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Nat King Cole "I Love You
For Sentimental Reasons"
I hope you do believe me

When my parents
started out together...

Everybody still listened to
the Andrew Sisters.

Everybody was having babies,
and everybody liked Ike.

Everybody knew that
if they just worked hard...

And did all the right things...

A sort of paradise of family
life lay ahead.

Please give your
loving heart to me

I guess "paradise" is
a relative kind of word.

Jimi Hendrix "Foxy Lady"

 

Turn it down, now turn it down!

 

My sister -that sweet
little blonde-haired angel...

had turned into
something stranger

to my parents than
an alien from space.

The only thing
that they agreed on

was that the best form of
communication

was yelling at
the top of their lungs.

And that the best form
of listening was

also yelling at
the top of their lungs.

 

Values. Literature very often
is but a conflict of...

Values...

 

Now! Where do
we get...our values?

Winnie.
/ From school?

 

Anywhere else?

 

Kevin.
/ From our parents.

Yes, OK, very good, Kevin!
Parents!

 

Anywhere else?

 

The Beatles?

 

Yes, that is very good!

We do get a lot of our tastes
and our values from our...

"cultural heroes"

 

Now...

 

Is there...anywhere else...

That we might get...our values?

 

TV!

 

How about...books!
/Oh, yeah. Books.

Now, do we always agree on
on...what values should be?

That was Joey Santano.

He'd always wait for Miss White to
ask a really easy rhetorical question.

Yes.

And then he'd get it wrong.

 

Anybody else?

Yes, Mr. Pfeiffer.
/ No

Good! Now...

Do values change through time?
Say, from generation to generation?

Christine Hansen.

She always gave these
thoughtful, complete...

Downright inspired answers.
She made us all sick.

But teachers loved her.

Yes, Miss White.

Some values change
from generation to generation.

But I think the really important ones...

Are the heart-felt human values.

And they stay the same
throughout the ages.

That is very good, Christine, OK!

OK, now as we read...

As we evaluate those characters
that we meet, how do we know...

Which values should change,

and which values are,

as Christine
so eloquently put it...

Heart-felt, and timeless?

That was a tough question
in any time. But in 1968...

Yes, Christine!
/Can I go to the bathroom?

In 1968, even Christine Hansen
couldn't answer that one.

The answer is blowin' in the wind

Bob Dylan
"Blowin' in the Wind"

How many roads
must a man walk down

And yet, in 1968,
maybe more than ever,

the question kept coming up.

Take that whole incident
with my sister, Karen. And Louis.

For two weeks,
all we heard about was

"Louis says this",
and "Louis says that".

And then one day...

 

We all got to meet him.

 

This...was Louis.

 

He was a junior
at the State university...

An honor-student
at political philosophy...

Active in student government and
various non-profit social causes.

But I didn't know that.

 

All I knew Was that he was on
my sister like mold on cheese.

 

Paul, she's my sister
/So what? she's not my sister

 

I couldn't help feeling
she needed my protection.

 

Go out.

 

Sorry!

 

I don't know what it was
about Louis that I didn't like.

Guess there was something
about him I didn't understand.

 

Something that was...
taking my sister away from us.

And leave my wife alone.

 

Steve!

 

It's gonna be at the college,
and it being a weeknight...

And my parents, I mean...

It's just gonna be such a hassle.

Well, I know a few Vietnamese
peasants who probably feel...

That's worth the hassle.

Come here, you...

Oh, I can't come march.
Not tonight.

OK.

 

Iced-tea OK?
Yeah, sure.

Can I make a phone call?
/ Sure.

 

Kevin?! Can you turn
that stupid thing down?

I was here first!
/ It's OK, Karen.

I sort of like watching
these old Fascist films.

Like parodies of
themselves by now.

 

Hi! It's me.

Yeah, sure I had fun, Marissa.

Marissa? Did he say
he had fun, with Marissa?

Tonight, seven-thirty

we're marchin' from Jenkins Hall
to the administration building

and...you what?

Of course you can
crash at my place.

And that she could
crash at his place?

OK. Good. I love you too.

And that he loved her?
I couldn't believe it, what a sicko

It wasn't enough that this guy
was all over my sister

like a fungus
in a damp basement.

