All of Me

One, two, three, four.

Take it, Roger.

I'm getting too old for this.

Oh, God.

Happy birthday, my darling.

So, how does it feel to be thirty-eight?

Oh, great.

Just think, in two years I'll be forty, in twelve I'll be fifty.

I'm really excited about this.

- It's fun. - Oh, sweetie.

Hey, what am I doing with my life?

What am I doing with my career?

- What am I doing with us? - You're boring us.

Yeah.

Do you love it? It's an African grave post.

Is that gorgeous?

You bought me a grave post for my thirty-eighth birthday?

Look, I'm sorry. I like it, I really do.

It's really nice. Look, uh, I've been thinkin'.

Remember, remember that thing you used to wanna talk about,

and I never did?

You know, uh, the "M" word?

Well, I think maybe it's time that we did the "M" word.

Roger, I don't think you're ready to do the "M" word.

Yeah, I am, honest.

Peggy, I want to get...

..."M'd".

Roger, if you can't say the "M" word,

then you're not ready to do the "M" word.

I can say the "M" word. Geez!

Marriage, marriage, of course, I can say it. What do you think?

I think we shouldn't get into this right now.

You're going to be late for work, and you know how daddy hates that.

I just came by to wish you a happy, happy thirty-eighth.

Mmm.

Happy thirty-eighth. That's a contradiction in terms.

That was very bodacious.

Hey, Roger Dodger, what it is?

- Hey, Bix. - ( barks )

Makin' any money today?

Almost as much as I made last night.

- That bad, huh? - Yeah.

Look, Roger,

I've been thinkin' of joinin' Jimmy Bowers' big band.

I want you to come and go with me.

I appreciate it, Ty, but--

No, don't give me that but, but jive.

Hey, look at this face.

- I'm quitting the group, Ty. - You're doin' what?

I gotta give up something.

I figure I still have time to make something of myself as a lawyer

and I'm not going any further as a musician.

Oh, this is an unhappy face.

Not that unhappy.

This is the face of a man who has given up the wrong thing.

- Don't pick my nose. - ( barking )

And if you do not correct your thinkin' in this matter,

I shall be forced to tell the world that you are a honky mook!

Tyrone, you really should not call another person a honky mook.

And why not?

Well, for one reason, you're white.

- I am? - Yeah.

Oh, my God, I am.

I'm late, Ty, I gotta go. I'm doing the right thing, really.

You be cool, fool. Good jammin' with you, Bix.

Well?

Well, you're dying alright.

Ever since I was a child doctors have been telling me I'm dying.

Yeah, well, I guess you've had enough practice

because you're really doing it now.

- How much time? - A week, a day.

- A month? - Mm-hm.

Good.

The phone.

- Got a cigarette? - You don't smoke.

It can't hurt now.

Thank you.

After thirty-two years of marriage,

you're still a naughty little devil, aren't you?

Shouldn't you answer that? Maybe it's your wife.

Ever since she filed for divorce she hardly ever calls anymore.

I'm sorry, Mr. Schuyler, but, Edwina Cutwater is on one.

Oh, God. Alright.

It's okay.

I just wanted to tell you, your wife subpoenaed me.

Oh, Gretch, I'm so sorry about that.

I do have to take this call.

- Good morning, Margo. - Good morning, Roger.

Good morning, Bix.

Any good ones for me today? Any unfairly evicted tenants?

Uh, farm workers, Indians?

Well, Mr. Van Rensselaer called.

He wants you to fire his chauffeur.

Mr. Spencer Sr. wants you to draw up a pre-marital agreement

for Mr. Spencer, Jr.

And finally, Mr. Spencer Jr. called,

he wants you to tell Mr. Spencer Sr. to mind his own friggin' business.

May justice prevail.

Why do I do it?

I think it's called paying dues.

I've been paying dues for eleven years. I should own the entire club by now.

- Right on, Roger. - No more.

I want worthwhile cases. I want to defend right against wrong.

I want a partnership.

You're telling the wrong people, Roger.

I know. I was practicing. Pretty good, huh?

