champagne
until mother gets here.

Oh, good.

Lucille, you and Marie
will join us, I hope.

-Oh, thank you.
-Thank you, Sirs.

Here come old
George and Gladys.

Oh, lord, who invited there?

Well, George, Gladys,
good, good, good.

Your mother telephoned us from
hospital and asked us to come.

Well of course, it wouldn't
be family without you two.

Am I too dressed up?

I just couldn't help it.

It's such an event.

You look just lovely, Gladys.

You look just lovely, Gladys.

Oh thank you, Coreen.

We're just so excited.

-Hi ya, George.
-Chipper.

Hi, Gladys.

Hello, Chipper, dear.

What a great day, Chipper.

Yep, old Mom's coming home.

You enjoy living
in New York City?

Yeah, I eat it up.

You know, we went once.

And we turned right round
and came back again.

It was like home.

Well, put her there, George.

Well, Harrison.

Where's Sarah?

Oh, I guess she's
gone to the bathroom.

She goes to the bathroom
more than anyone I ever knew.

She's highly strung.

Say, George, this
will interest you.

Do you know that vacant
lot over on Morton Street?

I know it's just a bunch
of weeds right now.

But it occurred to
me that that would be

an ideal place for a car wash.

GEORGE (VOICEOVER):
Sarah's current husband,

in real estate, has
the mistaken idea

that I am fascinated by every
detail of every deal he makes.

[WHISTLING THE STAR SPANGLED
BANNER]

Digby, sprung from the
loins of Horton and Doreen.

You know, Digby, you really
ought to pump a little iron.

You're nothing but flab.
-So what?

Flab is in, Uncle Chipper.

Don't call me Uncle.

And name one place
where flab is in.

Philadelphia.

You might be right.

[CHATTER]

-Are you June or are you Jane?
-June.

Oh, hello, Jane.

Hi, Mrs. Parker.

I haven't seen your mother.

There she is.

Oh.

Hello, Gladys.

Sarah, dear,
aren't you excited?

Oh yes, it's
driven me to drink.

[CHATTER]

I wish you wouldn't
drink so much, dear.

But, Gladys, I have
to wash down the pills.

That was a tricky deal.

You've got to be pretty sharp
in real estate these days.

Yes, I'm sure.
I'm sure.

But I think I've been, uh,
pretty smart all around.

Sarah would agree,
I think, that, uh,

I've been pretty on the ball.

Who is that?

She's here.

Horton.

She's here.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Here we are.

Look, my whole g*ng.

How wonderful.

Hello, hello.

Oh, it is good to be home.
Horton, hello.

We've missed you.

Oh, Doreen, what a welcome.

Hello, Chipper darling.

Welcome home, Toots.

Hello, Harrison.

How's the real estate biz?

On the upswing, Margaret.

Good, I should
hate for anything

to go down hill while I was--
Sarah, how lovely you look

Oh, Mother.

Having a little nip?

Julie, Jane, how
I've missed you.

Hello, Digby.

Hi, Grandma.

How are you?

Still whistling?

Gladys, dear, oh.

And dear George.

How good it is, Margaret.

I think you all know Dr. Elias.

Lucille, Marie.

-Welcome home, Mrs. Delafield.
-Thank you.

Mother look, it's old Billy.

Hello, Billy.

Come in and have a glass
of champagne with us.

Billy.

The doctor is staying
to have a drink with us.

Of course, of course.

I hope you'll think the house
is all right, Mrs. Delafield.

We tried so hard to keep
everything to your liking.

Oh doctor, do you have, uh,
other patients here in Ashmore?

No, I don't.

Really, How did
mother find you?

Yellow pages, I guess.

Isn't it thrilling what one
can find in the yellow pages?

Isn't it?

There's more there
than meets the eye.

What you talking about, George?

This doctor.

You don't mean?

Well, I wouldn't be surprised.

That's not possible.

Why not?

Well, isn't he Jewish?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Ladies and gentlemen, may I
have your attention please?

Please?

I should like to
propose a toast.

To our dear mother on the
happy occasion of her return

to home and hearth.
[CHATTER]

Yow!

Thank you, Horton.

That's very sweet of you.

And, um, I should like
to propose a toast.

To Dr. Marvin Elias, the
good and caring doctor

who brought me back.

Dr. Elias.

Thank you.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

But we couldn't seem to
get it to the finish line.

Oh, dear.

What we did was, we moved
the piano into the kitchen,

Mother navigating.

Really?

Why?

It was the only way
with all those kids.

That way she could cook and give
piano lessons at the same time.

How extraordinary.

Of course, sometimes
it got a little messy.

She used to keep time
with the mixing spoon.

We had the only
piano in the Bronx

that smelled like chicken soup.

Would you ask them to
stop that or turn it down?

Yeah, big guy.

Your glass is empty.

I'll get it.

Oh, Doctor, do you think it
would endanger my condition

if I would have a second glass?

On the contrary, I think
it vital to your recovery.

Thank you, sir.

He's very comforting.

Isn't he?

Will you turn
that down, please.

You know better than that.

Oh now, tell him.

He'll be so pleased.

Your flowers are beautiful.

Maybe Thursday.

What?

He's referring to the
possibility of rain.

Deaf as a post.

Can't hear a thing.

Rain on Thursday
you think, Billy?

Oh yup.

Is he infallible.

Infallible, you can count
on Thursday being sunny.

Would you like to see
the history of me?

Very much.

Oh, look, here are our drinks.

Thank you, darling.

Isn't this fun?
Come on.

Here you are, the
entire life of Margaret

Delaville Delafield on one
screen, gorgeous antique.

The screen, I mean.

I don't think that's funny.

Well?

Well what?

What did you think of him?

The doctor?

Very amusing.

What was so amusing?

Well, he tells jokes.

Jokes?

Well, not jokes
exactly, George, stories,

anecdotes, very amusing.

