:29:05
I'm saying to myself, Miss Charming
ain't gonna get to me tonight.
:29:12
I walked her through my front
doors, out and around my pool...
:29:15
...towards my projection room. What I was
thinking didn't work the way I thought.
:29:21
She looks up to me, with her
crooked tooth and all, and says:
:29:24
"I feel like I'm walking through
my own private park in Paris."
:29:28
Prepared for her bullshit,
it hardly made a ripple.
:29:31
Arthur Hiller's audition was ready to roll.
It never did. The screen never came down.
:29:37
Yeah, but Miss Flower Child Snotnose
soon got wet, very wet...
:29:42
...jumping into the egg-shaped pool totally
clothed, from her shoes to her headband.
:29:48
Me? I'm laughing on the inside,
but thinking, for a bohemian...
:29:52
...she sure as hell became
comfortable very quickly.
:29:55
Behind the so-called Beverly Hills gates,
with 2000 rose bushes...
:30:00
...surrounded by gardenias, daisies,
you name it.
:30:03
She called herself a flower child.
And now the flowers were hers.
:30:11
October 24th, 1969, a Friday morning.
:30:16
Miss Snotnose is on her way
to becoming Mrs. Evans.
:30:20
Both of us climb
into our Mercedes two-seater...
:30:22
...and head for the town hall in Riverside.
:30:29
Afterward, we uncorked one magnum
of Dom after the other.
:30:33
Where? On the courthouse lawn.
:30:36
And did we get loaded!
:30:41
We had a long two-day honeymoon
in Palm Springs.
:30:44
I held Ali tight in my arms.
:30:47
"I love you, Evans. I love you.
Forever, Evans. Forever."
:30:52
I whispered back, forever, darling.
:30:56
"And promise me, never leave me."
:30:58
I promise you, baby, I won't.
Not even for two weeks.