Love Story

What can you say about a 25-year-old girl who died?

That she was beautiful and brilliant?

That she loved Mozart and Bach?

The Beatles?

And me?

Do you have The Waning of the Middle Ages?

You have your own library, preppie.

Would you answer my question, please?

Would you answer mine first?

Look, we're allowed to use the Radcliffe Library.

I am not talking legality, preppie. I'm talking ethics.

I mean, Harvard's got five million books,

and Radcliffe's got a few lousy thousand.

All I want is one. I've got an hour exam tomorrow, damn it.

Please watch your profanity, preppie.

What makes you so sure I went to prep school?

You look stupid and rich.

Actually, I'm smart and poor.

- I'm smart and poor. - What makes you so smart?

I wouldn't go for coffee with you.

- Well, I wouldn't ask you. - Well, that's what makes you stupid.

Comp. Lit. 105, not bad.

Music 150, not bad.

Music 201. That's a graduate course.

- Renaissance Polyphony. - What's polyphony?

Nothing sexual, preppie.

Look, Miss Cavalleri, I told you, my name Is Oliver.

- First or last? - First.

- Oliver what? - Barrett.

Barrett like the poet?

Yeah. No relation.

- Barrett like the hall? - Yes.

Hey, I'm having coffee with a real Harvard building.

- You're Barrett Hall. - No, I'm not Barrett Hall.

My great-grandfather happened to give the thing to Harvard.

So his not-so-great grandson would be able to get in.

If you're so convinced I'm a loser,

Why did you bulldoze me into buying you coffee?

I like your body.

- I major in Social Studies. - It doesn't show.

It's an honors program.

Listen, preppie, I know you've got at least a few brains.

Really?

Yeah. You're hung up on me, aren't you?

- Jenny! - Yeah?

Listen, you conceited Radcliffe bitch,

Friday night's the Dartmouth hockey game.

- So? - So I want you to come.

Why the hell should I want to go to a lousy hockey game?

- Because I'm playing. - For which side?

Two minutes, number seven. Holding.

Barrett, two minutes, holding.

Why are you sitting here when all your friends are out there playing?

- I'm in the penalty box. - What?

- The penalty box. - What did you do wrong?

- I tried too hard. - Is that a big disgrace?

- Come on, I'm trying to concentrate. - On what?

How I'm going to total that Dartmouth bastard!

- Come on, Arthur, let's go! - Are you a dirty player?

Would you ever total me?

Yeah, I will right now if you don't shut up.

I'm leaving. Good-bye.

Barrett's back in the game. Harvard's at full strength.

Go, team, go! Go, team, go!

Harvard goal. Hackman on the assist, Barrett.

- So now I've seen a hockey game. - What'd you like best?

- When you were on your ass. - Thanks for coming.

- Did I say you could? - What?

- Kiss me. - I was carried away.

I wasn't.

Jenny, I may not call you for a few months.

- Why? - Then again, I might call you

- as soon as I get back to my room. - Bastard.

See, you dish it out, but you can't take it.

- Hello, animals. - Hey, Ollie.

- What'd you get tonight, Ollie? - An assist on the last goal.

Off Cavalleri?

- None of your business. - I'm your roommate!

- Who's this? - Hey, hey, Barrett got a new goody?

- Yeah, Jenny Cavalleri. - Who?

Some music type from Rhode Island somewhere.

Yeah, I know the one. Real tight-ass.

Yeah, plays piano for The Bach society.

What does she play with Barrett?

Probably hard-to-get.

- Simpson. - Yeah?

Up yours.

That proves it.

Hello, Jen?

What would you say if I told you...

I think I'm in love with you?

Never say love if you don't really mean it.

What makes you think I don't mean it?

- You're a known quantity, Barrett. - Meaning?

You're known for quantity.

I mean at Radcliffe, every hall is Barrett Hall.

You've been checking up on me, haven't you?

I don't dine outdoors with just anybody.

- Am I just anybody? - What do you think, preppie?

Listen, you're going to have to fend for yourself this weekend.

See, I'm going to be mixing it up with Francis Lapierre.

