All language subtitles for Love And War s01e01 Pilot

Thank you.

What are you looking at?

You're in New York, never seen a guy
with a bloody nose before?

Let me tell you, it's a very common
thing here in Fun City.

Especially for me, I'm Jack Stein.

I write an opinion column for the Daily
Register.

It's called the Steinway.

Very widely read.

Very big.

We're talking eight and a half inches.

Not that I'm bragging.

Let's take today's column, for instance.

I said, hey, why are we bashing the
Japanese?

It's not their fault nobody's buying
American.

I mean, think about it.

We can build a Patriot missile, but we
can't build a toaster oven that lasts

more than a year.

You know what I'm talking about. It's
that light -medium -dark dial that's the

first thing to go.

Then the little door stops popping open
by itself.

Now, this does not happen with Japanese
toaster ovens.

which is doubly humiliating because the
Japanese don't even eat toast.

The problem is, America fell asleep at
the wheel.

Now, not everybody agrees with me about
this, especially the 250 -pound cabbie I

encountered a little while ago, who, as
fate would have it, is married to a

crumb tray inspector.

See, that's what I love about being me.

I might take a few shots to the head now
and then, but life is never dull.

Unfortunately, I clot very quickly.

I'm completely shocked.

Hey, look what I just found in the
gutter outside.

Oh, geez, it's my column.

Right in the gutter.

This really hurts me.

I mean, why can't people throw their
trash in the recycling bin? It's where

belongs.

Let me tell you something, Jack.

I know trash.

It's my business.

I'm here to tell you that when the
apocalypse comes, It won't be by fire.

won't be by ice.

The human race is going to suffocate
under a mountain of lean cuisine boxes.

And those little cardboard toilet paper
rolls.

I mean, think about it.

One roll per person per week.

Times 250 million people.

Times 52 weeks in a year. You know what
that adds up to? I'll tell you.

A lot of freaking toilet paper.

Right, right, right. Look, what if I
know you 10 years now? You worry about

everything. You got to learn to lighten
up, you know.

Look on the bright side. Smell the
roses.

You ever seen a maggot up close, Jack?

They're not pretty. They're getting
meaner.

Let me give you a piece of advice, Ray.

You're at a party. You want to impress a
woman. Don't open with that.

All right. Let me see it.

Easy, Mary Margaret. Hey, Meg.

The nose. I want to see it.

Stan in editorial said it might possibly
be worse than the shiny you got after

your column on why feminism is dead.

Although that... also included a pretty
nasty blow to the groin with a

birkenstock sandal uh let me whoa that
is a hall of famer my friend

and uh i think i know you well enough to
suggest that it just might be time to

freshen up that clean actually got
stuffed up there hey how about a brisky

i'm covering the mets game tonight come
with me i'll get you into the locker

room later oh sure here's what i want to
do hang around and make casual

conversation with a bunch of naked men I
got enough of that at the Orange Julius

stand by my house.

What do you have to do to get a drink
around here?

Before I serve you, let's get one thing
straight.

I don't break anything bigger than a 20.
I don't make blended drinks.

If you got a sob story and you're
looking for somebody to tell it to, you

to the wrong place.

I am not your average comforting
bartender with a soft shoulder. That is

stereotype.

I don't like people. I never will.

I hope I have made myself clear.

Double vodka, 100 proof, straight up,
two onions.

Uptown? Eastside?

College educated?

Probably reuses her grocery bags.

Charter subscriber to Working Woman
magazine.

Saw the big chill three times.

Plays Trivial Pursuit on the weekend
with friends.

What's she doing here on a Monday? It's
Murphy Brown night.

Well, maybe I'll go find out.

Look, you should know, I don't make it a
habit of hitting on women in bars.

This is just a game.

The way a guy finds out if he's still
got the old juice, that's all.

Now, the opening line is critical.

I happen to be a master at opening
lines.

Observe.

Hi there.

I was noticing... Let me tell you
something, pal.

