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JENNY: Bobby...
PETER: Bobby... AMY: Bobby baby... PAUL: Bobby bubi... JOANNE: Robby... SUSAN: Robert darling... DAVID: Bobby, we've been trying to call you. JENNY: Bobby... LARRY: Bobby... AMY: Bobby baby... PAUL: Bobby bubi... SARAH: Angel, I've got something to tell you. HARRY: Bob... LARRY: Rob-o... JOANNE: Bobby, love... SUSAN: Bobby, honey... AMY & PAUL: Bobby, we've been trying to reach you all day. LARRY: Bobby... HARRY: Bobby... PETER: Bobby baby... SARAH: Angel... JOANNE: Darling... DAVID & JENNY: The kids were asking, Bobby... HARRY: Bobby... SUSAN: Robert... JOANNE: Robby... PETER: Bob-o... JOANNE & LARRY: Bobby, there was something we wanted to say. SARAH & HARRY: Bobby... PAUL: Bobby bubi... AMY: Sweetheart... SUSAN: Sugar... DAVID & JENNY: Your line was busy. PETER: What have you been up to, kiddo? AMY & PAUL: Bobby, Bobby, how have you been? HARRY: Fella... SARAH: Sweetie, HARRY & SARAH: How have you been? PETER & SUSAN: Bobby, Bobby, how have you been? DAVID, JENNY, JOANNE & LARRY: Stop by on your way home- AMY & PAUL: Seems like weeks since we talked to you! HARRY & SARAH: Bobby, we've been thinking of you! PETER & SUSAN: Bobby, we've been thinking of you! DAVID, JENNY, JOANNE & LARRY: Drop by anytime! AMY & PAUL: Bobby, there's a concert on Tuesday. DAVID & JENNY: Hank and Mary get into town tomorrow. PETER & SUSAN: How about some Scrabble on Sunday? HARRY & SARAH: Why don't we all go to the beach next weekend? JOANNE & LARRY: Bob, we're having people in Saturday night. JENNY: Bobby... PETER: Bobby... AMY: Bobby baby... DAVID & JENNY: Whatcha doing Thursday? HARRY: Bobby... SARAH: Angel... PAUL: Bobby bubi... SARAH & HARRY: Time we got together, is Wednesday alright? AMY: Bobby... LARRY: Rob-o... SUSAN: Bobby, honey... AMY & PAUL: Eight o'clock on Monday. JOANNE: Robby, darling... PETER: Bobby fella... JOANNE & PETER: Bobby baby... ALL: Bobby, come on over for dinner! We'll be so glad to see you! Bobby, come on over for dinner! Just be the three of us, Only the three of us! We looooove you! ROBERT: Phone rings, door chimes, in comes company! No strings, good times, room hums, company! Late nights, quick bites, party games, Deep talks, long walks, telephone calls, Thoughts shared, souls bared, private names, All those photos up on the walls "With love," With love filling the days, With love seventy ways, "To Bobby with love," From all Those Good and crazy people, my friends Those good and crazy people, my married friends And that's what it's all about, isn't it? That's what it's really about, Really about! APRIL: Bobby... KATHY: Bobby... MARTA: Bobby baby... PAUL: Bobby bubi... JOANNE: Robby... SUSAN: Robert, darling... SARAH: Angel, will you do me a favor? LARRY: Bobby... AMY: Bobby... ROBERT: Name it, Sarah. JENNY: Bobby baby... PAUL: Bobby bubi... PETER: Listen pal, I'd like your opinion. HARRY: Bob... LARRY: Rob-o... ROBERT: Try me, Peter. KATHY: Bobby love... MARTA: Bobby honey... LARRY & AMY: Bobby, there's a problem, I need your advice. APRIL & PAUL: Bobby... MARTA & HARRY: Bobby... KATHY & PETER: Bobby baby... SARAH: Angel... JOANNE: Darling... APRIL, KATHY & MARTA: Just half an hour... ROBERT: Amy, can I call you back tomorrow? DAVID & JENNY: Honey, if you'd visit the kids once or twice... PETER & SARAH: Bobby... JOANNE & HARRY: Bobby... PAUL & MARTA: Bobby bubi... AMY: Sweetheart... SUSAN: Sugar... APRIL, KATHY & MARTHA: What's happened to you? ROBERT: Jenny, I could take them to the zoo on Friday. WIVES: Bobby...Bobby...where have you been? HUSBANDS: Fella...kiddo...where have you been? APRIL, KATHY & MARTA: Bobby...Bobby...how have you been? HARRY, PETER, SARAH & SUSAN: Stop by on your way home. ROBERT: Susan, love, I'll make it after seven if I can. WIVES: Bobby, dear, I don't mean to pry... HUSBANDS: Bobby, we've been thinking of you! APRIL, KATHY & MARTA: Bobby, we've been thinking of you! AMY, DAVID, JENNY, JOANNE, LARRY, & PAUL: Drop by anytime! ROBERT: Sorry, Paul, I made a date with Larry and Joanne. WIVES: Bobby, dear, it's none of our business... HUSBANDS: Lookit, pal, I have to work Thursday evening... WIVES: Darling, you've been looking peculiar... HUSBANDS: Bobby boy, you know how I hate the opera... WIVES: Funny thing, your name came up only last night... ROBERT: Harry...David...Kathy, I... APRIL, KATHY & MARTA: I shouldn't say this, but... ROBERT: April...Marta...Listen, people... WIVES: Bobby, we've been worried, you sure you're all right? HUSBANDS: Bobby...Bobby...Bobby baby... APRIL, KATHY & MARTA: Did I do something wrong? HUSBANDS: Bobby bubi, Bobby fella, Bobby, Bobby... ALL EXCEPT ROBERT: Bobby, come on over for dinner! We'll be so glad to see you! Bobby, come on over for dinner! Just be the three of us, Only