It's just me, too. I never grew up, I grew down.
I'm a bit of a handful-- bit of a handful, Gillian, aren't I?
轻轻地 轻轻地 轻轻地
Softly, softly, softly.
Will you marry me?
Well, it wouldn't be very practical, David.
Practical. No, of course not. Of course not.
But then neither am I, Gillian. Neither am l.
I'm not very practical at all.
You'll miss the plane.
It's sweet of you, David.
I don't know what to say.
The stars, Gillian, darling. Ask the stars.
You'd better let her breathe, David.
Oh, I won't kiss you. I won't kiss you.
Oh, that's all right.
You made a noise.
Oh, no. Poor Ravel.
Oh, poor Maurice. He's all unraveled. All unraveled--
It's nearly time to get ready.
Can I swim some more, darling?
Oh, all right. Ten minutes.
Do some Liszt. Not a concerto.
Swim La Campanella.
That should do it.
Oh, I've gone wrong, darling. I've gone wrong.
Well, keep trying, darling.
I'm trying. I'm very trying.
Page 37's missing.
Oh, it's the coda. It's the end. It's the beginning of the end.
Oh, I'll soak my hands. I'll soak my hands.
Your first concert in years and you wear odd shoes.
Oh, I'm a sausage.
You certainly are.
Sit. No, up straight.
We'll be in the car.
Oh, relax. I must learn to relax. Must learn to relax.
They want an encore, David.
Do they, darling? They want some more?
What are you going to do?
I'm going to win.
Not now, darling.
I'll do some more. I'll do some more. Do some more.
What do you feel?
Well, the thing is I feel nothing.
Nothing at all?
Well, I'm shocked, stunned,
and completely amazed. How does that sound?
Perhaps it's all my fault. Perhaps it's me. Perhaps I don't know.
You can't go on blaming yourself... for everything that's happened.
Well, you can't go on blaming yourself.
That's true, Gillian.
And you can't go on blaming Daddy... because he's not here anymore.
But you are. -And I am here.
That's true. And life goes on, doesn't it, Gillian?
Is that right? Is that right?
But it does. lt does. Forever and ever. Oh! Not forever.
No, no, never forever. Not quite. Not quite.
But I mean, the point is life's not all lamb loin chops, is it?
But I mean, it goes on and--and you just... have to keep on going, too, don't you?
I mean, you can't give up, can you?
Certainly not. Every time that blooming Saturn comes along, it gives us a bit of a jolt.
Oh, it's the stars, Gillian.
Everything has its season.
Oh, it's a mystery. It's a mystery.
There's always a reason.
Oh, we just need to seize the reason for the season.