No - he was a multi-basement
kinda guy. I was outraged.

Ok, So, I'll pick ya up at seven.
Bye bye

 

Louis? I'm gonna have to
ask you to step outside.

But - what do ya mean?!

I'm on to you, Louis.

I-I don't know what
you're talking about.

 

Take that, you low-down,
snake-bellied, lily-livered weirdo.

 

Sorry, sis.
He was no good.

Oh, Kevin! I'm so glad
I have a brother like you!

I'm gonna make your bed
for you from now on.

Can I help you?

Who's Marissa?

A friend...

What kind of friend?

Are you asking
if she's my lover?

Ughhhh...Did he
have to use that word?

You must be Kevin, huh?

You must have heard me
talking on the phone with Marissa.

You want to punch me?
Do something violent?

Kevin, your...Your sister and I..
we love each other

but it's, uh, it's an open
and trusting love.

We don't own one another
like a farmer owns a cow.

You understand that?

Yeah. You're saying
if it weren't for cattle-rustling laws

you'd have cows sleeping
over at your place, too.

Kevin, I can share love...
with your sister...

And she can share love with me

That doesn't mean I can't
share love with Marissa, too.

It sounded like
a lot of sharing to me...

I had a hunch everybody
was getting pretty small portions.

Does Karen know about this?

Louis? Is he bugging you?

 

Kevin. Do you think that maybe
you could play somewhere else?

Oh, Karen, he's fine.

We were just talkin'
about relationships.

 

Uh, I talked to Marissa
- she can make it tonight.

Oh, good. That makes me
feel a little less guilty.

She really did know
about Marissa.

OK - now I was
officially confused.

I felt like I had to take action.
To make a stand - to do something

But I had no idea what.

 

Kevin? Are you just
gonna stand there?

 

Yes.

  I watched Louis and my sister
made out about 20 minutes

after a while, i started to feeling
like a weirdo

Fortunatlly, my sub-conscious
had a plan

 

Louis is here.

 

Oh?

Yeah. He's in the living room.
With Karen.

 

Well, don't you want to meet him?

I'm sure if your sister
wants me to meet Louis,

she'll introduce him.
I don't want to interfere in her life.

Oh, really?

What's he like?
/ Bingo.

Disturbing...

 

What? Kevin

What kind of a word
is that for you to use..

I don't know.

Well, what does that mean
- "disturbing"? Kevin?!

What does that mean?
/ OK! Don't get mad at me!

Heh-heh-heh. If I couldn't
stop this guy myself...

I could at least
get the troops fired up.

 

Mom, this is Louis.
Louis, this is my Mom.

Well, hi, Louis.
It's nice to meet you.

Mom? Do we have any carrots?

Yes, honey, we have carrots.

But I thought it might be nice
if I said hello to your...friend.

It's really nice to meet you.

So, uh, I'm making dinner,
now, Louis.

There's plenty of chicken
if you'd like to stay.

That's very nice of you...
But, actually, um...

Louis doesn't eat meat, Mom.

It's no big deal.

I just have some qualms with
the way livestock's raised. That's all.

Well...you're more than welcome
to stay and fill up on salad

and vegetables if you like. (Smiles.)

Well thanks! Maybe, uh,
maybe I'll take you up on that.

 

So...you don't eat any meat?
/ No, I really don't.

Hah!

My mother was going to expose
this guy for the weirdo he was.

Mrs. Arnold...what do you do?

I beg your pardon?
/ I mean, you know, for a living?

Oh...of course...right
For a living...

Nothing. I mean...
I'm a housewife.

That's certainly not nothing.

No...you're right about that.

God knows...
it's demanding at times.

I'll bet. You find it fulfilling?

Fulfilling?

 

Who the hell did
this guy think he was?

Asking my mother
if her life was fulfilling?

I guess I've never really
thought about that.

Maybe you should, Mom.

Yikes.

 

Did you go to college, Mrs. Arnold?

Oh, yes, I was a...
history major in college

But I met Karen's father
in my Freshman year

so I, I never finished.

You regret not finishing?

Oh, no...

Wow. That's great.

I mean...a lot of women
find it demeaning

spending their lives serving
their husbands and children.

