1:16:00
My contract expressly guarantees that
I will always be shot in technicolor.
1:16:05
Then turn it down.
1:16:07
Well, somebody has to bring
in some money around here.
1:16:10
So, I guess it might
as well be the pregnant wife.
1:16:13
I can't count on you to do it.
1:16:15
I seem to remember that
you used to be a writer.
1:16:16
So what have you written lately, Arthur
1:16:21
You turned out to be a full time job.
1:16:24
Well, that's right.
1:16:24
Just get up and walk away
like a fucking milquetoast!
1:16:28
Why don't you write
about getting a stupid job!
1:16:37
Oh, Arthur...Arthur...Arthur.
1:16:45
How are you?.
1:16:47
Alive. Lucky me.
1:16:53
There's something wrong inside me,
Arthur...
1:16:56
Some defect...Some evil.
1:16:59
God doesn't want me to have babies.
1:17:05
We're gonna have lots of babies.
1:17:09
We're gonna watch them grow big
and prosperous and dignified.
1:17:14
They better take after you.
1:17:34
Sorry.
1:17:35
I'll get the doctor.
1:17:36
No. Pleaes don't go. Please.
1:17:39
I'll be right back.
1:17:41
Okay.
1:17:51
Eh...Well, you must be very happy.
1:17:55
No.
1:17:56
Liar. Come on...
1:17:59
Tell me how babies
would just stretch my belly