American Beauty

[Shutter Whirring,
Clicking Off]

[Man Narrating]
My name is Lester Burnham.

This is my neighborhood.
This is my street.
This is my life.
I'm 42 years old.
In less than a year, I'll be dead.

[ Alarm Ringing ]
Of course,
I don't know that yet.

And in a way.
I'm dead already.

Look at me:
jerking off in the shower.

This will be the high point of my day.
It's all downhill from here.

That's my wife, Carolyn.
See the way the handle on those pruning
shears matches her gardening clogs?

- That's not an accident.
- [Dog Barking]

Hush. Bitsy!

- Hush. What is wrong with you?
- That's our next-door neighbor, Jim.

-And that's his lover, Jim.
- [Both Arguing]

- You spoil her.
Bitsy, no bark. Come inside now.
- Me?

- Come on. Yes. Inside.
- [Carolyn] Good morning, Jim!

Good morning, Carolyn.
I love your tie!
That colour!

I just love your roses. How do you
get them to flourish like this?

Well, I'll tell you:
eggshells and Miracle-Gro.

-I've never heard that.
-Man. I get exhausted just watching her.

She wasn't always like this.
She used to be happy.