Harold and Maude

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.

Even as a baby, he seemed prone
to every possible kind of illness.

Harold, dear, eat up your beets.
I remember in Tokyo, I had
to call the embassy for a doctor...

Oh, my God!
This is too much.
I can't stand much more of this.
I can't take any more.
Oh, my God!
Oh, God!
That's very interesting, Harold,
and I think very illuminating.