I think wadding the message is very effective.

I'm gonna do this for Schuyler right now.

Seymour, she was the fourth woman today to tell she's been subpoenaed.

Mr. Schuyler, I have to talk to you.

I don't want her on the stand!

Listen, if you haven't got the guff to handle this the right way,

I'm going to find someone who does!

- Mr. Schuyler-- - I was just gonna call you.

Get Miss Cutwater's file. Go out to the house.

Edwina claims that she's finally dying and needs to get her affairs in order.

No, uh, I have to discuss my future here right now.

Well, Roger, we are discussing your future.

You're going to Edwina Cutwater's house.

I want a partnership.

Listen, the day you give up bebop and concentrate on the law, we'll talk.

Start talking. I quit the band.

As of today I'm dedicating myself full time to my legal career.

Later today, I'm going to buy a vest.

My God, you're serious.

I am serious.

But I want to start handling real cases, the big cases.

No more of this trick or treat stuff.

Roger, you don't know how long I have waited to hear you say those words.

Going out to Edwina Cutwater's house is not my idea--

No, no. Listen to me.

Long after Edwina is gone from this earth,

her estate is going to generate more income for this office

than most small countries see in a year.

And it's going to take a lot of very sophisticated

legal expertise to structure and administer those affairs.

Now, you do this for me, today, go out to her house,

and I'll put you in charge of all that.

Now, if that's not real law,

if that's not big law, I don't know what the hell is.

Actually the more I think about this thing, the better it sounds.

Don't look at me like that, will you?

I'm not going in there as a messenger boy.

I'm going in as a highly skilled legal adviser.

This is really good.

No more being looked down upon by people that think

they're better than I am, because they're rich.

From now on I'm gonna be respected...

By people who think they're better than I am, because they're rich.

Hi. Roger Cobb from Schuyler and Mifflin to see Miss Cutwater.

- Yes, sir, you are expected. - I'll show him up.

- Betty Ahrens. - I'm Roger Cobb.

Try not to excite her, okay?

Edwina: Grayson? Oh, Grayson.

- Yes, madam? - Don't forget to pick up the invitations,

and make sure they're hand delivered the moment I die.

The moment you die. Yes, madam.

- Oh, Mr.-- - Cobb.

Cobb. Oh, yes, you're the tedious one.

Do you mind accompanying me back to my deathbed?

Now, here's the name of my caterer, and the evening's menu.

Make sure they have plenty of goose paté, it's marvelous.

This is for the funeral?

One doesn't have goose paté at a funeral.

Now, Mr. Fulton Norris is a wonderful society orchestra.

I should like you to engage him for the entire weekend.

- ( sighs ) - This is for the wake, ma'am?

Heavens, no. It's for a party, and I want it to be a corker.

- Guess what I'm going to do? - What?

I'm going to come back from the dead.

And, ah, what makes you think you can do that?

Because I'm rich.

Grayson, come in here, please. Over.

Miss Cutwater, this is not a parking ticket we're talking about, here,

this is the, uh, Grim Reaper.

You cannot bribe the Grim Reaper.

Oh, Mr. Cobb, I spent a lifetime shackled by...

frailty and poor health...

wheelchairs and sick beds.

It's my heart, you see.

It means well, but it's always been something of a lemon.

I've had all the money in the world and not one good chance to enjoy it.

I have never been to Europe.

I've never been anywhere, really.

Oh, sure I've ordered from Neiman's and Gucci's,

but I've never actually been there.

I've never ridden my horses. I've never been to a ballet.

I've never danced.

But, Cutwater's aren't quitters. ( sighs )

So, I've decided that if my wealth cannot help me in this life,

then my God, it's going to buy me another one.

- Ah, Grayson. - You, ah, walkie-talkied, madam?

Yes, please send in Mr. Prakha Lasa and what's her name,

- Fred's daughter. - Miss Terry, madam.

Gas me.

Excuse me, am I just getting you goose paté,

or do you have any legal work for me?

of course I do. I need you to amend my will...

so that what's her name, um...