Judge Maxwell
[played by Liam Dunn]: “Who was there?” [reconsiders] “No,
don't tell me, just go on.”
Howard: “When Eunice
walked in and the drapes caught fire, everything burned. They asked me to
leave. I really don't blame them.”
Judge: “Good boy. Is
there more?”
Howard: “Sure.”
Judge [sighing]: “There's
more.”
Howard: “Well, the next
day, today, Mr. Larrabee asked me to his house with my rocks and to bring
Eunice. Or rather, Burnsy, the one he thinks is Eunice. Is that clear?”
Judge: “No, but it's
consistent.”
Howard: “Shall I go back
over it?”
Judge: “No, please, I
beg you, don't! Just go on.”
Howard: “It gets kind of
complicated now. First, there was this trouble between me and Hugh.”
Judge: “You and me?”
Howard: “No, not you.
Hugh.”
Hugh Simon
[played by Kenneth Mars]: “I am Hugh.”
Judge: “You are me?”
Hugh: “No, I am Hugh.”
Judge: “Stop saying
that!”
[to bailiff]
Judge: “Make him stop
saying that!”
Hugh: “Don't touch me,
I'm a doctor!”
Judge: “Of what?”
Hugh: “Music.”
Judge: “Can you fix a
hi-fi?”
Hugh: “No, sir.”
Judge: “Then shut up!”—
What's
Up, Doc? (1972), screenplay by Buck Henry, David Newman, and
Robert Benton, based on a story by Peter Bogdanovich, directed by Peter
Bogdanovich
Entertainers often have very, very complicated private
lives. Case in point: Ryan O’Neal.
The Love Story actor, who died over a week ago,
lived so turbulently off the screen that he became a semi-permanent resident of
the gossip pages, even as his career tailed off. Personally, I find the
accusations against him leveled by Anjelica Huston (described in my blog post from 2½ years ago) especially disturbing.
Compartmentalizing such a man is difficult, to be
sure. Even so, whenever I see What's Up, Doc?, O’Neal’s straight-faced
performance in Peter Bogdanovich’s neo-screwball farce (or, for that matter, his other two collaborations for the director, Paper Moon and Nicklelodeon) goes a long way towards
lightening whatever dark mood I may occasionally experience.
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