The Lost Weekend
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:28:00
- What time do you suggest? -
How about eight? - Eight's fine.

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I live right in the corner house. You know
where the antique shop is, the one with the wooden Indian outside?

:28:07
- They got the Indian sign in me, I always say.
- I'll be there.

:28:12
Second floor, front. Oh, Mr. Birnam,
all I got is a semi-formal.

:28:14
- Will that be all right?
- That'll be fine.

:28:17
So long, Nat.
:28:19
Last one, Nat.
:28:20
Pour it softly, pour it gently,
and pour it to the brim.

:28:23
Look, Mr. Birnam, there a lot of bars on Third Avenue.
:28:25
Do me a favor, will ya, get out of here
and buy it somewhere else.

:28:29
What's the matter?
:28:29
I don't like you much. What was the idea of pulling her leg?
You know you're not going to take her out.

:28:32
- Who says I'm not?
- I say so.

:28:34
- You're drunk and you're just making with your mouth.
- Give me a drink.

:28:37
And that other dame...I mean the lady.
I don't like what you're doing to her either.

:28:40
Oh, shut up.
:28:41
You should've seen her come in here last night. Lookin' for you
with her eyes all rainy and her mascara all washed away.

:28:45
- Give me a drink!
- That's an awful high class young lady.

:28:48
You bet she is.
:28:49
How the heck did she ever get mixed up
with a guy who sops it up like you do?

:28:52
That's the problem, isn't it.
:28:53
That nice young man who drinks, and the high-class young lady,
and how did she ever get mixed up with him...

:28:56
and why does he drink and why doesn't he stop?
:28:59
That's my novel, Nat.
:29:01
I wanted to start writing it out in the country.
:29:04
Morbid stuff.
:29:05
Nothing for the Book-of-the-Month Club. A horror story.
:29:08
The confessions of a booze addict, the log book of an alcoholic.
:29:12
Oh, come on, Nat, break down, will ya?
:29:16
Do you know what I'm going to call my novel?
The Bottle...that's all. Very simply, The Bottle.

:29:23
I've got it all here in my mind.
Let me tell you the first chapter.

:29:27
It all starts one wet afternoon about three years ago.
:29:31
There was a matinee of La Traviata at the Metropolitan.

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