Like what?

Oh, I don't know.

About his mother.

Well, what's so funny
about his mother?

It's the way she
brought them up.

His father died, and they
didn't have a bean, apparently.

So she had to bring
up six children

by giving piano lessons.

Well that's simply hilarious.

It's the way he told it.

Did he mention a Mrs. Elias?

Yes.

Thank God.

They're divorced.

Damn.

Are you sure this is you?

Just before puberty struck,
and I turned out to be a girl.

It came as quite a shock.

Up until then I
thought I was a boy.

I'm glad puberty struck.

So was I, as I recall.

It was some time ago.

That's my husband
and me sh**ting

the rapids in our boat.

Which rapids?

Oh, who knows?

I can't remember, just
some rapids somewhere.

They were there.

So w shot 'em.

He was very good looking.

He was a darling man.

What is he doing in
there, examining her?

Mother likes him.

I wish he'd take
her out sometime.

The idea of [INAUDIBLE], I
think it's so fascinating.

Yeah, they organize--

And we have a whole lot--

Mother, come and sit down.

You must not tire yourself out.

But I'm not the least tired.

You've just gotten
out of the hospital.

Now, Doctor, I don't buy that
Yellow Pages bit, you know.

Ah, you don't?

Now, you must have met
Mrs. Delafield socially

before becoming her physician.

No.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, no, no, thank you.

Then how did you, uh--

Kashinski, he's
a patient of mine.

We met through him.

Oh, Kashinski,
that artist fellow.

Oh yes, I believe
Margaret helps him out,

uh, financially or something.

Oh, does she?

Yes.

A remarkable woman, isn't she?

Oh, yes, yes she is.

She really is the
most remarkable--

And so was her
husband, Spaulding.

Spud we used to call him.

They were the first
nice people my wife

and I met when we
came to this country,

were Margaret and Spud.

Wonderful devotion
to each other.

Splendid looking, Spud,
he was tall, blond.

People used to say, people
used to say that he put

them in mind of a Greek god.

Oh, very impressive.

Well it was right, you
know, their marriage.

There must be a photograph
of him around here.

Oh, I've, I've seen it.

Oh.

Awesome, which reminds me.

Would you excuse me, please.

So what's wrong
with window display?

I'm glad you like
window display

so much since you are in it.

It doesn't seem manly to me.

What am I supposed to
do, go into meat packing?

The doctor didn't
leave, did he?

I don't think so.

Margaret, you know,
I always think

of Spud when I see this chair.

That's because he
always sat in it.

Did he say he'd be-- oh,
I was afraid you'd gone.

Would I do a think like that?

I want to take a photograph.

Oh, no, don't.
Please don't .

Oh, Margaret ,
please, just one.

Well then everyone, the family.

Oh, no, no, no,
Margaret, no, just you.

You don't mind.
Do you?

No, come on.
Come on.

Sit right over here/ I always
photograph the patients I save.

Don't you save them all?

Oh no, I'm very selective.

I didn't see why you're
making such a fuss.

He's only her doctor.

You miss things, Gladys.

You don't see what I see.
-Good.

-Grandma looks so pretty.
-I know.

She looks so good.

Why is Digby always
whistling? [INAUDIBLE]

Well, that doctor
was a strange one.

What doctor?

That funny looking man.

Was that her doctor?

I thought that was just the
man who drover her home.

Why couldn't she have
gone to old Doc Scott?

It is just like her to
have a Jewish doctor.

-It is just like her to recover.
-What?

I mean it's just
like her to recover.

And it's wonderful.
--Oh.

[WHISTLING]

Digby, is that the
only tune you know?

She was weeks in that
hospital with nothing

but addlepated nurses.

And you know she's always
been a man's woman.

Spud hardly cold.

Oh, George, you make me tired.

He's been dead nearly 10 years.

It seems only yesterday.

Sit down, George.

This is the best I can do
after all the champagne.

In the kitchen?

Yes.

It's very upsetting.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SIGHS]

Is there anything
more I can do for you?

No, thank you, Marie.
Good night.

It's so good to have you home.

It's so good to be home.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

GEORGE (VOICEOVER):
Since my retirement

I am free to spend
long leisurely hours

indulging myself in
such innocent pleasures

as the observance of the
seasons and bird watching.

It was in this manner, and
through no curiosity of my own,

that I was able to establish
a patter as regards the visits

of Dr. Elias to Mrs. Delafield.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Gladys, Gladys.

What do you want, George?

Look.

Oh, isn't that nice
in this day and age?

House calls.

Three times in one week?

Oh, I hope she hasn't
got a temperature.

MARGARET: (LAUGHING)
It's so funny.

I don't even believe it.

(LAUGHING) It's true.

And he saw it?

He, he, he saw it.

He came into the room
and the skeleton was--

(LAUGHING) We sat it
in his chair behind

the desk in front of the class.

And we slapped a
yarmulke on the skull.

Know what a yarmulke is?

Yes, one of those--

And somebody wrote
on the blackboard,

Dr. Greenberg's class is deadly.

And when he saw
it, did he laugh?

No, he said in view of what
was happening in Germany

he didn't think a yarmulke
on skeleton was funny.

Oh, dear.

Well, you were young.

You didn't know.

No, what came later.

My, my husband and I
traveled a great deal.

We were both of inquiring minds.

And yet, I wonder
sometimes how much we saw.

Your glass is empty.

I should be getting
back to town.

Oh no, no.

[CHURCH BELL RINGING]

George, what are you doing?

We've had our dinner.

We've had our coffee.

It's almost 9:30.
GLADYS: And?

And he's still there.

He stayed for dinner.

Well, where will it end.

If for dinner, why
not for the night?

GLADYS: (LAUGHING) Oh, George.

I'm going over in the morning
and have a talk with her.

I'm delighted if
you had a good time.

Because I enjoyed it too.