I have been through this too many times
to think it's cute.

Take a look. The new car smell is gone.

Not that you could smell anything with
that wad of toilet paper stuffed up in

you.

Lovely effect.

Does that usually work for you?

Well, I can't tell without looking, but
I think my genitals just receded.

Would you excuse me?

Another double, please.

All right, I know what you're thinking.

I was a little hard on the guy.

But this hasn't been a good day for me.

I just came from across the street.

The family court of the city of New
York. I am now officially divorced for

of 20 minutes.

Five and a half years of my life down
the drain.

Oh, and you want to hear the best part?

I have to pay him alimony.

Thank you.

I'm Wallace Porter.

I used to own a restaurant on the Upper
East Side, Shea Wally.

Very elegant, very chic.

Woody Allen had his own table.

Well, I don't own that restaurant
anymore.

My husband, my ex -husband and I could
not agree on a way to split it up, so

court ordered me to sell it.

It was a female judge, too.

I'm telling you, the woman's movement is
not working out the way I planned it.

Excuse me, but at the risk of being
circumcised a second time, I'm going to

you a question.

Did you just come from the courthouse
across the street?

Yes. As a journalist, I have this innate
ability to read people.

I've heard the day you signed those
divorce papers can be pretty traumatic.

Old feelings come back, old memories,
maybe a little regret. That son of a

got half my restaurant.

Okay, so no regret.

Sir, I was the one who built that place
out of nothing. It was my pork loin

lingonberry that Henry Kissinger used to
weep over.

Chez Wally on East 72nd. I'm sure you've
heard of it.

Oh, yeah, I got kicked out of there for
asking H. Ross Perot if he knew where

France was.

I'm Jack Stein.

For your information, feminism is not
dead.

And I've owned an American toaster oven
for ten years now.

Catches fire now and then.

But it still makes a good brie on
baguettes.

So, what are you going to do now?

If this is your way of starting a
conversation, I'm not interested.

I'm going to come back. That's what I'm
going to do.

So I'm almost broke.

I have the magic touch.

I can turn any dump into someplace
great.

Even a dump like this. Wait a minute.

What do you mean by that? What do you
mean even a dump like this?

Yeah. What does she mean by that?

What I mean is if this place were for
sale. Which it is not.

If it were for sale.

And if I bought it, I guarantee you
within a matter of months, people would

standing in line to get in.

Oh, just what New York needs, another
fern bar.

A place where Wall Street types come to
drink Chardonnay and unload junk bonds

on the unsuspecting. We don't want that
here.

Yeah, we don't want that.

I'm not interested.

Besides, I wouldn't give you more than
$50 ,000 for it. Oh!

$50 ,000? Oh, come on. This is prime New
York City real estate.

The property alone's worth more than
that. Hey, what the hell are you doing?

nothing. I'm just curious. I want to
find out how much it's worth.

I wouldn't take a penny less than $85
,000.

Would that include everything?

Or would I have to pay extra for the
picture of this old fat baseball player?

That's Babe Root. Oh, my God. She
doesn't even know who the babe is. She's

our kind, Ike. Make her leave.

$60 ,000 and no more. You can't buy this
place.

I'm not buying it.

$75 ,000. You can't sell this place. I'm
not selling it.

$65 ,000 if I were buying it, which I am
not.

$72 ,500 if I were selling, which I am
not.

$70 ,000. Sold.

You can't sell it, Boucher. This is our
place. This is our place. Shut up.

Now, you just make that out to Ike
Johnson, and I'm going to need to see

forms of ID.

You don't want this, lady. Look around.

You think anybody here harbors a desire
to test drive a Range Rover?

Okay, here you go. It's a driver's
license and a Bergdorf Goodman chart.

on. I can't... Quiet!

You don't want this.

There's your receipt.

Your credit cards and your keys.

I'm sorry, I'd love to stay and chat,
but the thing is,

I'm rich.

