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conversations.value: The Accidental Tourist (film): Macon Leary (William Hurt) is a Baltimore writer of travel guides for reluctant business travelers, which detail how best to avoid unpleasantness and difficulty.\nHis marriage to his wife Sarah (Kathleen Turner) is disintegrating in the aftermath of the murder of their twelve-year-old son, Ethan.\nSarah eventually leaves Macon, moving out of their house and into an apartment.\nAfter he falls down the basement stairs and breaks his leg, Macon returns to his childhood home to stay with his eccentric siblings.\nMacon is pursued by Muriel Pritchett (Geena Davis), an animal hospital employee and dog trainer with a sickly son.\nMacon eventually hires Muriel to put his dog through much-needed obedience training.\nAlthough Muriel at first seems brash and unsophisticated, Macon finds himself slowly opening up to her and trusting her, and he spends most nights at her house.\nWhen Sarah becomes aware of the situation, she decides they should move back together into their old home.\nMacon leaves Muriel, and he and Sarah set up house once more.\nWhen Macon visits Paris for research, Muriel surprises him by showing up on the same flight and stays in the same Paris hotel, recommended by Macon in one of his travel guides.\nShe suggests that they enjoy themselves as if they are vacationing together.\nMacon insists he is there strictly for business, and he keeps Muriel at arm's length.\nAfter Macon is bedridden in his room by his back problem, Sarah comes to Paris to care for him and make day-trips to help complete his travel research.\nAfter some time, Sarah confronts Macon about his relationship with Muriel, but he refuses to discuss the situation in any depth.\nMacon dresses while Sarah still sleeps, then wakes her to tell her that he is going back to Muriel.\nOn the way to the airport, Macon spots Muriel hailing a taxi and tells the driver to stop.\nThinking the driver stopped for her, Muriel bends to gather her luggage and catches sight of Macon in the taxi.\nShe smiles, and Macon returns the smile.
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conversations.value: \nShe smiles, and Macon returns the smile.\nHis marriage to his wife Sarah (Kathleen Turner) is disintegrating in the aftermath of the murder of their twelve-year-old son, Ethan.\nSarah eventually leaves Macon, moving out of their house and into an apartment.\nAfter he falls down the basement stairs and breaks his leg, Macon returns to his childhood home to stay with his eccentric siblings.\nMacon is pursued by Muriel Pritchett (Geena Davis), an animal hospital employee and dog trainer with a sickly son.\nMacon eventually hires Muriel to put his dog through much-needed obedience training.\nAlthough Muriel at first seems brash and unsophisticated, Macon finds himself slowly opening up to her and trusting her, and he spends most nights at her house.\nWhen Sarah becomes aware of the situation, she decides they should move back together into their old home.\nMacon leaves Muriel, and he and Sarah set up house once more.\nWhen Macon visits Paris for research, Muriel surprises him by showing up on the same flight and stays in the same Paris hotel, recommended by Macon in one of his travel guides.\nShe suggests that they enjoy themselves as if they are vacationing together.\nMacon insists he is there strictly for business, and he keeps Muriel at arm's length.\nAfter Macon is bedridden in his room by his back problem, Sarah comes to Paris to care for him and make day-trips to help complete his travel research.\nAfter some time, Sarah confronts Macon about his relationship with Muriel, but he refuses to discuss the situation in any depth.\nMacon dresses while Sarah still sleeps, then wakes her to tell her that he is going back to Muriel.\nOn the way to the airport, Macon spots Muriel hailing a taxi and tells the driver to stop.\nThinking the driver stopped for her, Muriel bends to gather her luggage and catches sight of Macon in the taxi.The Accidental Tourist (film): Macon Leary (William Hurt) is a Baltimore writer of travel guides for reluctant business travelers, which detail how best to avoid unpleasantness and difficulty.