Oh, such a dinner.

Um.

Well, we all pitch in,
Lucille, Marie, and I. Oh,

look at the moon.

Well, I, uh, oh, you
mustn't catch cold.

Oh, well, I won't catch cold.

And if I do, I
have a good doctor.

Good night, Margaret.

Oh, oh, well--

Maybe, maybe I
shouldn't have done that.

It isn't a question of
should or shouldn't have.

I seem to forget at the moment
what it is a question of.

You, you give me great
pleasure, Dr. Elias.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Then we're on the same
beam, Mrs. Delafield.

Well--

Next time, my place.

Meet my kids.

Four, you said?

Well, two live out of town.

Good night, Margaret.

Good night, Marvin.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Good night, George.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Morning, Howard.

MARGARET: Morning, George

Good morning, Margaret.

Come on up.

The door's open.

Come up.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Come in.

Have you had your breakfast?

Hours ago.

Have some coffee then.

Would you bring us some hot?

Thank you.

Sit down, George.

Good morning, Mr. Parker.

Morning, Lucille.

I must say, reading the
newspaper is the most

terrible way to start the day.

I'm depressed before having
even finished my eggs.

Did you hear about
the Kingsleys?

What about the Kingsleys?

Their daughter, Debbie, brought
home a black man, some sort

of a singer dripping
with cheap jewelry,

and announced that
they're planning to marry.

Debbie Kingsley?

What in the world
does he see in her?

It put her mother
in a wheelchair.

I'll give her
Dr. Elias' number.

He'll have her up in no time.

She can dance at the wedding.

Margaret, I want to ask
you something point blank.

And I hope you
won't take it amiss.

We couldn't help but notice,
Gladys and I, [CLEARS THROAT]

that Dr. Elias seems to be
spending quite a bit of time

here.

Yes.

Are you feeling all right?

I been feeling fine, George.

As a matter of fact, I'm
feeling better really

than I have since Spud died.

So you and Gladys can
put your fears to rest.

Thank you, Lucille.

We've got to raise more money
for the philharmonic, George.

I don't understand why music
is always so expensive.

I have a scheme to hit
the banking community

with a whole new campaign.

Give to music because
music gives to you.

Margaret, about Dr. Elias.

You don't, uh, care for m--

Yes, yes, yes.

--music, because--

It is very clever.

Thank you.

You were saying.

Well, I must be frank.

Why must you?

We're concerned.

I mean, you don't feel anything
for this man more than just

that of patient
and doctor, do you?

Well, I like him very much.

Don't you?

Well, I hardly know him.

But he seems, uh--

He seem to me to
be a fine doctor

and a very warm hearted person.

Wouldn't you say?

Yes, but, uh--

But what?

I mean, (STAMMERING) you
could never be, I mean, that,

you would never consider, uh--

Consider what?

I'm only concerned,
Margaret, that you might

let your, um, your
emotions, your tenderer

feelings run away with you.

I might.

I might.

But you must think of Spud.

Spud would want me to be happy.

No, George, I haven't
considered it, really.

Whatever it is, not until
this moment at least.

I will confess,
however, that where--

whereby, um, emotions
are concerned,

I'm somewhat surprised.

Why?

Well there are
certain emotions that I

thought were forever behind me.

After all, I knew an
utterly satisfying love

with my darling Spud.

And now, I, I find emotions
of the same order, if not

entirely identical, rising
as if out of nowhere,

as if from the dead.

I had no idea they
were still there.

Or if they were, that they were
capable of being resurrected.

Isn't that extraordinary?

There, how's that for
breakfast conversation?

But, but, uh--

George, he kissed
me last night.

He kissed me.

Not just a peck on the
cheek, a real kiss.

I went limp all over.

And George, I responded in kind.

Somewhere from within
Margaret Delafield,

a 14-year-old girl materialized
and returned his kiss.

Look, she must have been
inside me all the time.

Isn't that remarkable?

You know how old I am?

Yes, it's, it's very
interesting, Margaret.

And exciting.

Exciting?

You don't mean exciting?

Yes, yes, exciting.

You won't tell anyone,
not even Gladys?

Gladys?

Oh no, no I-- look, will
you excuse me, Margaret?

I'm very--

You're, you're
not ill, are you?

No, no, no, I'm not ill.

It's just that I, I, um--

Kissing away, was she?

Are you all right, George?

Kissing away without
restriction or shame.

-Who?
-Well, who do you think?

Kissing away without
any regard to,

to class distinction, or
religion, or age, or family,

or anything.

Margaret and the doctor?

I tell you, Gladys,
with that kiss,

we've taken one giant
step towards disaster.

Oh, I don't see why.
I mean--

For God's sake, Gladys,
do you want to live

next door to the Elias house?

Well, no, but, uh, that doesn't
make me anti-Semitic, does it,

George?

Of course not.

Really, Gladys, you should have
a better opinion of yourself.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Move this, please.

Thank you.

What are you
doing all this for?

Because I told Dad I would.

I don't see the point.

He's bringing
home a lady friend.

It's just a patient.

Well, he's never
done it before.

Some rich old bitty.

She probably smells of camphor.

She doesn't look like
she smells of camphor.

She doesn't look like she
smells of gefilet fish either.

Ashmore.

Ashmore?

Oy vey, hide the Manishewitz.

Bring out the sherry.

I'll bet she asks for Dubonnet.

You want to bet?

I am too nervous to bet.

An Ashmore matron right
here in my father's

very own thatched hut.

Here it is.

Oh, my, it is very active.

Margaret, this is my son David.

Mrs. Delafield.

How do you do, David?

How do you do again?
-How do you do?

It's pleasure to meet you.

And my daughter Shirley.

Hello, Shirley.

I love the way you look.

Oh, thank you.

I, um, sometimes despair.

Good bones.

Oh, thank you.

I'm glad you like them.

They're just as God made them.