Well, everyone, as one era ends, a new
one begins, like the phoenix who rises

from the ashes.

Wally Porter crawls out from under that
big pile of horse dung shoveled on her

by the city of too many horses.

Well, let me tell you, I will show you
what a woman can do when she wants to do

it, especially you, Mr.

Skeptical No -Toaster Oven.

I own this now.

All this is mine.

I thought it was a bad dream.

Do you know what you look like?

That old couch that sits out in front of
the gas station.

Kind of green, all beat up, half the
stuffing coming out of it.

Yeah, if you had a little cat pee on
you, you'd look exactly like that.

What are you doing here? I thought you'd
be in a deck chair on the love boat

counting my money.

Well, I was just packing away a couple
of my things. You know, you can't spend

half your life in a place without taking
a...

A few great memories with you.

An ashtray?

An ugly shoe?

A picture?

Oh, the fat old baseball player.

That is Babe Ruth.

Babe Ruth.

Yeah.

He came in here once when I was just a
busboy.

Threw up in that very bathroom.

some things you just can't leave behind.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

I'm reading a little something in your
voice, Ike.

You don't really want to retire, do you?

Look, I am not a hard woman.

I am not going to force you to cast off
your entire life just because you got

carried away for a few crazy minutes
last night.

So, I'm willing to forget last night.

Ever happened.

What do you think?

What do I look like, a moron?

I mean, I may be melancholy, but I'm not
stupid.

Come on!

I made a mistake.

Yeah, you got that right.

I don't believe this is happening.

I'm in hell.

I am a creative person. I have a medal
from the Cordon Bleu School in Paris.

Now I'm the proud owner. of the place
where all flies come to die.

Oh, now, wait a minute.

I mean, this place isn't as bad as it
looks.

It's just got a few quirks.

For instance, don't start the dishwasher
when somebody's using a hand dryer in

the bathroom.

Trust me.

Oh, and then there's the ceiling fan
problem.

Yeah, you don't want to let anybody sit
under it when the Hofstadters upstairs

are, uh... How can I put this?

Doing the wild thing.

Oh, God, I'll never cook in this town
again.

Well, there is a way around, as you
know.

I could be persuaded to stay on.

I could take care of things for you for
a small percentage of the profits to be

negotiated in, uh...

Good faith.

Sounds good to me.

And maybe after this, I'll just take
what cash I have left, glue it to my

clothes, and walk through the subway at
midnight.

Okay.

It was just an offer.

I guess you're on your own.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute! Where are you going so
fast?

All right.

bill is two months overdue.

Hey, I'm entitled to my own opinion.

Haven't you ever heard of freedom of the
press?

Oh, jeez.

A falafel.

Now, that's a first. The chickpea is a
weapon.

Wow.

You look like that couch in front of the
gas station.

Thank you.

And you are?

Jack, I was here last night.

You don't remember me because I was
taller then.

I was also pretty obnoxious, so I
thought I'd come by with a little peace

offering. Oh, that is so sweet.

I can't tell you how long it's been
since anyone's given me flowers.

I'll get a vase.

On the shelf next to the Demitasse set.

I can't believe it.

The flower thing worked.

It was a tough choice because these days
doing something like that could result

in a floral harassment suit.

But I took the risk because this is
going to sound ridiculous.

I had this feeling about her.

It's like the first time I rode the
Cyclone at Coney Island.

I was strangely excited and a little
nauseous at the same time.

Anyway, I think I owe it to myself to
find out what's going on here.

I can't believe I fell for the flowers
routine.

Women have come so far.

But we can't seem to shake this chronic
flower problem.

Remember when I asked him who he was, I
was lying through my teeth.

He's one of the few things I remembered
from last night, with any clarity.

I've always found his type very
attractive.

But... I am in a dangerously vulnerable
place right now, so I have to keep my

wits about me and my defenses up.

My God, look at the size of his feet.

So... That's a nice touch.