the three of us, We loooooooooove you! ALL: Phone rings, door chimes, in comes company! No strings, good times, just chums, company! Late nights, quick bites, party games, Deep talks, long walks, telephone calls, Thoughts shared, souls bared, private names, All those photos up on the walls "With love," With love filling the days, With love seventy ways, "To Bobby, with love" From all Those Good and crazy people, my friends, Those good and crazy people, my married friends! And that's what it's all about, isn't it? That's what it's really about, isn't it? That's what it's really about, really about? HUSBANDS: Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? WIVES, APRIL, KATHY & MARTA: Love... HUSBANDS: Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? ROBERT: You I love, and you I love, and you and you and you I love, And you I love, and you I love, and you and you and you I love! ALL: Company! Company! Company! Lots of Company! Life is Company! Love is Company! Company! |
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JOANNE: It's the little things you do together,
Do together, Do together That make perfect relationships. The hobbies you pursue together, Savings you accrue together, Looks you misconstrue together That make marriage a joy. Mmhmm... It's the little things you share together, Swear together, Wear together That make perfect relationships. The concerts you enjoy together, Neighbors you annoy together, Children you destroy together That keep marriage intact. It's not so hard to be married When two maneuver as one. It's not so hard to be married, And Jesus Christ, is it fun. It's sharing little winks together, Drinks together, Kinks together That make marriage a joy. The bargains that you shop together, Cigarettes you stop together, Clothing that you swap together That make perfect relationships. Uh huh Mmhmm... FRIENDS: It's not talk of God and the decade ahead that Allows you to get through the worst. It's, "I do," and, "You don't," and, "Nobody said that," And, "Who brought the subject up first?" It's the little things... The little things, the little things, the little things. The little ways you try together, Cry together, Lie together That make perfect relationships. Becoming a cliche together, Growing old and gray together JOANNE: Withering away together FRIENDS: That make marriage a joy. HUSBANDS: It's not so hard to be married WIVES: It's much the simplest of crimes HUSBANDS: It's not so hard to be married JOANNE: I've done it three or four times. JENNY: It's people that you hate together AMY & PAUL: Bait together PETER & SUSAN: Date together FRIENDS: That make marriage a joy. DAVID: It's things like using force together LARRY: Shouting till you're hoarse together JOANNE: Getting a divorce together FRIENDS: That make perfect relationships. Uh huh Kiss kiss Mmhmm... |
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You're always sorry
You're always grateful You're always wondering what might have been Then she walks in And still you're sorry And still you're grateful And still you wonder And still you doubt And she goes out Everything's different Nothing's changed Only maybe slightly rearranged You're sorry-grateful Regretful-happy Why look for answers Where none occur? You always are What you always were Which has nothing to do with All to do with her You're always sorry You're always grateful You hold her thinking I'm not alone You're still alone You don't live for her You do live with her You're scared she's starting To drift away And scared she'll stay Good things get better Bad get worse Wait, I think I meant that in reverse You're sorry-grateful Regretful-happy Why look for answers Where none occur You'll always be What you always were Which has nothing to do with All to do with her Nothing to do with All to do with her |
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APRIL, KATHY, MARTA:
Doo-doo-doo-doo! Doo-doo-doo-doo! Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo! You could drive a person crazy, You could drive a person mad. First you make a person hazy So a person could be had, Then you leave a person dangling sadly Outside your door, Which could only make a person gladly Want you even more. I could understand a person If it's not a person's bag. I could understand a person If a person was a fag. But worse 'n that, A person that Titillates a person and then leaves her flat Is crazy, He's a troubled person, He's a truly crazy person himself. KATHY: When a person's personality is personable, He should not sit like a lump. It's harder than a matador coercin' a bull To try to get you off of your rump. So single and attentive and attractive a man Is everything a person could wish, But turning off a person is the act of a man Who likes to pull the hooks