I mean, I don't do anything to,
uh-- this is very nice, Marvin.

So spare and modern.

Thank you.

Well, let's all sit down.

Yes.

I live in a world of clutter.

In Ashmore?

Yes, do you know of it?

I've heard enough.

I'm crazy about Ashmore.

Those big houses, those leafy
maples, I'd love to live there.

Wouldn't you, David?

I'm sure I couldn't
get arrested in Ashmore.

Would you want to get
arrested in Ashmore?

Let's all have a drink.

Margaret, what do you say?

A glass of sherry
for me, I think.

I told you.

I beg your pardon.

Oh, it's, uh, uh, nothing.

We were just taking
bets on what you'd

drink coming from Ashmore.

I said Dubonnet.

David said sherry.

Oh, well, we're not limited
to sherry in Ashmore.

My daughter, for instance,
drinks everything.

What would you kids like?

SHIRLEY: Oh, we've
got ours, Dad, thanks.

You're an editor, David.

Yes.

That must be very interesting.

It is.

Except that I work
for a magazine

you've probably never heard of.

It's not exactly underground.

What is these days?

But, um--
-Here we are.

In your neck of
the woods, I suppose

you'd call it subversive.
The, uh--

Thank you.

--cureent issue,
for example, is

devoted to Soviet dissidents,
Jewish Soviet dissidents.

I doubt our circulation
is high in Ashmore.

I doubt it.

We generally prefer
magazines about trees.

What do you do, Shirley.

I'm kind of a
glorified social worker.

I work in a center for
the elderly and indigent.

That must be very satisfying.

Most of the time.

But every once in a while
we get a yenta, poor thing.

All she does is kvetch.

Would you like me to translate?

You may have to.

Have you seen my mother's
book, Mrs. Delafield?

Oh, I doubt if she's
interested in that.

No, no, your
mother wrote a book?

Oh, yes, didn't Dad tell you?

She's a speech pathologist,
one of the world's foremost.

This is the definitive
work on stuttering.

Never mind about that.

No, no, I think it's t-
t- t- terribly interesting.

Well, here's to us.

L'chaim.

L'chaim.

What does that mean?

To life.

To life, nice.

And what do you
do, Mrs. Delafield?

Me?

Yes, out there in Ashmore.

Well, I--

Well, now, Mrs.
Delafield is involved

in any number of good works.
Aren't you?

Nothing much with
the indigents though.

You're one of Dad's
patients, Mrs. Delafield.

You might say he snatched
me from the jaws of death.

You're probably wondering
why he bothered.

No, uh, I mean, everybody has
a right to live no matter what.

Thank you.

Can we change the subject?

We don't want to
bore Mrs. Delafield.

No, no, I'm not bored.

I'm having a fascinating time.

Shirley, you cooked
an awfully good dinner.

Well, I feel as though I have
to come around every so often

and cook Dad a decent meal.

He does eat very
well at the hospital.

(LAUGHING) Neither
do the patients.

My mother's a fabulous cook.

I suppose you don't
cook, Mrs. Delafield.

You have someone?

Oh, yes, chefs, two actually.

One for day and one for night.

European, best kind,
temperamental, but they seem

reasonably content at Ashmore.

Must be the leafy maples.

You think so?

I don't lift a finger.

I don't even go downstairs
to eat the meals.

I have a system of
weights and pulleys.

Oh, that.

Your father thinks
it's unsightly.

But it's a kind of track.

And the food moves along it.

And it's pretty, if you
decorate it with ribbons.

And the food comes
right into my bedroom

and is dumped into my mouth.

Everybody in Ashmore has them.

They don't all have ribbons.

I mad a fool of
myself, a perfect fool.

No, you didn't.

Why didn't you stop me?

Why did you let me go on?

Weights and pulleys, and where
did those ribbons come from?

What was that all about?

[INAUDIBLE]

I worry about Sarah, three
husbands, all that drinking.

She doesn't seem to
find any joy in life.

David is fine really.

Got a nice live-in Jewish lady
who hangs on his every word.

Poor Chipper, I do love him
so, but he lives in a world

that I can't comprehend.

I suppose the best
I can do is just

always be the when he needs me.

The twins seem to be all right.

But Digby worries me.

What does it mean when
someone whistles all the time?

He's releasing the
wind from his thorax.

-His what?
-His thorax.

Are you serious?

Um huh, very.

George, what are you doing?

They're sitting in the
car in front of her house.

They're probably just talking.

At their age?

Come back to bed.

30 years later, we
gradually realized

we were no longer in love.

The children were grown.

She wanted a career.
So--

I know I'll always love Spud.

I don't want to lose that.

But now that we know each
other, it makes it, oh--

Is something wrong?

No, no, nothing.

Seems as though
I'd lost you there.

No, no, you haven't lost me.

I'm not lost.

Maybe I'm assuming too much.

No, please, assume.

Assume.

I don't want our relationship
to cause you any pain.

It's no our
relationship, darling.

It's my hip.

It slips out of joint sometimes.

-I know what to do.
-Do you?

-I can fix it.
-Can you?

-Shall I?
-Will you?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Oh,
-OK all right.

Oh, it's so painful.

[INAUDIBLE]

Yes.

-Just lie down.
-OK.

There you are.

Easy.

MARGARET: Oh, god.

-Oh.
-Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

What are they doing?

Well, if that's sex, Gladys,
I'm glad you're past it.

Make sure you're all right.

I'm sure.

Well, I'm just concerned that
it may not be seated properly.

No, I'm fine.

It goes in and out of joint.

Now look, there it is.

I works.

That what matters.

With me it's the shoulder.

Oh dear.

Marvin, I think maybe
we're beyond the point

of sitting in automobiles
and making, uh, making--

--love.

Was that what it was?

Wasn't it?

It's fun.

Isn't it, Marvin?

No wonder everyone does it.

No wonder.