A few more flowers and about a quarter
of a million dollars in renovations, and

I'm back on top.

Listen, Wally, that's your name, right?

Right. I have a proposition for you.

Jack, that's your name, right? Right.
You were doing really great with the

flowers, but if you push your luck...
Well, I'm in the luck -pushing business,

so bear with me.

I want... Would you like to have dinner
with me tonight?

Dinner? Okay, okay, you know, that was
too much, too formal, too crazy.

You want to eat with me tonight? I mean,
I have to eat, you have to eat. Look,

there are a lot of reasons why I don't
want to have dinner with you tonight.

The ink is hardly dry on my divorce
papers. And also, I hate eating in other

people's restaurants.

Okay, I have an idea. Forget the
restaurants. Come to my place. I happen

great cook.

I don't know, Jack.

I have a lot of things to do tonight.

I have to change my closet.

You know, take out all the summer
things, put back all the winter things.

That's a big job.

Let me ask you something. What have you
possibly got to lose? I mean...

When was the last time you had a home
-cooked meal?

What time?

What?

What time would you like me to be there?

Well, uh, 7 .30?

Here's your address.

What's your last name again?

Porter. Stein.

Jack Stein.

I'll see you at 7 .30.

I'm 42 years old.

No marriages.

One live -in relationship that lasted
slightly longer than Hanukkah.

It's an almost perfect record.

I must be insane.

I'm 35 years old, divorced for less than
a day, and I'm going to a strange man's

apartment.

I must be insane.

So you thought I couldn't do this,
right?

Well, you were looking at a man who can
actually cook.

I whip up a hell of a baked ziti, which
I'm doing right now, and I make the best

matzo brie west of Ocean Avenue,
Brooklyn.

Now, for the Gentiles among you, that's
a breakfast dish.

If this was the first date, I wouldn't
be so presumptuous.

By the way, she's six and a half minutes
late.

Now, normally, I don't care if a woman's
late for a date.

Buys me a little extra time to find out
if the men's room window is big enough

for me to crawl out of.

But this bothers me a little.

So, what do you think of the table?

Candles are always a nice touch, huh?

But I'm not so sure about this single
red rose.

I feel like I'm in a feminine hygiene
commercial.

Ah, what the hell.

I've been standing out here for six and
a half minutes.

As I was getting dressed, I told myself
I had nothing to lose.

It was in the cab ride over that I
realized I am certifiable.

What if it turns out to be one of the
things you end up reading about in the

paper the next day?

What if I wind up on the court channel
with a big blue dot over my face?

Sorry, I was just about to ring the
bell. Well, I didn't expect you to be

standing out here.

Oh, come on in.

Oh,

this is for you.

Thanks. Well, this is interesting, isn't
it? The man cooking dinner, the woman

bringing the wine.

You were the one who invited me over
here. I mean, if this is just some deep

-seated male need to capture your prey
in a rent -controlled apartment... No,

no, no.

It's just I'm learning to adjust to the
90s.

Although I still don't feel comfortable
crying in a movie theater.

Unless, of course, I've been stabbed.

Would you like to sit down?

Hope you don't mind eating at the coffee
table. I don't have a dining room set.

Not that I can't afford one. It's just
that large pieces of furniture make me

nervous.

I'd like to know I can be packed and out
of a place in an hour if I have to.

Oh, good.

I'm glad I went with the wine instead of
the china cabinet I was considering.

Okay, I'll go open this.

I'll be right back.

Oh, great.

Just great.

Dear diary, today I realized I am too
stupid to live.

Did you hear what he said about the
furniture?

Oh, yeah.

There's a guy who's not afraid of
commitment.

Big chairs scare him.

I'll tell you something else. When he
comes back out here, he's going to hit

me.

I should have brought a gun.

I got to tell you something.

I do not have a good feeling about this.

I've got either Thelma or Louise out
there.

I'm not sure which.

Let me tell you something else that
worries me. Look at this wine.

