I think these pantyhose are too dark for this dress.
Julia
Oh, my goodness. Suzanne, do something. That could be embarrassing. I mean, in 45 minutes when the finest people in Georgia are gathered here before me, I wouldn't want anyone to say, "Did you see that woman with her head stuck in the staircase? Yes. That woman the Governor just stepped over? Don't you think her pantyhose are a little dark for her dress?"
Now, listen, I have a lighter pair right here.
Julia
Suzanne, of all the experiences I would like to avoid, I believe having my pantyhose changed in the front hallway of the Governor's Mansion would rank right up there.
Well, just excuse me for livin'. It wasn't something I was going to particularly enjoy myself, anyway.
[The ladies head to Japan by plane to visit their mother and pick up Suzanne's new car.]
I can’t believe first class is full up. We’re back here traveling in coach, we might as well be on a subway.
And I'll tell you something else. I am not eating octopus, walking around in my stocking feet or takin a bath with my neighbors no matter what those little people say.
Julia
It's always stimulating to travel with the international voice of racism.
Julia
You should sit here. I should sit in the middle.
It's too late Julia, I called dibs.(to Japanese looking man sitting by the window) Didn't I? Ah, you don't understand. They probably don't have dibs in your country. I just hate traveling to underdeveloped lands.(to Julia) By the way, just what is he doing sitting by the window? Everybody knows I always have to sit by the window. He's sittin' in my seat.(to man by the window) Excuse me! Excuse me! Julia, give me that phrase book. Does it tell you how to say "you just get your little butt out of my window seat right this minute"?
Julia
I guess I’m excited about seeing mother again, visiting a totally new country. Of course, seeing Japan with mother will be seeing the "Real Japan".
Julia, I am just here to visit mother and pick up a car. I do not want to have any cultural experiences. As for seeing the "Real Japan", I’ve noticed that whenever people start talking about seeing the "real" anything, what they’re talking about basically, is hanging around with poor people. Now I say, I don’t hang around with poor people at home, why should I do it on vacation?
[Sam, the guy from the plane, lets the ladies sleep with him in his hotel cubicle.]
Will you please take your hand off my breast.
Julia
Suzanne, I'm tired. I've had it. Now I need some place to rest my hand and if you've got something to rest it on, I'm gonna use it. Just be quiet and go to sleep.
Julia
Suzanne, it's just human nature. People love to see beautiful women get old or fat.
All my life I've had to fight my weight, and I admit, food has been my security blanket. But also, I just gain weight more easily than some people, like you... you've always had that tiny waist and those skinny little legs. But I can't be that, and people have always tried to make me be that.
Julia
Suzanne, you're not alone. I'd be willing to bet most of the people in this country are overweight.
The point is it's different for women, especially beautiful women. Just look at Elizabeth Taylor. I bet I've seen National Velvet maybe twenty times, and if she never did anything else in her life, what a contribution that was. But all of a sudden because she got fat, it was like she no longer had the right to live in this country. That's how I feel right now. Drugs, alcohol, cancer... whatever your problems, people are sympathetic.....unless you're fat, and then you're supposed to be ashamed. I mean, everything is set up to tell you that; magazine covers, clothes. 'If you're not thin, you're not neat, and that's it.' And if looks are all you've ever had...
Julia
What do you mean 'If looks are all you ever had'? Suzanne, first of all don't be a dummy. Your looks will never be in the past tense. That face speaks for itself, and it's here to stay. And secondly, even if that weren't so... who cares!
Julia
I mean, you and I are getting pretty far along in life, and I have been able to figure out a couple of things.
Are you gonna give me the key?
Julia
Yes, as a matter-of-fact I am. In the end it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks about you. You have to be exactly who and what you want to be. Most everyone is floating along on phony public relations. People who say being beautiful, or rich or thin makes them happy — people who are trying to make their marriages and their children seem better than they actually are.... and for what?! Appearances. Appearances don't count for diddly! In the end, all the really matter is what was true, and truly said, and how we treated one another. And that's it.
[It's now Suzanne's turn to dream, and she is dreaming that she, Charlene, Julia, Mary Jo, and Anthony are all infants in the hospital nursery in a giant crib or playpen....]
BMBaby Mary Jo
Whaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh
BCBaby Charlene
Don't cry, Mary Jo. What's wrong?
BSBaby Suzanne
Nothing's wrong. She's just jealous because I was the first baby born after midnite — January One, 1990.
BMBaby Mary Jo
I'm not jealous, I'm hungry!! I only weighed in at five pounds.sucks her thumb
BSBaby Suzanne
Yeah, like that's a problem. You know you're little and tiny and cute. Of course you're not as cute as some people. Hey where's that mirror-mobile? I like that thing.
BJBaby Julia
Suzanne, suck your pacifier.
BSBaby Suzanne
Ohh!! A little fussy today aren't we? Well, you're all just jealous because I won the new car. I was the first baby. I won, I won, I won!
BJBaby Julia
Suzanne, I am not fussy today. I just don't particularly care for the head nurse. She is so superior! I'm especially tired of her coming in here every five minutes with that thermometer. I'd like to tell her where to stick it.....but apparently she already knows.
BCBaby Charlene
Well I think this whole place is great. It's twenty-four hour room service, and look! [She holds up her hospital ID bracelet.] Free jewelry!
BSBaby Suzanne
Are you serious?