Should we try it again,
just to make sure?

I wouldn't mind it.

No, no, you sit down.

We have a serious
discussion coming up.

Now, we have to ask
each other a question.

The answer is yes.

The answer is a number.

We have to ask each
other how old we are.

Darling, you forget
I'm your doctor.

I'm the man with the chart.

Hm, I must say, it's a strange
feeling to be courted by a man

who knows every inch of me.

I feel a distinct disadvantage.

You want me to undress?

Doctor, you shock me.

Marvin, about that chart--

What about it?

Isn't it possible that it
could be a little inaccurate?

About your age?

Mm.

Not if you told the truth.

Oh, well, no, of course,
not if I told the truth.

You didn't?

Well, Marvin, it's
so vulgar to be

absolutely accurate
about a think like that,

so unimaginative.

You should have told the truth.

I might have treated
you differently.

That's what I was afraid of.

Oh, (LAUGHING) all right,
break it to me gently.

I'll whisper in your ear.

Now you.

You see.

We're perfect for each other.

Perfect.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I don't believe it.

She always comes
to the symphony

with Doreen and Horton.

Oh, Miss Fry, Miss Kelly,
how lovely to see you.

I don't believe
you know Dr. Elias.

-How do you do?
-Miss Fry, Miss Kelly.

How do you do?

Your doctor?

Well yes, yes, my doctor.

We go everywhere together
because you never know.

We're terrified of a relapse.

Terrified.

Oh, dear, I feel one coming on.

Well, we'd better
get you to your seat.

Excuse us, ladies.
-So sorry.

Fake.

You mean, you think--

Margaret Delafield
is having a fling.

We wouldn't have
troubled you this morning.

I'm sure you'd
rather be in church.

But it's very serious indeed.

It's about mother.

She seems to have formed an
attachment to this doctor.

Yes, we know.

It's really serious.

The attachment?

The situation.

I've had a talk with
her, but with not

very satisfactory results.

Oh?

She actually, she
actually asked me what I

thought about her marrying him.
-Horton, no

Heavens, it's worse
than we thought.

She can't be serious.

She is serious.

More coffee.

Not for me, thank you.

And when I asked her
why she would even

consider marrying him,
she said because she

wouldn't live in sin.

Oh, Margaret, Margaret.

We've got to do something.

You've always been so
close to her, George,

to both her and Dad.

You've got to talk to her.

But of course,
of course I will.

But what did you
say to her, Horton?

Well, I told her she
couldn't do that to my father.

Quite right.

I told her this doctor
is not a Christian.

It can't have come as
much of a surprise to her.

I thought she needed reminding.

And I told her that
it would be unseemly.

Unseemly?

Well, at her age.

Oh, of course.

Certainly.

Do you know what
this could mean?

Do you know what it
could mean to the estate?

Now, dear.

But you all have your
own money, don't you?

I mean, didn't your
father leave you--

We're comfortable.

That's all, comfortable.

Mother's estate is
much more impressive.

He could end up with
everything she's got.

Everything that's
ours by rights.

And what about the children?

Hm?

Everything that should come
to them, he could get it all.

What can we do?

I'll rally the family.

But you and George can
help just by pointing out

to her how misguided she is.

God knows what tricks he's used
to get her to this condition.

I'm sure he's brainwashed her.

And she may be drugged.

After all, he has access.

Drugged?

Do you think so?

There may be wider
implications, you know.

Like what?

Pinko.

Russian?

Where do you think
those people came from?

Seems awfully
affable for a pinko.

George, they're
picked for that.

Well, it's all so
difficult, a woman in love.

Oh, she isn't in love.

She loves my father.

You make it sound as if he was
merely away on a business trip.

Gladys.

Love is eternal.

Well, we've got
to get a move on.

Thanks so much for
your help, I've got

to call Chipper in New York.

Sarah's ready to
call out the Marines.

I'm really not
sure about Chipper.

He'll want what's best for her.

We all want what's
best for her.

We love mother.

What we're trying to
do is protect her.

Against herself.

Lucky to have you.

Your house is always so neat.

Oh, it's a mess.

Gladys will talk to her too.

You know, sometimes two women--

Margaret, dear, you
just can't do this.

Nonsense, I could
do it forever.

Gardening clears the mind, frees
the brain, opens the pores.

You know what I mean.

You can't marry this man.

You just can't

Well of course I can't,
because he hasn't asked me.

But we thought-- I mean
Horton led us to believe--

Yes, but that was
because I asked Horton

what he thought about the idea.

I didn't say it
was Marvin's idea.

Mine, actually.

Well, whether he's asked you
or not, I'm sure he wants to.

Are you?

Are you really, Gladys?

What makes you think so?

Well, look what it would mean
to him, what he would gain.

What?

Well, all this.

Yes, but you see,
there's a problem.

The simple fact
is, I'm not Jewish.

And I might as well
confess to you, dear,

I don't think his children
quite approve of me.

What?

Well, you see,
their mother is quite

a brilliant woman actually.

She's written a book.

How can I compete with
that in their minds.

I don't blame them.

And Marvin has such integrity.

I'm sure he wouldn't
dream of marrying anyone

his children didn't approve of.

Oh, that burns me up.

Not approve of you.

Oh, now, now, Gladys.

Oh, really, Margaret,
dear, can't you see.

The simple fact is,
he's just not our kind.

No, he's not.

And that's a part of
what's so wonderful.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Hello there.

Chipper too?

Chipper flew in this afternoon.

Oh, poor Margaret.

Poor Dr. Elias.

Poor Dr. Elias?

I'm sure his g*ng are ecstatic.

They just hit pay dirt.

Hi, Dad.

What's this?

Karen.

-Hi, Dad.
-Hello, Frieda.

-Hi, Dad.
-Is, uh, is Shirley here?

Shirley?

No, why?

Well, she was supposed
to meet us here.