It's got a cork.

I'm in way over my head.

This is not a woman who'd want to spend
Saturday night sitting around listening

to my Louis Armstrong collection.

And what are the odds a woman like her
is going to find my Flintstones jelly

glasses charming?

This was a very dumb idea.

Listen, Wally, I was thinking, you know,
you just got divorced.

You're not thinking clearly.

So if you want to go, it's okay.

Wait a minute. What are you saying? You
want me to leave now? If you don't mind.

You invite me here to dinner and then
you... Are the... Flintstones jelly

glasses. I haven't seen these in ages.

You like my glasses?

I love them.

Let me ask you something. How do you
feel about Louis Armstrong?

Oh. Well, the early Bloober recordings
were great. And I loved Drutton for some

barbecue. But he did not have the chops
of Miles Davis.

Look, there's French and Betty. Wine?

In the Betty.

Okay.

Well, this was one of the most
interesting meals I've ever had.

Baked ziti, guacamole, Belgian waffle.

I didn't know what you'd like, so I went
with my top three dishes.

And I'll tell you, I felt a little
pressure because your restaurant was one

the better places I've been thrown out
of.

I take it that happens to you a lot.

Kind of hard on the women in your life,
no?

Well, there happen not to be any women
in my life right now.

There was one fairly serious
relationship a while back.

We actually lived together.

And one day she suggested built -in
bookshelves.

I just couldn't take the step.

Well, maybe it's for the best.

When I got married, I always thought it
would be forever.

What kind of guy was your husband?

He's an actor.

Excuse me?

He's an actor. Is that what you said?
You married an actor?

What, you couldn't find a lawyer?

I thought I was in love. I saw him in an
off -Broadway production of West Side

Story. He was jet number two.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. The way
he snapped his fingers.

And he used to come around to the
restaurant where I was working.

He wasn't making much money.

So I would feed him leftovers from the
kitchen.

We started dating and talking about how
one day we were going to own this town.

Well, I got to where I was going faster
than he did, and it was just too much

pressure on the marriage.

I don't think people should make for
life.

What do you think?

I'm sorry, did you say anything after I
married an actor?

I'm actually afraid of you now. I mean,
you're capable of anything.

I know.

Would you like to have sex?

What?

I haven't had sex in almost a year, and
I was just wondering if it's something

you'd be interested in doing.

Unless it upsets you that I suggested
it. We can just forget it if you want

No, no, I think... What do I think?

I think sex would be very nice.

I was going to suggest dessert in a late
movie, but we don't have to do that.

We can have sex.

Okay.

Should we have dessert first?

Sure, let's have dessert first.

Excuse me, I'll, uh...

Go now and get the dessert.

Okay, here's the deal.

Men think about sex all the time.

Kenzie actually clocked it at once every
3 .2 minutes. I think his watch was

slow.

And there's a universal fantasy men
have.

It involves a woman who's not interested
in commitment asking a man to have sex

with her.

You want to add a little top spin? The
woman hasn't had sex in a long time.

Now, as far as I know, this fantasy has
never come true for any man, living or

dead. Except that today, God came down
from heaven and chose me.

Why? Why me?

This is too much pressure.

What if I can't perform?

This is not good.

You've got a heart attack planned for
me, don't you?

I had one glass of wine. I swear to you,
I can't believe the words that are

coming out of my mouth.

Maybe this is part of the healing
process that all recently divorced women

through.

Or maybe I'm just out of my mind. He's a
man. I know how they think.

Wake up, have sex.

Brush teeth, have sex.

Rebuild transmission, have sex.

What's he going to be expecting of me
now?

Cake?

Thank you.

I'm really looking forward to this.

I'm sure we'll both enjoy it.

I think there's something I want to say.
I'm sorry.

No, no, go ahead. No, you please go
first.

Well, you know, it is the 90s now.

Yeah, things have definitely changed.

Yeah, you don't just do it anymore like
you used to.

