They All Laughed

("I Would Like to See You Again" by Johnny Cash playing)

I'm going to take the...

I'll need you at the office later, okay?

... I have to take the kids to school...

You don't have to start following her until...

announcer (on radio): That was the Man in Black,

and this is WHN 1050 on your dial,

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It's a beautiful Monday here in the Big Apple

so if you city slickers are feelin' blue,

stay right here.

We'll be right back.

-Stavros! -Ah, Leonida.

It's been a long time, long time.

-My wife. -How do you do, Mrs. Niotes?

-(helicopter blades whirring) -(indistinct chatter)

("Leaving Louisiana in the Broad Daylight" by Rodney Crowell playing)

I just got in, I have to leave!

Tomorrow, I go with him to Washington.

So take good care of my wife.

Father! Father?

Come in here and look at this! It's beautiful. I want one.

Stavros Niotes: No, you stay here. I'm fine.

-You watch your mother. -driver: Going to The Plaza, Mr. N-Niotes?

announcer (on radio): That was Rodney Crowell. And now, real quick,

here's another newcomer doing very well.

And I hear she's a New Yorker.

Christy Miller, "Kentucky Nights".

Keep her right here, Sam.

Sam who?

Well, what's your name?

My name's Deborah.

That's why I called you Sam.

You make sense.

I'll take the tangerine if you give me a butt.

Sam: What are you, a cop?

What, do I look like a cop?

Could be. My brother was a cop. So?

So your brother was a cop.

Take the drive up here, will you, Sam?

Okay, boss.

Who's your friend with the beard?

You a Mafia or somethin'?

You smoke too much.

Doin' a lot better. Used to be three packs.

Your friend with the beard is weird.

I'm gonna finish a pack now.

-Too much. -I know.

Goddamn things are killin' people.

-I gotta stop. -Yeah, I stopped.

Sam: Your friend, he don't smoke,

-don't like music... -Uh-huh.

You weird like your friend with the beard?

Me? Oh, no, Sam.

Me, I'm a charmer.

Get off up here.

I'd like to.

Oh, Sam!

Okay, Sam, I'll see you later.

I think you will, boss.

I don't know what I like better about you,

your freckles or... your freckles.

-Oh, you are a-- -Mm-hmm.

kid: Daddy! Daddy!

-Daddy! -Wait for me, Stefania!

Oh, my God! Best girls on earth!

I knew you were coming today. I knew it.

-I knew too, Daddy. -You did not.

I was the one who said "Let's wait a little longer."

You didn't say anything.

-But I thought it. -She thought it.

She's just lying, Dad.

No, I'm not.

Oh, you're smoking, Johnny.

-Jesus! How'd that get there? -"How'd that get there?"

-That's Sam, fellas. This is Steffie. -Ow!

-How's it going, Steffie? -Pretty good.

-And Gina. -Howdy, Gina.

-Howdy. -Gotta drive.

Okay. Go ahead, Sam. Have a good day.

See ya later, kids. Nice to meet you.

So long, Daddy.

-Is that a new one? -What do you think?

-She's very pretty. -I liked her freckles.

Oh, did she have freckles?

Yeah, Daddy. She had a lot of freckles.

-Oh. -Daddy noticed the freckles.

-Well, thanks a lot, Stefania. -What about Christy?

Ah, Christy, Christy, Christy.

"Christy, Christy, Christy." You always say that, Daddy.

Why do you do that? It's so cute.

I don't know why I do that.

I haven't seen you for two days!

It's been two days, Daddy.

Shut up, idiot. Stop repeating everything I say.

-I'm not! -You are!

Well, maybe she has the same thought.

You keep beating her to it.

I have the same thought.

Very boring.

Daddy, can I have a pineapple?

What are you gonna do with a pineapple in school?

Who's gonna cut it for you?

Your mother'll buy you a pineapple.

How is your mother?

-She's okay. -She's okay.

She threw a jar of roses at Dad--

-I mean at Cliff. -Roses, huh?

I don't know why I called him "Dad."

I don't call him that anymore.

Don't worry about it, kid.

Mommy likes for us to call him "Dad."

No. She doesn't care.

Don't worry about it. This is kid shit.

Call the guy whatever you want.

I mean, you see a lot more of him than me.

I'm the one who left.

I sometimes wish you were together.

Well, then we wouldn't have met Christy or Alicia.

Or Suzanna. Is she still in Albuquerque, New Mexico?

Yeah, she'll be there for a while.

Christy's so funny. I like her.

-I like Alicia. -I like Alicia, too.

I didn't say I didn't like her.

You like Christy better.

No, I don't. I like them both.

Sometimes I feel sorry for Christy, though.

-Why is that, angel? -I don't know.

Christy is funny, Daddy.

Christy's in love with you, Daddy.

Yeah, well, I love her too.

But you're not in love with her.

What the hell do you know about it?

Women's intuition.

It's women's intuition, Daddy.

Will you cut that out!

-Come on. You'll be late. -You finish that case, Daddy?

That's why you didn't see me. Started a new one today.

-You got a date tonight? -How about the cab driver?

Good. I don't like when you're alone.

Stop worrying. You'll get an ulcer.

-I love you, Daddy. -Ah, Gina, my Gina.

When can we have dinner?

-How about tomorrow? -Okay.

-Bye. -See you later.

Be nice to your mother!

Good luck tonight, Daddy!

Good luck tonight, Daddy!

There you go again! Stop doing it!

Yo! Cab!

Take me down to Wall Street, will you?

("Ain’t Misbehavin’" by Louis Armstrong playing)