What is all this?

I was expecting David.

But you came all the way--

Sure, we though
maybe you needed us.

It isn't as if we
don't want you to marry.

if you were to find a nice
respectable compatible man.

I always thought that Dr. Elias
was a nice respectable man.

And he seems compatible.

You're not thinking
clearly, someone

from Ashmore, a widower,
maybe a retired banker.

Mother, darling, isn't
he younger than you are?

Well, yes, a little,
but so far we've

had no difficulty with
the generation gap.

And he can always finish
high school later.

But believe me, this is
not the woman for you.

This is not the woman for you.

How do you know?

You haven't even met
her, you and Karen.

David gave us a very full
and accurate description.

We know the type.

We know the type.

And as a type she
may be very nice.

David says, an
attractive looking woman.

Good bone structure.

Good bone structure.

Right.

But is good bone
structure enough?

And after that what
are you left with?

A type, and not your type.

I love her.

Dad you can't know that.

There's no definition for love.

Mother, I think you
are being unreasonable.

It's taking on
too many problems.

The time in your
life when you should

be just without problems.

You've earned that.

That's what we want for
your sake, not ours.

Aunt Sarah is right, Grandma.

You should just take it easy.

Whistle something, Digby.

Here you are, darling.

She comes from an
entirely different world.

And David says she's
older than you are.

Oh, what's a few years?

A few years could make all
the difference later on.

You mean when I'm
90 she'll be 95.

It looks funny, Dad.

It really does.

Margaret Delafield is the
youngest person I know.

Forget years.

Look inside.

Why are we discussing?

Why are we beating around
the bush like this?

I'd like to meet her.

I'm curious, yeah.

But I think I have the right
to say no to a Goya stepmother

from Ashmore.

This new doctor, he's
just kind of creepy.

He's kind of creepy.

He is, Granny.

He just makes me feel--

He doesn't belong here.

David's right.

Mom is terrific.

Now that is a tough
act to follow.

Your mother and I
were never happy.

OK, but that was the
right kind of unhappiness.

This would be--

Where the hell is Shirley?

You don't want to be happy
with the wrong people.

That could lead to
real unhappiness.

It's a collision course.

You've got so much to lose.

All I've got is this
wonderful mother

and this wonderful father,
Who could never love me

the way they loved each other.

But they were there.

And they were mine.

And I would just die if--

You don't have to
prove anything, Dad.

You're an important doctor.

You don't need
the money, do you?

It's not as if you were
climbing up out of the ghetto.

No matter which way you slice
it, she's in the enemy camp.

I don't understand that.

No matter how
pleasant she may seem,

there's got to be
a feeling there.

What is she up to I ask myself.

What does she want?

Why would she want
to mess with us?

Just say it.

What was the
Holocaust all about?

Margaret Delafield was not
responsible for the Holocaust.

What do you want to do,
deny your own people?

We know who we are.

And we are proud.

We have the Delafield name.

And if you think I'm not
aware of the responsibility

that that entails,
Mother, well I am.

How can you throw it all away?

It's like, it's like
spitting on Dad's grave.

I'm sick of this whole argument.

And I'm ashamed.

I'm ashamed of you, Mother.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Chipper, what do you think?

What do you think, my darling?

I think it's chancy, love.

It's chancy.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SIGHS]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello.

Oh, George, George,
what am I going to do?

Margaret, what's the matter?

Are you all right?

No, no, George, I'm not.

What can I do, Margaret?

Did you want me to come over?

Oh, yes, I'll let you
in at the kitchen door.

Please hurry.

Has everybody left from
my father's apartment, Sam?

They're long gone, Miss Elias.

Oh, damn.

I'm sorry I'm so late.

One of my ladies got sick.

I couldn't find the nurse.

And I had to wait unt--

How are you?

Honey, I feel like I was
run over by a steamroller.

So does Margaret.

Oh, good.

Dad, I've really
thought about it.

I've tried to be objective,
put myself in your shoes,

the whole bit.

And I've got just two words
to say to you about that lady.

What?

Grab her.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

GEORGE (VOICEOVER):
The Delafield house

was totally dark except for a
light up in Chipper's old room.

A chill went through me.

Be very quiet.

We don't want to wake
Lucille or Marie.

Sit down, George.

Help yourself.

No, I think we better
just leave it here.

What happened, Margaret?

I can't do it.

I can't make so many people
unhappy, his children,

my children, their children.

Everyone is so heated about it.

And I do see, George, that
it, it isn't fair of me

to think only of myself.

Marvin agrees.

We must think of others.

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid so.

You know, it isn't
just the family.

You do have a certain
standing in the community,

a certain position to maintain.

Yes, yes.

I love you very much, Margaret.
We all do.

It is rather terrible.

Isn't it?

Rather what?

A kind of tyranny, because
you all love me so much,

I must do what you
want, bow t your will.

You love me.

So I'm yours.

and must obey.

How terrible.

I'm beginning to see
at this late date,

at this very late date,
that love has many faces

and some of them are terrifying.

[CAR APPROACHING AND HORN
HONKING]

No, stay there, Margaret.

I'll go.

I'll go.

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

Please, let me in.

Margaret, let me in.

Will you?

Doctor, what are you--

Margaret.

Margaret.

Marvin.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Oh, Marvin.

Margaret, marry me.

The hell with everyone.

Oh, god, Margaret, marry me.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

George, there's a cold
lunch there for you.

How could you leave
at a time like this?

Sarah is already here.

Horton has just arrived.

But no Harrison, no
Doreen, very interesting.

I know, dear.

But it's the
Thursday, bridge club.

Good bye, dear.

Fill me in later.
-Hope so.

GEORGE (VOICEOVER): Once I
was dressed I wandered over

to the Delafield house
out of common courtesy

and to see that
Margaret was all right.

Well, it would have
been rude not to do so.

Come in, George.