You sure don't.

You have to be careful.

Ask some questions. Right.

So, have you had a lot of partners?

Well, it depends on how you define a
lot.

Average, I would say.

More than the Pope.

Less than Jimmy Swagger.

What about you?

Well, I've been married for five years.

But, as you know, doesn't necessarily
mean no other sex partners.

Although it did for me.

I can't say the same for Kip.

Kip?

You married an actor named Kip.

Didn't you see any of this coming?

Can we just get back to the main topic
here? Obviously, we need protection.

So, do you have any, you know, condoms?

Condoms? Yeah, right, those.

I do.

Good, because if you didn't, I have some
in my purse.

You carry condoms with you.

One. I have one.

I bought it the day I found out Kip was
having an affair.

With an actress from that commercial
where women play basketball in their

heels.

Okay, so we have no condom shortage
here.

So, your condom or mine?

kind do you have?

Well, actually, I have a selection.

I have some different colors.

And I have one that's, you know,
imported.

Mine's just plain.

Sort of utilitarian.

But plain is good. You know, like a ham
sandwich is plain and sometimes it's

exactly what you want. Ham sandwich can
hit the spot.

Well, I'll tell you, nothing like a
little luncheon meat talk to get me hot.

Look, Jack, I know I was the one who
suggested this, but in looking back,

maybe we shouldn't do this right now.

How about if we just take a night?

Well, I can't believe I'm going to say
this, but I think you're right.

Okay, then.

This was a really nice evening, Jack.

Thank you for everything you went
through.

No problem.

Gee, nice you could stop by.

Nice to see you. We have to do this
again sometime.

I'll call you.

I had a feeling about this.

What a mistake.

I knew this was going to be trouble.

I'm crazy about her.

We've gotten our appearance.

Why, what's wrong with it?

Uh -oh.

Tablecloths.

This is the beginning, isn't it?

You think that's bad? Check this out.

A new menu.

There's nothing on here I can eat.

Everything on it is steamed, sautéed, or
poached.

She cooks the food in water instead of
grease. How am I supposed to live, Ray?

Without my protective layer of grease
and fat, I'll never make it through the

winter.

I know you're going to kill yourself
with all your bad habits, Mary Margaret.

Oh, I kill myself.

Where's that leave you, Ray? You'll be
102 years old, but all your friends will

be dead. Think about it.

I have thought about it.

I don't take much comfort in it.

It's that loss of bladder control.

Frank, can you give me a glass of water,
please?

And a couple of aspirin. So, think
you'll be able to pull this off, huh?

Oh, sure.

I have about as good a chance as the
Packards winning the pennant.

The Packers are a football team.

I said it would be hard.

I think it's best if we don't talk.

You come in here with this walling name.

Buy our place.

And you did something to my best friend,
Jack.

What do you mean?

He sat over heels for you.

I don't get it.

A few years ago, Newsweek said a woman
in her 30s had about as much chance of

finding a man as getting struck by
lightning. You get a divorce, and a day

later, you got a new guy.

You know what that means?

Some poor woman out there has been
struck by lightning.

You should have a taste.

You feel good about that?

Excuse me, is there a Wally Porter here?

Oh, God.

Kip. Kip? What's a kip?

Fella.

So this is where I find you.

Dancing with strangers in a room full of
bums?

What happened?

What happened to me and you and what we
had together?

You were like, like smoke.

I reached out for you and you were gone.

I got it. I got the part. After all of
these years, it finally happened. I got

Stanley in Streetcar.

Kip, we're not married anymore.

I don't care. You married an actor named
Kip?

You were Wally and Kip? What were you,
raised by wool?

I was in the neighborhood. The little
theater in the church under the bridge

doing street art. I auditioned and I got
it.

Wally, I know you didn't expect to see
me today.

It's just that I got some good news. I
looked around and there was nobody to

share it with.

I guess I just wanted you to know.

Well, congratulations, Kip.

