Henry (Dad): Your father can carve. And your father can play his organ.
Aunt Glady: Like nodody's business he can!
Adele (Mom): Claudia would you like some jello salad?
Claudia: No, mom. I-I'm-I'm all right.
Glady: [Standing up and raising her wine glass.] You're the best thing on two legs, Henry Larson.
...
[Gulping her wine]
Glady: And I knew it the very first second I ever laid my eyes on him, too.
Thanksgiving Day, 1952, two o'clock in the afternoon. My sister brought that fella to our house for dinner after his own mother had stuffed him to the gills. And still he ate...like a horse in a uniform.
Adele: Claudia be a good girl, pass the cranberry sauce, dear.
Glady: I couldn't take my eyes off that dark blue uniform and those bright silver wings.
And his big strong hands. And he had a little moustache...
Joanne (Sister): I - I think we should just...
Claudia: -- Stay out of it.
Tommy (Brother): I, I think we gotta hear this. Go for it, Glad.
Glady: I was 18 years old, and he was only 21. And we were both so nice looking. I can still taste the salt on his lips. Those soft, soft lips. And that tickly little, oh, tickly, tickly little moustache. I can still feel it, 43 years later. Like a toothbrush. [Looking at Claudia]
He kissed me.
Adele:
[Turning to Henry]
When?
Henry: [Gesturing, "a little"]
Glady: One Christmas Eve. And for one special moment my own little life was as big as I ever could want it to be.
[Turning to Joanne's kids]
To have someone so close to you -
They're inside you, when you're feeling small and scared and so disappointed in yourself.
[Turns back to Claudia]
And whenever I look at your father, I know how lucky my sister must be. Because he made all my dreams come true for her.
[Leaning past Claudia, to Leo (Tommy's friend), and smiling big]
I was a Latin teacher.
Claudia: Holy shit.
Mom: Leo! Uh, Leo, would you pass my stuffing?
Henry (Dad): Your father can carve. And your father can play his organ.
Aunt Glady: Like nodody's business he can!
Adele (Mom): Claudia would you like some jello salad?
Claudia: No, mom. I-I'm-I'm all right.
Glady: [Standing up and raising her wine glass.] You're the best thing on two legs, Henry Larson.
...
[Gulping her wine]
Glady: And I knew it the very first second I ever laid my eyes on him, too.
Thanksgiving Day, 1952, two o'clock in the afternoon. My sister brought that fella to our house for dinner after his own mother had stuffed him to the gills. And still he ate...like a horse in a uniform.
Adele: Claudia be a good girl, pass the cranberry sauce, dear.
Glady: I couldn't take my eyes off that dark blue uniform and those bright silver wings.
And his big strong hands. And he had a little moustache...
Joanne (Sister): I - I think we should just...
Claudia: -- Stay out of it.
Tommy (Brother): I, I think we gotta hear this. Go for it, Glad.
Glady: I was 18 years old, and he was only 21. And we were both so nice looking. I can still taste the salt on his lips. Those soft, soft lips. And that tickly little, oh, tickly, tickly little moustache. I can still feel it, 43 years later. Like a toothbrush. [Looking at Claudia]
He kissed me.
Adele:
[Turning to Henry]
When?
Henry: [Gesturing, "a little"]
Glady: One Christmas Eve. And for one special moment my own little life was as big as I ever could want it to be.
[Turning to Joanne's kids]
To have someone so close to you -
They're inside you, when you're feeling small and scared and so disappointed in yourself.
[Turns back to Claudia]
And whenever I look at your father, I know how lucky my sister must be. Because he made all my dreams come true for her.
[Leaning past Claudia, to Leo (Tommy's friend), and smiling big]
I was a Latin teacher.
Claudia: Holy shit.
Mom: Leo! Uh, Leo, would you pass my stuffing?