I don't want to
intrude if it's family.

It appears to involve
the entire neighborhood.

Sit down, George.

There's coffee there.

Or would you prefer
something stronger?

Nothing for me, thank you.

I just came to see how you were

I'm fine, George.

And I'm getting
married to Marvin.

Yes, well, yes, you
said last night that--

Despite the objections of my
family, and I might add, his.

Mother, if you would
only listen to reason.

You've had your say.

Let me have mine.

Mother, you really ought to
have some consideration for us.

Sarah, darling, how many
husbands have you had?

Oh, I don't see what
that has to do with--

The number, please.

You know perfectly well, three.

That is correct, three.

And did you have any
consideration for your father

and me when you ditched Sandy,
a perfectly good husband,

and ran off with that ski bum?

He was the father
of my children.

Yes, that and going
down slopes was

the extent of his usefulness.

And as for Harrison--

What's wrong with Harrison?

He's a buffoon.

That's what's wrong
with Harrison.

Well, she was trying
to find happiness.

She had to have her chance.

And I don't?

Youth must be served.

But youth doesn't
give a damn about age.

The young, George, seem
to feel that they have

a God given right to happiness.

While the old are supposed to
be quiet, stay out of the way,

and not cause trouble.

Darling, please understand,
that all we want--

And as for you,
Chipper, you, who

came i here two years
ago with Orville in tow,

Orville, a garage mechanic.

And had the gall to
sit him down here

on this sofa in his
greasy jeans and tell me

that you were going to set
up housekeeping together.

Not set up housekeeping,
live together.

Same thing.

And he wasn't really
a garage mechanic.

That was just sort
of make believe.

He worked in a flower shop.

And what did I tell
you at the time?

I don't remember.

I do.

I took a long look at your
Orville and a deep breath.

And I said to you, I
love you and good luck.

By the way, whatever
happened to Orville?

He wasn't sincere.

I'm not surprised.

Mechanics who work in
flower shops seldom are.

Then what about me?

I suppose you're going to say I
shouldn't have married Doreen.

On the contrary,
I, I think Doreen

was about as good as you were
ever going to be able to get.

(UNDER HIS BREATH) Oh, Jesus.

Now, Marvin and I have finally
decided that we have as much

right to happiness as you do.

And we expect to have
your love and support.

And I want a big church wedding.

And you, Horton,
will give me away.

I couldn't.

I just couldn't.

I couldn't do that to my father.

I'm not some Indian
widow, Horton, to be

thrown on my husband's pyre.

I have to go on living.

Not with this Jew.

I will no have
that in this house.

I'm sorry, Horton,
but I mean it.

God knows, I don't want to
do battle with prejudice

at my time of life.

But If I have to, I will.

Please try and understand this.

It's been 10 years
since your father died.

During those 10 years
I've had to face

the loneliness as cheerfully
and as productively as I could.

I tried not to bore
people with my sorrow.

I tried not to
dwell on the past.

I tried to pretend that
life had some meaning.

Although in my heart, I
felt it was over really.

I was as dead as my husband.

And then, when I became ill
and thought I was dying,

I said, well, that's that.

That's the end of
Margaret Delafield.

But then, when I began
to get well again,

I saw it as, as a revelation.

I gradually came to
realize that it's never

the end until it is the end.

I, I had been spared.

And there must
have been a reason.

My life wasn't over.

It was not complete.

And then, when I was
back in the world

again there was-- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

There was Dr. Marvin Elias,
loving me and wanting us

to start a new life together.

It was, it was like
a shining gift.

I could love this dear man, not
because I've loved your father

less, but because I had
your father's abiding love

as a kind of beacon before me.

I could love Marvin because
I had loved Spud so much.

Right on, Toots.

Mother, what about the
religious differences?

Oh, we've resolved that.

How?

Will he convert?
-Convert?

No, no need to convert.

I turned to him one day, and
I said, do you believe in

and he said yes.
Do you?

And I said yes.

And that was it.

There are no religious
differences, because,

because it's all one miracle.

Isn't it?

And if it's all of
one miracle, then

it's all one religion no
matter how many forms it takes.

The sad fact is, Mother,
he's only after your money.

Our money.

The sad fact is
that you children

seem to be more
worried about the money

than you are about me.

You won't lose by
this transaction.

I assure you.

What I have is Marvin's.

What Marvin has is mine.

We're old fashioned.

The wills will remain the same.

We don't know how much time
we have left, Marvin and I.

But we propose to make
the most of every moment.

And we will not
let anyone stop us.

Is that clear?

Horton?

Sarah?

Chipper?

George?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

GEORGE (VOICEOVER):
Why she should

have included me in her
little list of prostestees,

I couldn't imagine.

Once Margaret makes up her
mind, she moves quickly.

The very next day she went
off to deliver the glad

tidings to our minister.

I'm planning to be married.

Oh, Mrs. Delafield,
what good news.

Isn't it?

And I naturally wish to
be married in this church.

Of course.

Then you agree to that?

Oh, of course.

Who is the lucky man?

Marvin Elias.

Marvin Elias?

Uh huh.

I seem to know the name.

A doctor, isn't he

Yes.

Oh, yes, a splendid
man, Dr. Elias.

But isn't he, uh--

Yes, yes he is.

Yes, well, uh, let me see.

Oh dear, we are
very heavily booked.

Well, Dr. Elias,
good to see you again.

Rabbi, I know I've been kind
of a stranger around here.

But when you get
married, and my fiance

would like a large
wedding, you know,

with all the proper religious--

Of course, doctor,
in God's temple.

And may I say congratulations.

Thank you.

And who is the lucky woman?

Oh, Wait.

I bet I can guess,
the widow Goldman.

Hm?

No, her name is
Margaret Delafield.

Delafield?

Uh, Delafield.

Mrs. Spaulding
Delafield on the board

of the philharmonic,
Leggett Road, Ashmore?