Wally, do you think it's possible for us
to still be friends?

I mean, we don't have to be the kinds of
friends who go out and do things

together. It's just that if I run into
you once in a while, I'd like to know

that I could maybe take you for a cup of
coffee, have a few laughs. That's all.

Could I buy you a cup of coffee now?

Barkeep, two cups of coffee here,
please.

Oh, are you an actor?

Yes, yes, I am.

Get out.

Mike, we have to have a talk about
customer relations.

Get... This is not a good time for me.

In case you hadn't heard, I just got
divorced.

I know. As soon as I put my name on
those papers, the whole five years

flashing back.

That happened to me, too.

Honey, I thought about our honeymoon.

When we drove that car up to that old
motel in Connecticut.

What was it called?

The Jolly Minute Man.

That's right.

And we got locked out of our room
looking for the ice machine.

And we were naked?

I thought about that time when we went
out to buy a Christmas tree and it was

two degrees out. We couldn't get a cab
and we had to drag it home.

By the time we got it up to the
apartment, it had no needles.

Why would you go for ice when you're
naked?

Do you mind?

You know when you're driving on a
highway and you're...

Coming up on a squashed raccoon and you
know you shouldn't look but you can't

help yourself so you look anyway and
then you're real sorry?

I'm really sorry.

Kip,

I didn't expect to be thinking about any
of the good times.

But I did.

Maybe to keep me from feeling like such
a failure.

Honey, you are as perfect as they come.

As me.

I'm the one who blew it.

You were the best thing that ever
happened to me.

I'm going to go now.

Always know when to leave an audition,
right?

Wally, I want to wish you all the luck
in the world with your new place.

Thank you, Kip.

Thank you very much.

Oh, and one more thing.

I know my alimony check isn't due for
another few weeks, but I'm a little

in the rent. Do you think maybe I could
have an advance?

What? All those who saw this coming,
please raise your hands.

Well, sure, Kit. I would be happy to
give you an advance.

Just let me take a few moments out of
the time I've been spending picking up

pieces of my shattered life to continue
to subsidize your career.

Thanks.

You have great hair.

I'm not giving you any money.

Here you go, Kip.

And thank you. Thank you for reminding
me that there is no such thing as a

ending. Now, if you don't mind, I'm
busy.

I think Willie Loman said it best when
he said...

There were promises made across this
desk.

You're not going to tell me that you've
got people to see. I put 34 years into

this firm, Howard, and now I can't pay
my insurance.

You can't eat the orange and throw the
peel away.

A man is not a piece of fruit.

I'm not so sure.

I've had my entertainment.

I'm going to take off.

Hey, Jack.

Remember back during Super Bowl XV?

Fourth quarter, the Eagles defense
finally calls a blitz. Blunkett throws a

screen pass to Kenny King.

You know what that was an example of?

Yeah, lousy timing.

You'll understand later why I brought
that up.

So, you didn't call.

After years of lying through my teeth
and saying, I'll call you, the karmic

has paid off.

I'm sorry, Jack. I just didn't have
anything to say to you.

Look, what are we going to do here?

I mean, we both know there's something
incredible going on between us. We can't

just walk away from this because of one
horrible disaster called last Tuesday

night. And it was horrible. It was
like... It was like maggots.

Oh, thank you.

No problem.

You kids have a pleasant afternoon, huh?

I can't do this, Jack. I am not cut out
for a relationship.

You know what our mistake was?

We jumped ahead. We skipped an entire
important step.

Which was?

We never danced.

People should dance before they get
involved.

If two people can dance well together,
chances are good they're going to make

it. What do you say we give my theory a
test?

May I?

I'm not ready.

You're pretty good at this.

Not bad yourself. Ow!

Sorry.

See?

We're getting this now.

I don't know about you, but I'd say this
is the start of a great relationship.

No such thing.

We'll see.

I give it a week.

50 years.

You're crazy.

She's got to love me for it.