Where the Heart Is

All right! Way to go!

Armed. Clear.

? We shall overcome ?

What do you want me to do?

Get those pickets out! I've got a job to do.

- What? - To hell with it!

I just got off the phone with Jack.

He said there's a possibility of picketers...

picketing.

Did he?

? Oh, deep in our heart ?

- Did we get it? - Hang on a minute.

- Yes! - Yes, we got it!

We got it!

It's absurd.

A monstrosity like that by a third-rate architect.

How was I to know the New York Times...

would declare him a genius?

They're turning this town into a tomb, Harry...

making every rat-infested ruin into a monument.

Yeah, keep the city safe for the cockroaches.

- That's great! Terrific! - Please, go away.

Okay. One more time for the camera.

Okay, kids? Great, great.

Is there any way to build around it?

Sure! The tallest building in Brooklyn...

with a little pimple on its bottom.

Great idea. Good thinking.

We saved the Dutch house! We saved the Dutch house!

That's my daughter.

Daphne?

Daphne! Honey!

You know I was understanding...

when you stood up for the whales and the rain forests.

How could you betray your own dad...

for this broken-down Dutch toilet?

I'm not with them.

Mom sent me to tell you not to be late.

Oh, yeah.

It's just like something you would do.

Right!

We saved the Dutch house!

May I?

We saved the Dutch house.

We saved the Dutch house.

We saved the Dutch house.

We saved the Dutch house.

We saved the Dutch house. We saved the Dutch house.

What financial effect will this preservation order...

have on your development?

-Not now. -We don't have any comment at this time.

Dad, let me take the limo.

I'll send it right back.

That's out of the question, honey.

It's raining. You want to ruin...

the most important night of my life?

It's my fault it's raining? I made you late?

Thanks, Dad. I saw you on TV.

Sorry. Come on,Jose.

Jimmy, we're waiting, all right?

Coming!

Jimmy? The bike.

Sorry, Dad.

Acid rain is murder on the chrome.

- Ah. - Saw you on TV.

A victory for the committee...

to save the city.

Hey, who stopped the music?

I did. Your dad, the laughingstock...

of New York City.

I stopped the music...

forever!

You're late, darling.

- Are you ready? - No, not quite.

Oooh. Well then...

how --

How can I be late?

Whoa!

Come on. Come on.

Well done, Lionel.

Oh, you're here!

Don't worry about the limo, Chloe.

- We managed to find a cab. - Good.

Your seats are down there.

Good show, Lionel. Good color, texture.

- Thanks. - That's my son.

- Hi,John. - Did you catch Lionel's show?

It was wonderful. How you doing?

We're in time for our baby.

For my degree work, I've made a film.

I've developed a technique based on 18th century trompe l'oeil...

which involves painting on the human body...

mostly my own, and my sister Daphne's...

whom I would like to thank.

Okay.

Go! Start it!

''The body is an infinite landscape...

painted by the soul.'' Baudelaire.

Wow.

Your sister's even more --

You know...

than I imagined.

It's art, darling.

You look. You don't have to understand it.

''People, paint, illusions.'' Chloe McBain.

Education, I'm all for.

God knows I've paid enough for it.

All she's got to show for it is a pornographic film.

At least she's normal.

- You call that normal? - She's not a...

you know... like my boy Lionel.

Three white wines, please.

- You paid for his education, right? - Right.

Put him on the streets. That'll shape him up.

He won't leave. He's got it too good at home.

Half these parents...

are the victims of the ''won't leave home'' syndrome.

- How the hell can you get them out? - How?

- Uh-huh. - With cunning and surprise.

You harden your heart.

Oh, God. He hated it.

- They all hated it. - Not all.

Some of them were just bored.

Come on, I'm just kidding.

They loved it.

Congratulations.

Oh... you were great.

The most amazing man has offered me a contract...

to produce my own collection. Can you believe it?

That's great.

How much is he paying you?

Well, it doesn't work like that, Jimmy.

They're giving me a huge cut of the profits.

Lionel, great show.

Chloe, amazing. What can I say?

- Roll over Picasso. - Picasso?

You never looked at a painting before you met Chloe.

- Chloe's work has opened my eyes. - Flies!

Aesthetically provocative...

and stunningly sexy.

Well now, how would you like...

to create a calendar for a client of mine?

An insurance company.

- For money? - Quite a substantial amount.

It's flattering...

but I want to be a serious artist. Thanks.

The most serious artists in New York...

work in advertising. I'd say it's the only...

true art of our time.

Think about it, Chloe.

Girls, you have the world at your feet.

Try not to trip over it.

Dad, we're crossing the Brooklyn Bridge.

Crossing the river?

Leaving Manhattan?

- Hey,Jose, wrong way. - No, it's the right way.

I'm putting you kids...

on the straight and narrow.

Do you love it?

Ugly is ''in'' this year. Everybody just loves it.

- Yeah, it's poetic. - Uh-huh.

Like a flower stopping a tank.

I'm glad you like it...

'cause I'm giving it to you kids.

What?

I guess we could fix it up with the right decorator.

Dad, I don't think we're ready to live on our own.

Think of it as a survival test.

It'll be fun.

You mean, it's only a game?

It's a game, exactly...

but with very strict rules, son.

No designers.

You'll do that yourselves.

I'll give you money.

I'll give you, say, $7 50 each.

And the game will start...

right now.

- Right now? - Uh-huh.

What do we do once we've used up the $7 50?

I guess you'll have to use your wits.

Think of ways to make money.

I suppose...

getting a job would be cheating?

No, no.Jobs are good. Jobs are allowed.

It doesn't sound like a game.

It sounds like real life.

It's an adventure. You'll have your own place...

- do whatever you want. - Wait.

Play that music as loud as you like!

It'll be great, just great.

You can't spoil us, then stop when it suits you.

Mom?

You're being unreasonable, Stewart!

They can't move in right away. That house is a ruin!

Come on, children. Let's go home.

Get in the car, Jean.

I will not abandon my children.

Just get in the car.

Home, Jose.