Yes, may we use the synagogue?

I wish it were possible.

What's wrong with
the widow Goldman?

Hm?

GEORGE (VOICEOVER): In the
end, they settled for one

of those out-of-the-way churches
that don't care who they marry.

a map accompanied
the invitations.

We could hardly wait.

Oh, Delafield,
what's this I hear,

your mother is remarrying?

Yes, yes she is.

Who to?

He's a prominent physician.

Hm, what's his name?

He's a very
prominent physician.

Somebody said your father
is getting married again.

Yeah, that's right.

Who's he marrying?

Uh, a very nice woman,
her name's Delafield.

Delafield?

Where's she from?

Ashmore.

[DOORBELL]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

-Hi.
-Margaret, I wasn't expecting--

No.

What a lovely surprise.

Something to drink?

Nothing, nothing, nothing, I
came because my feet are cold.

-What?
-I've got cold feet.

All of a sudden I'm scared.

Made my big decision,
made by big speech,

felt wonderful, loved,
ready for a new life.

Now I'm scared.

Come on.
Let's sit down.

All of the sudden scared.

I don't know who I am.

I don't know who are you are.

Scared.

You're a day late.

What?

Hit me yesterday
at the hospital.

All of a sudden, in the
middle of a busy day,

closed my office door, sat
behind the desk and shook.

I was Marvin Elias,
head physician,

ex-husband of Edna
Freeman Elias.

I was successful, reasonably
content, set in my ways.

It was all just fine.

When did you stop
shaking, Marvin?

I think it was along
about the c*ck hour.

Came home, started to
pour myself a stiff drink,

didn't drink it.

Spent the next few minutes
staring at my little photograph

over there.

And I decided there was
something more important to me

than Dr. Marvin Elias, even more
important than my work, which

is important.

What?

Your needing me.

I happen to know that the
elegant Mrs. Delafield,

the strong remarkable Mrs.
Delafield, I know that she

needs to be held in
arms a little stronger

than hers, to be kissed
with a certain regularity,

to be told, not that she is
remarkable, but she's loved.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Are you hungry?

I'm ravenous.

Let's go out to some
terrific restaurant.

Oh no, no.

We'll get a-- come on.

No, no, no, no, let's just
stay here, just us two.

Have you got any food?

Five eggs.

Would you settle for an omelet?

I'll help.

What do you need?

Eggs, milk, whatever.

They're all here.

Bowl.

Bowl, heat the dishes.

Rice.

Knife.

There you go.

Careful.

All right, dishes.

Say, Margaret.

Hmm?

Shall I invite
Edna to the wedding?

Who is Edna?

Edna, my former wife.

Oh, yes, of course,
if Spud were alive

I wouldn't dream
of not asking him.

Martin?
-Hm.

I have to ask
you something too.

I promised Spud
that I would never

ever take off his wedding ring.

Yes.

Do you think, possibly,
I could keep it on?

You mean after we're married?

You know, just slip
yours on over it.

Well, it's all right with me.

But isn't that bigamy?

You wouldn't be hurt?

No, I'd respect it.

I'd do for you, Dr. Elias.

I adore you, Mrs. Delafield.

Now, Marvin, if we're
really going through it,

if you insist on
marrying me, then

we'll have to face the facts.

We've got to figure
out the ceremony.

I don't care what we do.

But I don't want
"The Wedding March."

You don't?

No.

When you come down that
aisle, I want to hear "When

the Saints Come Marching In."

Are you serious?

-I'm serious.
-Marvin.

Hm?

Marvin, I have
a wonderful idea.

Listen, we've got God that
darling a little church anyway.

Why don't we do.

whatever we want to do?

Why don't we pull
out all the stops,

just ask everybody,
shake them up?

After all, this may
be my last wedding.

Oh really?

I'm just getting into the habit.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHOIR SINGING IN LATIN]

Are we Catholic now?

(SINGING) Jesus loves me.

This I know.

For the Bible tells me so.

Little ones to him belong.

They are weak but he is strong.

Yes, Jesus loves me.

Yes, Jesus loves me.

Yes, Jesus loves me.

The Bible tells me so.

[CHATTER]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Your Honor, I want to read
this after the ceremony.

We wrote it last night.

[MUSIC - "THE WEDDING MARCH"]

[MUSIC PLAYING- "WHEN THE SAINTS
COME MARCHING IN"]

I now pronounce
you man and wife.

Mazel tov.

Mazel tov.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

So long as there is
love, there is no parting.

So long as there is love,
there can be no death.

So long as there is love,
we know no twilight.

We ask you, Margaret and
I, to join us, all of you,

of whatever age, creed, or
color, put out your hand

and touch that of the
person next to you.

Touch his hand and celebrate
with us the joy of life

on this astonishing earth.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Such a beautiful
wedding, so unusual

Yes, quite unique.

Such a comfort to have
a doctor in the home.

-Yes.
-In case you get sick again.

Yes.

[COUGHS]

Oh, oh, steady,
steady, darling.

I'll get her into bed soon.

You know, it's a
strange thing seeing

Margaret come down the aisle,
watching the two of them,

their faces.

A curious thought struck me.

I, I don't know what I would
do without you, Gladys,

despite everything.

I'm happy for you.

I'm glad you are.

I liked you wedding.

Well, I've liked
a couple of yours.

Ginger ale.

I don't know if I
can make it or not,

but I am so sick
of being a drunk.

Are you, darling?

I want to try to
live without it.

And I mean it this time.

If you really really want
it, you can do anything.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Good bye!

[CHEERS AND WHISTLES]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Card from Margaret and
Marvin, palm trees on it.

Why would they go to
Hawaii for their honeymoon?

Nobody from Ashmore
goes to Hawaii.

What do they say?

Having wonderful time.

Glad you're not here.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

MARGARET: Isn't life delicious?

[MUSIC PLAYING]