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conversations.value: The Accidental Tourist: Set in Baltimore, Maryland, the plot revolves around Macon Leary, a writer of travel guides whose son has been killed in a shooting at a fast-food restaurant.\nHe and his wife Sarah, separately lost in grief, find their marriage disintegrating until she eventually moves out.\nWhen he becomes incapacitated due to a fall involving his disturbed dog and one of his crazy home inventions, he returns to the family home to stay with his eccentric siblings—sister Rose and brothers Porter and Charles.\nThe siblings\' odd habits include alphabetizing the groceries in the kitchen cabinets and ignoring the ringing telephone.\nWhen his publisher, Julian, comes to visit, Julian finds himself attracted to Rose.\nThey eventually marry, though Rose later somehow leaves him to move back in with her brothers.\nMacon hires Muriel Pritchett, a quirky young woman with a sickly son, to train his unruly dog, and soon finds himself drifting into a relationship with the two of them.\nMuriel is the exact opposite of Macon\'s wife: brash, talkative, pushy, less "classy" and less educated, and fond of wearing eccentric outfits.\nDespite his initial resistance to this relationship, Macon finds that he is constantly surprised by Muriel\'s perceptiveness, strength and optimism, as well as her quirky habits and ability to listen.\nMacon\'s natural love of the familiar and resistance to commitment results in a relationship that is quite a struggle between the pushy Muriel and the passive Macon.\nBut over time, Macon becomes attached to both Muriel and Alexander, the son, and moves in with them in their tawdry little house.\nMacon slowly finds that he loves "the surprise of her, and also the surprise of himself when he was with her.\nIn the foreign country that was Singleton Street he was an entirely different person".\nWhen his wife Sarah becomes aware of the situation, she decides they should reconcile, forcing him to make a difficult decision about his future.
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  Macon led the way to the kitchen. He felt he'd made a mistake— that having acted so thorny, he'd caused this meeting to seem more important than it was. But Julian, as it happened, was breezy and offhand. "Hello, ladies," he said.
  Muriel was wearing what she called her "paratrooper look"— a coverall from Sunny's Surplus—and her hair was concealed beneath a wildly patterned silk turban. "We're entering this contest," she told Julian. "Write a country-music song and win a trip for two to Nashville. We're working on it all together. We're going to call it 'Happier Days.' "
  She sang it right out, in her thin scratchy voice that gave a sense of distance, like a used-up phonograph record:
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  Macon led the way to the kitchen. He felt he'd made a mistake— that having acted so thorny, he'd caused this meeting to seem more important than it was. But Julian, as it happened, was breezy and offhand. "Hello, ladies," he said. 
  Muriel was wearing what she called her "paratrooper look"— a coverall from Sunny's Surplus—and her hair was concealed beneath a wildly patterned silk turban. A ballpoint pen mark slashed across one cheekbone. "We're entering this contest," she told Julian. "Write a country-music song and win a trip for two to Nashville. We're working on it all together. We're going to call it 'Happier Days. ' "
  She sang it right out, in her thin scratchy voice that gave a sense of distance, like a used-up phonograph record:
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conversations.value: She went into the living room, leaving tracks of gray dust that Macon supposed was clay or granite. There was dust in her hair, even. She squinted at the couch and said, "What do you think?"
  She stripped off the cellophane and stood back, arms full of crackling light. "We ought to see how it opens out," she said.
  While she was stuffing the cellophane into the wastebasket, Macon pulled at the canvas strap that turned the couch into a bed. It made him think of Muriel's house. The strap's familiar graininess reminded him of all the times Muriel's sister had slept over, and when the mattress slid forth he saw the gleam of Claire's tangled golden hair.
  Sarah didn't understand at first. She looked up from unfolding the second sheet and said, "Trial run?"
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conversations.value: She looked up from unfolding the second sheet and said, "Trial run?". There was dust in her hair, even. She squinted at the couch and said, "What do you think?"
  She stripped off the cellophane and stood back, arms full of crackling light. "We ought to see how it opens out," she said.
  While she was stuffing the cellophane into the wastebasket, Macon pulled at the canvas strap that turned the couch into a bed. It made him think of Muriel's house. The strap's familiar graininess reminded him of all the times Muriel's sister had slept over, and when the mattress slid forth he saw the gleam of Claire's tangled golden hair.
  Sarah didn't understand at first.She went into the living room, leaving tracks of gray dust that Macon supposed was clay or granite.
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conversations.value: I was clumsy but enthusiastic, eager to join whatever pickup game was happening on our block. Mom would literally wring her hands as she watched from the front window, but my father told her to let me do whatever I felt capable of. He wasn't as much of a worrier. But of course he was off at the office all day, and middle-aged by then besides. He was never the kind of father I could toss a football with on weekends, or ask to coach my Little League team.
  So I mostly spent my childhood fending off the two women in my life—my mother and my sister, both of them lying in wait to cosset me to death. Even that young, I sensed the danger. You get sucked in. You turn soft. They have you where they want you then.
  The first time she saw me, she said, "What's wrong with your arm?" She was wearing her white coat and she asked in a brusque, clinical tone. When I explained, she just said, "Huh," and went on to another subject.
  The first time she rode in my car, she didn't so much as glance over, not even at the very start, to check how I was driving. She was too busy huffing on her glasses and polishing them with her sleeve.
  She was unique among women, Dorothy. She was one of a kind. Lord, she left a hole behind. I felt as if I'd been erased, as if I'd been ripped in two.