out of fish. APRIL, KATHY, MARTA: Knock-knock! Is anybody there? Knock-knock! It really isn't fair. Knock-knock! I'm workin' all my charms. Knock-knock! A zombie's in my arms. All that sweet affection! What is wrong? Where's the loose connection? How long, O Lord, how long? Bobby-baby-Bobby-bubbi-Bobby, You could drive a person buggy, You could blow a person's cool. Like you make a person feel all huggy While you make her feel a fool. When a person says that you upset her, That's when you're good. You impersonate a person better Than a zombie should. I could understand a person If he wasn't good in bed. I could understand a person If he actually was dead. Exclusive you! Elusive you! Will any person ever get the juice of you? You're crazy, You're a lovely person, You're a moving, Deeply malajusted, Never to be trusted, Crazy person yourself. Bobby is my hobby and I'm givin' it up! |
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| 2:31 |
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JENNY: Bobby...
PETER: Bobby... AMY: Bobby baby... PAUL: Bobby bubi... JOANNE: Robby... SUSAN: Robert, darling... ALL: Bobby, we've been trying to reach you... SARAH: Angel, I've got something to tell you... AMY & PAUL: Bobby, it's important or I wouldn't call... ALL: Whatcha doin' Thursday? DAVID & JENNY: Bobby, look, I know how you hate it and all... ALL: But this is something special... Not that you don't know a lot of lovely girls, but Bobby, come on over for dinner! There's someone we want you to meet! Bobby, come on over for dinner! HUSBANDS: This girl from the office... WIVES: My niece from Ohio... ALL: It'll just be the four of us! You'll loooove her! LARRY: Have I got a girl for you, Wait till you meet her! Have I got a girl for you, boy Hoo, boy! Dumb And with a weakness for Sazerac slings! You give her even the fruit and she swings. The kind of girl you can't send through the mails! Call me tomorrow, I want the details. PETER: Have I got a chick for you, Wait till you meet her! Have I got a chick for you, boy Hoo, boy! Smart She's into all those exotic mystiques, The Kama Sutra and Chinese techniques I hear she knows more than seventy-five! Call me tomorrow if you're still alive! HUSBANDS: Have I got a girl for you, Wait till you meet her! Have I got a girl for you, boy Hoo, boy! Boy To be in your shoes what I wouldn't give! I mean, the freedom to go out and live! And as for settling down and all that... Marriage may be where it's been, But it's not where it's at. Whaddaya like? You like coming home to a kiss? Somebody with a smile at the door? Whaddaya like? You like indescribable bliss? Then whaddaya wanna get married for? Whaddaya like? You'd like an excursion to Rome? Suddenly taking off to explore? Whaddaya like? You like having meals cooked at home? Then whaddaya wanna get married for? Whaddaya wanna get married for? Whaddaya wanna get married for? Whaddaya wanna get married for? |
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ROBERT: Someone is waiting,
Cool as Sarah, Easy and loving as Susan... Jenny... Someone is waiting, Warm as Susan, Frantic and touching as Amy... Joanne... Would I know her, even if I met her? Have I missed her? Did I let her go? A Susan sort of Sarah, A Jennyish Joanne... Wait for me, I'm ready now I'll find you if I can! Someone will hold me, Soft as Jenny, Skinny and blue-eyed as Amy... Susan... Someone will wake me, Sweet as Amy, Tender and foolish as Sarah... Joanne... Did I know her? Have I waited too long? Maybe so...but maybe so has she. My blue-eyed Sarah, warm Joanne, Sweet Jenny, loving Susan, Crazy Amy, Wait for me...I'll hurry! Wait for me...Hurry! Wait for me...Hurry! Wait for me... |
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| 5:55 |
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MARTA: Another hundred people just got off of the train,
And came up through the ground, While another hundred people just got off of the bus, And are looking around At another hundred people who got off of the plane, And are looking at us, Who got off of the train, And the plane, and the bus, Maybe yesterday. It's a city of strangers Some come to work, some to play A city of strangers Some come to stare, some to stay And every day The ones who stay Can find each other in the crowded streets and the guarded parks By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees with the battered barks And they walk together past the postered walls with the crude remarks And they meet at parties through the friends-of-friends, who they never know "Will you pick me up, or do I meet you there, or shall we let it go? Did you get my message? 