The Odd Couple Flashcards
FELIX: Yes, I see. Oscar, where's the drinks? OSCAR: Coming! Coming! CECILY: What exactly do you do? FELIX: I write the news for CBS. CECILY: Oh! Fascinating!
Where do you get your ideas from?
FELIX: From the news.
Oh, yes, of course. Silly me…
CECILY: Maybe you can mention Gwen and I in one of your news reports.
FELIX: Well, if you do something spectacular, maybe I will.
CECILY: Oh, we’ve done spectacular things but I don’t think we’d want it spread all over the telly, do you, Gwen?
FELIX: Oscar!
OSCAR: Yeah, yeah!
FELIX: It’s such a large apartment, sometimes you have to shout.
Just you two baches live here?
FELIX: Baches? Oh, bachelors! We’re not bachelors. We’re divorced. That is, Oscar’s divorced. I’m GETTING divorced.
CECILY: Oh. Small world. We’ve cut the dinghy loose too, as they say.
Well, you couldn’t have a BETTER matched foursome, could you?
FELIX: No, I suppose not.
Although technically I’m a widow. I was divorcing my husband, but he died before the final papers came through.
FELIX: Oh, I’m awfully sorry. It’s a terrible thing, isn’t it? Divorce.
It can be - if you haven’t got the right solicitor.
CECILY: That’s true. Sometimes they can drag it out for months. I was lucky. Snip, cut, and I was free.
FELIX: I mean it’s terrible what it can do to people. After all, what is divorce? It’s taking two happy people and tearing their lives completely apart. It’s inhuman, don’t you think so?
CECILY: Yes, it can be an awful bother.
But of course, that’s all water under the bridge now, eh? Er, I’m terribly sorry, but I think I’ve forgotten your name.
FELIX: Felix.
Oh, yes. Felix.
CECILY: Like the cat.
Well, the Pigeons will have to beware of the cat, won’t they? [ She laughs }
CECILY: Mmm, cashews. Lovely.
FELIX: This is the worst part of breaking up.
CECILY: Childhood sweethearts, were you?
FELIX: No, no. That’s my little boy and girl. He’s seven, she’s five.
CECILY: Oh! Sweet.
FELIX: They live with their mother.
I imagine you must miss them terribly.
FELIX: I can’t stand being away from them. But - that’s what happens with divorce.
CECILY: When do you get to see them?
FELIX: Every night. I stop there on my way home! Then I take them on the weekends, and I get them on holidays and July and August.
CECILY: Oh! Well, when is it that you miss them?
FELIX: Whenever I’m not there. If they didn’t have to go to school so early, I’d go over and make them breakfast. They love my French toast.
You’re certainly a devoted father.
FELIX: It’s Frances who’s the wonderful one.
CECILY: She’s the little girl?
FELIX: No. She’s the mother. My wife.
The one you’re divorcing?
FELIX: Mm! She’s done a terrific job bringing them up. They always look nice. They’re so polite. Speak beautifully. Never, “Yeah.” Always, “Yes”. They’re such good kids. And she did it all. She’s the kind of woman who - Ah, what am I saying? You don’t want to hear any of this.
CECILY: Nonsense. You have a right to be proud. You have two beautiful children and a wonderful ex-wife.
FELIX: I know. I know. That’s her. Frances.
Oh, she’s pretty. Isn’t she pretty, Cecy?
CECILY: Oh, yes. Pretty. A pretty girl. Very pretty.
FELIX: Thank you. Isn’t this nice?
There’s no one in the picture.
FELIX: I know. It’s a picture of our living room. We had a beautiful apartment.
Oh, yes. Pretty. Very pretty.