OK - look out.
Mom is gonna nail this guy now.

Uhhhh! Oh, my God!
Oh, I am so sorry!

And you being a vegetarian
and everything. I'm sorry

I'm such a klutz.

I couldn't believe it.
Why was she apologizing to him?

My mom likes serving us!

 

Hi, Louis. Nice to meet you.

Things were gonna be OK...
Dad would take care of this guy.

No chicken?
/ Louis doesn't eat meat, Dad.

Hey, just thought I'd mention it.

No meat, Louis?

No. Meat, uh, meat just
doesn't turn me on, really.

No meat, huh?

Imagine that.
/ I knew it.

Dad would carve through this guy

like a butcher carves
through a pork loin.

Oh, I heard, honey,

why the Vandover's
didn't go to Brian's funeral.

They were in Chicago.
Dick's mother had a stroke.

 

One of the boys on our block was
killed in Vietnam several weeks ago.

Oh, I-I know. I mean,
uh, Karen told me.

Another meaningless death.

 

I beg you pardon?

I-I just meant that...
it's just a shame, uh...

a kid has to die
for basically no reason.

 

More broccoli, anyone?

I don't think it's meaningless

When a young man dies
for freedom and for his country.

I just have a little trouble
justifying dying for a government

that systematically
represses its citizens.

Oh, honey. Try the potatoes -
I put grated cheese on them.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

It means the United States
government is responsible...

For the oppression of blacks,
women, free speech...

Well perhaps, little lady,

you'd like to go live in
Russia for a little while...Hah?

Oh, uh...I think what Karen
is saying is that -

Look, buster!

I happen to believe that
freedom and democracy...

Have certain advantages
that Communist dictatorships don't,

and that is what Vietnam
is all about!

No, man, that's what they brainwash
you to believe it's all about.

they turned people
brainwashed morons

My hunch was

that my father was not let being
called brainwashed moron

it was dinner table

So...you think I've been
brainwashed, do you, Louis?

No. No. Look...

I think anyone...who supports
the American war effort in Vietnam

is having the wool
pulled over his eyes.

I see...

Just like they did with Korea.

What the hell
do you know about Korea?

I was in Korea. I lost
a lot of good friends there.

Daddy, that doesn't have anything
to do with what we're saying.

And they weren't brainwashed!

They were brave men who weren't
afraid to fight for what they believed in

Now if you're afraid to fight
why don't you just say so?!

Why don't you just admit
you're chicken?!

You're damned right!

I am chicken. I don't want to
die like your friends!

What do you think that
you achieved over there? Hmm?

Do you think that
those people are free?

They're not free, man.

ecept for buying coca cola
and the... unless he's quit

That's crap!

You were used, man,
and your friends were used.

That's crap!

Daddy, you never
listen to what we say!

Some of what we say is true!

Don't accept all this death
and then justify it. It is wrong!

Your friends should be alive

they should be enjoying dinner,

and arguing with their kids,
just like you are.

What do you know about it?!
Who the hell are you to say that?!

You see this, man?

 

This is my draft notice.

In two weeks...
I can go to jail...

I can go to Canada...
or I can go get shot Full of holes...

Like your friend Brian Cooper.

 

You keep thinking the way
you do, Mr. Arnold...

And these two will be next.

And I just hope
that's what they want.

Excuse me.

 

And so, after all...

Karen left with Louis.

 

And Dad, and Mom and I...
Were left with our thoughts.

 

Can I have her potatoes?

And Wayne was left...
With himself.

 

"I Love You For Sentimental Reasons"
Who was right, and who was wrong?

Well, I'm supposed to be
an adult now,

and I still can't completely
figure that one out.

But at some point,
late at night, near sleep,

the ideas and the disagreements
sort of dissolve,

and you're just left with the people.

I've given you my heart

And people were no different
then, as they've always been.

And always will be.

I love you

You told me you loved her.

You never told me
you were sleeping with her.

And you alone
are meant for me

Please give your
loving heart to me

And say we'll never part

Young girls get their hearts broken.

 

Men and women suffer alone,
over the choices they've made.

Dream of you every night

And young boys,
full of confusion...

Full of fear...
full of love and courage...

Grow up stealthily in their sleep.

I love you

For sentimental reasons