'Cause I looked in vain Can we see each other Tuesday if it doesn't rain? Look, I'll call you in the morning, or my service'll explain." And another hundred people just got off of the train. It's a city of strangers Some come to work, some to play A city of strangers Some come to stare, some to stay And every day Some go away... Or they find each other in the crowded streets and the guarded parks By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees with the battered barks And they walk together past the postered walls with the crude remarks And they meet at parties through the friends-of-friends, who they never know "Will you pick me up, or do I meet you there, or shall we let it go? Did you get my message? 'Cause I looked in vain Can we see each other Tuesday if it doesn't rain? Look, I'll call you in the morning, or my service'll explain." And another hundred people just got off of the train. And another hundred people just got off of the train. And another hundred people just got off of the train. And another hundred people just got off of the train. Another hundred people just got off of the train. |
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| 4:03 |
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JENNY: Bless this day,
Pinnacle of life Husband joined to wife The heart leaps up to behold This golden day. PAUL: Today is for Amy Amy, I give you the rest of my life To cherish and to keep you To honor you forever Today is for Amy, My, happily, soon-to-be wife. AMY: Pardon me, is everybody here? Because if everybody's here, I'd like to thank you all For coming to the wedding. I'd appreciate you going even more, I mean, you must have lots of better things to do, And not a word of it to Paul Remember Paul? You know, the man I'm going to marry But I'm not, because I wouldn't ruin anyone As wonderful as he is. Thank you all for the gifts and the flowers, Thank you all, now it's back to the showers Don't tell Paul, but I'm not getting married today. JENNY: Bless this day, Tragedy of life Husband bound to wife The heart sinks down And feels dead This dreadful day. AMY: Listen everybody, look, I don't know what you're waiting for A wedding. What's a wedding? It's a prehistoric ritual Where everybody promises fidelity forever, Which is maybe the most horrifying word I ever heard of, Which is followed by a honeymoon, where suddenly he'll realize He's saddled with a nut, and want to kill me, which he should. Thanks a bunch, but I'm not getting married Go have lunch, 'cause I'm not getting married You've been grand, but I'm not getting married Don't just stand there, I'm not getting married And don't tell Paul, but I'm not getting married today. Go! Can't you go? Why is nobody listening? Goodbye! Go and cry At another person's wake. If you're quick, for a kick You could pick up a christening But please, on my knees, There's a human life at stake! Listen everybody, I'm afraid you didn't hear Or do you want to see a crazy lady fall apart in front of you? It isn't only Paul who would be ruining his life You know, we'll both of us be losing our identities I telephoned my analyst about it, and he said to see him Monday But by Monday I'll be floating in the Hudson with the other garbage. I'm not well, so I'm not getting married You've been swell, but I'm not getting married Clear the hall, 'cause I'm not getting married Thank you all, but I'm not getting married And don't tell Paul, but I'm not getting married today. JENNY: Bless this bride, Totally insane Slipping down the drain And bless this day in our hearts As it starts To rain. PAUL: Today is for Amy Amy, I give you the rest of my life To cherish and to keep you To honor you forever AMY: Go! Can't you go? Look, you know I adore you all But why watch me die Like Eliza on the ice? Look, perhaps I'll collapse In the apse right before you all So take back the cake Burn the shoes, and boil the rice. PAUL: Today is for Amy, My, happily, soon-to-be wife My adorable wife... AMY: Look, I didn't want to have to tell you, But I may be coming down with hepatitis, and I think I'm gonna faint So if you want to watch me faint, I'll do it happily, But wouldn't it be funnier to go and watch a funeral? So thank you for the twenty-seven dinner plates, Thirty-seven butter knives, Forty-seven paperweights, Fifty-seven candle holders PAUL: One more thing... AMY: I'm not getting married. CHOIR: Amen! PAUL: Softly said... AMY: But I'm not getting married. CHOIR: Amen! PAUL: With this ring... AMY: See, I'm not getting married! CHOIR: Amen! PAUL: I thee wed. AMY: Still, I'm not getting married! CHOIR: Amen! PAUL: Let us pray that we are getting married AMY: Let us pray that we're not getting married ALL: Today! |
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| 2:54 |
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| 3:28 |
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Bobby: Where ya going?