- Very funny. - Are you jealous?

Francis Lapierre is the captain of the Cornell hockey team.

Oh, you've been reading the sports page, huh?

You know, I wouldn't mind watching you play hockey with Cornell this weekend.

No. I'll be involved.

Oh, yeah. The All-Ivy title.

- More than the All-Ivy title? - Hell of a lot more.

Cornell goal, Cashay.

Score tied, 3-3.

Come on, Barrett! Break it up!

I'll kick your ass all the way back to Montreal.

Break it up! Come on!

All right! Break it up, you guys!

Come on! Get up!

You're out of the game, Barrett! Come on!

I'll break yours before you break mine!

Come on, Barrett! Get off the ice.

Get off the ice!

- You chicken-shit! - You Montreal faggots!

What are you talking about? Lapierre started the fight!

- Get in there! - Oh, come on!

Five minutes for number seven. Fight.

Penalty, Barrett of Harvard, five minutes for fighting.

Probably want a steak, son.

Thank you, father, but the doctor took care of it.

I meant for your stomach, Oliver.

I think I'm supposed to eat with the team, sir.

Oh, well, that's fine.

- Does your face hurt? - No, sir.

I'd like Jack Wells to take a look at it Monday.

- It's not necessary, sir. - Jack's a specialist, you know.

It's not... nothing special.

My car's over there. Can I give you a lift somewhere?

I'll walk you to your car.

Tell me, Oliver, have you heard from the law school?

Father, I haven't... I haven't exactly decided on the law school.

I was merely asking whether the law school had decided on you.

- No, sir. - There really isn't any doubt.

About what, sir?

The law school needs good men like you.

- They haven't got a hockey team. - You have other qualities, Oliver.

I'm sorry you had to come all the way up here to see Harvard lose.

I came to see you play.

You know, Oliver, the dean of the law school is an old classmate...

That's very nice, sir.

- Well, good-bye. - Good-bye, sir.

- Give my best to mother. - Yes, I will.

Briggs Hall. Sandy Davidson!

- Jennifer Cavalleri. - You have a call on two.

- She's in the downstairs phone booth. - Where is that?

Around the corner.

Briggs Hall.

Would you please, would you please...

For god's sake, Phil!

Yes. Yeah, yeah.

For the million and oneth time, yeah.

Absolutely.

Oh, I love you, too, Phil.

Yeah. I love you, too.

Good-bye.

Hi.

Hey, what happened to you? You look terrible.

I'm injured.

Did you at least make the other guy look worse?

I always make the other guy look worse.

- Jenny... - Yeah?

- Who's Phil? - My father.

You call your father Phil?

That's his name. What do you call your father?

- Son of a bitch. - To his face?

- I never see his face. - Why? Does he wear a mask?

- In a way. - Come on, he must be proud as hell.

- Here you are, this big Harvard jock. - So was he.

Bigger than All-Ivy?

He rowed single sculls in the 1928 Olympics.

- Oh. Did he win? - No.

Then why is he a son of a bitch?

Because he leans on me. Because he makes me do the right things.

What's wrong with doing the right things?

I don't like to be programmed in the Barrett tradition.

I don't like to have to put out "X" amount of achievement every term.

Yeah, I've noticed you hate making dean's list and being All-Ivy.

What I hate is that he expects no less, and when I do come through,

He's so incredibly blasé and indifferent.

- That's ridiculous. - You know all he said after the game?

He went all the way up to Ithaca to watch you play hockey?

After we blew the title

and after I was nearly massacred by the wild Canadian hordes,

do you know what the big banker Harvard man said to his son?

Hordes in Ithaca?

"You know, Oliver, the dean of the law school was a classmate of mine."

What did you expect him to say? "How's your sex life?"

- Whose side are you on, Jenny? - I didn't know it was a war.

You don't understand.

Oh, I think I understand quite a bit more than you wish I did.

Did your father... Excuse me...

Did the son of a bitch at least get lousy grades?

- He was a Rhodes Scholar. - I think I notice a little problem

of overachievement in the Barrett family.