BCBaby Charlene
Yeah, I think it's pretty.
BSBaby Suzanne
Well, I'm glad you're developing a taste for cheap bracelets. You're gonna need that later on in life. And by the way, would someone kindly tell me what is he doing here?
BABaby Anthony
Excuse me, but to whom are you referring?
BSBaby Suzanne
Oh, well like I'm the only one here who noticed! Hasn't anyone else asked themselves what is wrong with this picture?
BMBaby Mary Jo
He's different!
BCBaby Charlene
Oh, I know. I especially noticed during the diaper change. He's definitely different.
BABaby Anthony
That's right, very very different. And I'll tell you something else. For some reason, I do not particularly appreciate being put behind these bars. Whaaaaahhhh!! I don't want to be incarcerated anymore! Let me out! I'm busting out of here now!!
BSBaby Suzanne
Oh keep your diapers on!! You wouldn't even make it to the hallway.
BABaby Anthony
Well maybe not on my own... but I'm gonna be driving that little car right there.
BSBaby Suzanne
Whaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!
BABaby Anthony
I was just gonna borrow it. I'll bring it back.
BSBaby Suzanne
You can't take that!! It's my car, I won it. I'm the New Years baby!
BBBaby Bernice
Not anymore!! Not anymore!!
BSBaby Suzanne
That's my car!! That's my car!!!
[The mistress asks "big, black, beautiful buck" Anthony if she can sculpt him.]
Julia
All right, that's it. Look, Ms. Langford.
GGaby
Please, call me Gaby.
Julia
No, I won't call you Gaby. You haven't taken the time to learn any of our names.
GGaby
Well, that's not so. I know Anthony.
Julia
That's right, you do. First you kept us waiting for 35 minutes. And then when you decided you were bored enough to come downstairs, the only thing you've acted the least bit interested in is seducing our delivery man.
GGaby
Seducing? If that's what you think I was doing, then obviously you don't have the artistic sensibility required to work with me.
Julia
No, Ms. Langford. What I don't have that's required to work with you is patience.
Julia
Because quite frankly, I find you rude, horny, lazy and dumb.
I'm serious, Julia. I do not want you to get up on your soap box about this one. Otherwise, I might have to point out to everyone that you own a fur coat yourself. You know what I'm referring to.
Julia
Mother's mink? Suzanne, you know I never wear that. It's a family heirloom. It was grandmother's, for heaven's sake. It's just a souvenir of someone we loved.
Maybe. All I'm saying is . . . you own a mink. So, speaking of big steel-jawed traps . . . you can just keep yours shut.
Julia
Hanging up the phone Well, that's it. There are two million people in this city, and apparently we are the first ones to ever come up with the notion of renting a van after 5 o'clock in the evening.
Why don't you try this one — Krazy Joe's Junkers. He's crazy, so maybe he stays open later.
Julia
That's who I was just talking to.
Really? Julia, you called a guy named Krazy Joe?
Julia
Yes, Charlene. That is how desperate I am. I telephoned a man who not only calls himself Krazy Joe, but he spells crazy with a 'K' and prints the 'Z' backwards — a man who's based his entire business career on the theme of illiteracy.
What are we going to do? Anthony is stuck out there on the 285 in the pouring rain with that awful Mrs. Fricke and all her furniture.
Well I know what to do. It's real simple too. We call the police and tell them that Anthony is an escape convict who's stolen a load of antiques and taken a white woman hostage. They'll just rush right down here with one of those big ol' paddywagons and pick Anthony up — probably even deliver the furniture.
[Anthony calls from a waffle house, as Charlene relays the conversation to the ladies]
Julia
Where is Mrs. Fricke?
She's in the van still stuck on the highway. (to Anthony) I bet she's mad. I mean, I hate to criticize, but even on a good day she's kind of cranky. (to the ladies) He says she's in a good mood.
Gee. Maybe we should have stuck her out on the freeway in a leaky van a long time ago.
What? He says she's happy because this is her last furniture shipment and if it's not delivered by midnight tonight her entire job is free.
Julia
Where would she get a bizarre idea like that?
Great, Suzanne. Why don't you just give away free pepperoni on the sofas?!
There! You see? That shows how good you'd be at sales because that wouldn't work at all. You people act like it's just so easy for me to hustle up business for this place, like I've just got to stand on the corner and go "Hey! Drapes and coffee tables!" and people just come running. Well you're wrong. I have to flirt, I have to deal, I have to lie, and sometimes I even have to threaten. THAT is called SALES. It's not pretty. I am, but it's not.
Suzanne, I can't believe you did that. That is thousands and thousands of dollars. We can't afford to pay for all that stuff.
Hey, I sell stuff — I'm the front-end person. You're supposed to deliver it — you're the rear-end people.
Julia
Ok, we're about to run out of time, so I'm going to be blunt. Suzanne, it does not further negotiations to have you popping your cleavage on that man's desk.
I think it furthers things just fine. I had him confused.
Julia
You certainly did. Everytime he looked at your chest, we had to listen to that story again about the summer he worked on the dairy farm.
Well excuse me for taking charge of the situation. You all weren't doing very well, and I am the expert in this area. When it comes to taking something from a man, I know what I'm doing. I wish you two would stop undermining my plans.
Julia
Suzanne, we have already seem Plan A and Plan B — you can just put them away now.