April: Barcelona. Bobby: Oh. April: Don't get up. Bobby: Do you have to? April: Yes, I have to. Bobby: Oh. April: Don't get up. April: Now you're angry. Bobby: No, I'm not. April: Yes, you are. Bobby: No, I'm not. Put your things down. April: See, you're angry. Bobby: No, I'm not. April: Yes, you are. Bobby: No, I'm not. Put your wings down and stay. April: I'm leaving. Bobby: Why? April: To go to- Bobby: Stay. April: I have to- Both: -Fly Bobby: -I know- Both: -To Barcelona. Bobby: Look, you're a very special girl, Not just overnight. No, you're a very special girl, And not because you're bright... Not just because you're bright. You're just a very special girl...June! April: April! Bobby: April! April: Thank you. Bobby: Whatcha thinking? April: Barcelona. Bobby: Oh. April: Flight Eighteen. Bobby: Stay a minute. April: I would like to. Bobby: So? April: Don't be mean. Bobby: Stay a minute. April: No, I can't. Bobby: Yes, you can. April: No, I can't. Bobby: Where you going? April: Barcelona! Bobby: So you said. April: And Madrid. Bobby: Bon voyage. April: On a Boeing. Bobby: Goodnight. April: You're angry. Bobby: No. April: I've got to. Bobby: Right. April: Report to- Bobby: Go. April: That's not to say... That if I had my way... Oh well, I guess, OK. Bobby: What? April: I'll stay. Bobby: But...oh God! |
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| 4:18 |
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I'd like to propose a toast.
Here's to the ladies who lunch. Everybody laugh. Lounging in their caftans and planning a brunch. On their own behalf. Off to the gym, then to a fitting. Claiming they're fat and looking grim Cause they've been sitting choosing a hat. Does anyone still wear a hat? I'll drink to that. And here's to the girls who play smart- Aren't they a gas? Rushing to their classes in optical art, Wishing it would pass. Another long exhausting day, Another thousand dollars. A matinee, a Pinter play, Perhaps a piece of Mahler's. I'll drink to that. And one for Mahler! And here's to the girls who play wife- Aren't they too much? Keeping house but clutching a copy of LIFE, Just to keep in touch. The ones who follow the rules, And meet themselves at the schools, Too busy to know that they're fools, Aren't they a gem? I'll drink to them. Let's all drink to them. And here's to the girls who just watch- Aren't they the best? When they get depressed It's a bottle of scotch, Plus a little jest. Another chance to disapprove Another brilliant singer. Another reason not to move Another vodka stinger. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh! I'll drink to that. So here's to the girls on the go- Everybody tries. Look into their eyes and you'll see what they know. Everybody dies. A toast to that invincible bunch. The dinosaur surviving the crunch. Let's hear it for the ladies who lunch- Everybody rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! |
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| 2:59 |
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| 5:07 |
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Someone to hold you too close.
Someone to hurt you too deep. Someone to sit in you chair, To ruin your sleep, [dialogue] Someone to need you too much. Someone to know you too well. Someone to pull you up short, And put you through hell, [dialogue] Someone you have to let in, Someone whose feelings you spare, Someone who, like it or not, Will want you to share A little, a lot. [dialogue] Someone to crowd you with love. Someone to force you to care. Someone to make you come through, Who'll always be there, As frightened as you, Of being alive, Being alive. Being alive. Being alive! [dialogue] Somebody hold me too close. Somebody hurt me too deep. Somebody sit in my chair, And ruin my sleep, And make me aware, Of being alive. Being alive. Somebody need me too much. Somebody know me too well. Somebody pull me up short, And put me through hell, And give me support, For being alive. Make me alive. Make me alive. Make me confused. Mock me with praise. Let me be used. Vary my days. But alone, Is alone, Not alive. Somebody crowd me with love. Somebody force me to care. Somebody let me come through, I'll always be there, As frightened as you, To help us survive, Being alive. Being alive. Being alive! |
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