Harold and Maude

I suppose you think
that's very funny, Harold.

- Hello? Fée?
- Yeah.

Darling, be a dear and cancel my
appointment with René this afternoon.

I know he'll be furious
but I've had such a fright today

and with guests coming
this evening... Oh, would you?

Tell him I promise to be in
on Tuesday.

Thank you, Fée,
you're a darling. Yes.

Bye. Bye.
Dinner at eight, Harold.
And do try and be
a little more vivacious.

Of course, Harold's father
had a similar sense of the absurd.

I remember once in Paris,
he just stepped out for cigarettes

and the next thing I knew
he was arrested

for floating nude down the Seine!
Experimenting in river currents
with rubber water wings!

Mauve ones.
That cost quite a bit of influence et
d'argent to hush up, I can tell you!

Harold, dear,
don't play with your food.

What's the matter?
Don't you feel well?

I have a sore throat.
Now, directly after dinner,
I want you to go straight to bed.

Harold's always been
a delicate child.