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It's perfect.

Beautiful.

Oh, we love this.

Yes.

Yes?

Uh, phone call for you.

Not now.

I'm sorry.

Yes?

Hey, dude, we got some more of those muffins you like.

I'm busy, Finch!

Right. Sorry.

I'm sorry, girls.

Here we go.

Hey, did I leave my keys in here a second ago?

I'm fed up with these ridiculous excuses

for you to come in here and gawk.

It's infantile and pathetic.

Now get out!

And go tell everyone else that during lingerie shoots,

my studio's off-limits. Now, go!

Fine.

Hey, dude, we got some more of those muffins you like.

All right, before we break,

I believe somebody here

has something he'd like to say.

Nina, I formally apologize

for ruining our company photo

by cupping your bottom.

And?

And for yelling, "Who wants mangoes,

two for a buck."

And?

And for what I have planned for tomorrow.

Well, as long as you've learned your lesson.

Okay. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I just want to remind everyone

that Karey Burke is going to be here this week.

Who's Karey Burke?

You know, that girl I've been mentoring.

She's a freshman in college.

She won the same writing award I did in high school.

I helped her get into Stanford.

Oh! You remember her now?

No, I just thought of a way

to double my income.

Dennis, could you find out from NASA

what they do with their old space shuttles?

Anyway, just do me a favor.

While she's here, let's pretend that the real world

is run by responsible adults.

I'd rather not shatter her hopes and dreams

until after she graduates.

Meaning what?

Meaning, Nina, no letting her taste your orange juice.

Finch, no leering, peering, or spying.

I don't do that.

And, Elliott, no hitting on her.

Yes.

Excuse me, but I resent that. Uh-huh.

Just because I happen to date a lot of women

in my search for love...

doesn't mean I'm gonna go chasing after some 17-year-old.

She's 18.

Dibs. Dibs.

I said it first. No, I did.

Rock, paper, scissors. One-

Guys!

That's it. Meeting's over.

Maya.

Karey, how are you?

Oh! Oh!

Ooh. Oh...

Oops, my earring. Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Lower. Okay, all right. All right.

Twist, twist. Now, gently...

Gently.

Ooh, that reminds me. I have to return that video.

Oh...

Oh...

Karey, I want you to meet my dad.

Hi, Karey. I'm Jack Gallo,

Maya's father. It's a pleasure to meet you.

How was that?

Yeah.

Mr. Gallo, Maya's told me all about you.

And?

And if she can forgive you, so can I.

And this is my office.

Just throw your stuff anywhere.

Sorry.

That's all right.

So...

What's going on at Stanford these days?

Oh, just the same old stuff.

Hey, is the Sunday night book club

still raising hell in the library basement?

Yeah, I guess,

but it must've been different then.

I mean, now it's just a bunch of nerds.

Boy, things do change.

I remember this one time,

we brought down a six-pack of beer,

and we were all really scared we were gonna get busted,

but we drank it anyway.

Well, most of it.

I was way out of control back in those days.

Maya, can I get some advice?

Sure. What's up?

I don't know... I like school and everything.

I just feel like there's so much pressure.

Hey, I know what you're going through.

My freshman year, my grades were pretty mediocre.

No, no, I mean, I'm getting straight As.

Oh.

Sometimes I just feel so lost.

Hey, it's hard to meet people at a new school.

Oh, no, I mean, I have tons of friends.

It's just that I feel...

Insecure?

No.

Unattractive? Mm-mm.

Out of shape?

No.

Karey, is there an actual problem?

All my friends have declared their majors,

lined up internships...

and I don't have a clue what I want to do.

Hey, you are being way too hard on yourself.

What do you like to do? What are you passionate about?

I don't know. Well, you're a great writer.

Yeah, but am I passionate about it?

Find out. Join the school newspaper,

take a play-writing class,

and leave time for fun.

Go crazy and jump in the Theta Chi hot tub.

Those guys like to party.

That's the electrical engineering frat.

Uh-huh.

My point is,

my only regret is

that I didn't try more things.

I was so worried about my grade-point average

that I passed up the opportunity

to study in Paris my junior year.

Ugh.

You know, maybe you're right.

Mm-hmm.

I'll just relax.

Oh, I have a meeting. Do you want to come?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, no!

Oh, that's gonna stain.

I'll get you some paper towels.

Hey, gals. I know where some are.

Okay, feel better. Bye-bye.

This is horrible. The Gordons are in town,

and now Allie's too sick to play bridge tonight.

Bridge. That sounds like fun.

Not the way we play it.

It's a 20-year grudge match.

The Gallos versus the Gordons.

Our wives may change, but the battle rages on.

I wouldn't have pegged Allie as the bridge-playing type.

Oh, she loves it. She's really coming along...

She's not so good.

Now, last time, she played an ace over my queen,

and I'd already...

Oh, you wouldn't understand.

When you'd already finessed your opponent's king?

You play bridge?

I worked a summer in a nursing home.

Why do you think my apartment's filled with afghans?

Well, this is just perfect. You can be my partner tonight.

Ooh, tonight's no good. I'm renting some videos.

Oh, come on. One night.

8:00. What do you say?

What if I need time to practice?

So go home.

What if my legs hurt?

Take my limo.

What if they hurt for a month?

That could be arranged.

Ooh.

Let's play some bridge.

Hey, have you guys seen Karey?

Oh, yes, I have.

Isn't it fantastic?

Isn't what fantastic?

All right, that's it.

That's beautiful.

Karey?

Oh, hi, Maya. Guess what.

I'm gonna be a model.

What the hell is going on here?

Maya, that girl is wasting her youth

on a place like college.

She is going to be a future supermodel.

You know, she reminds me of me at that age.

No, she can't remind you of you at that age,

because she reminds me of me at that age,

and me at that age

was nothing like you at that age.

I'm pulling her out of here.

Don't you dare.

She is a gifted writer.

She's not some empty-headed mannequin.

And what is that supposed to mean?

Exactly.

Karey, let's go.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

I have pointy elbows,

and I am not afraid to use them.

What makes you so sure she could even be a model?

Are you kidding? She's a natural.

She's a young Nina Van Horn.

Okay, shoulders back. Shoulders back.

Back- that's it.

Oh!

Now, in the '70s,

we had an excuse for falling down.

Hey... Hey, hey, hey!

Was that great last night, or what?

We were unstoppable.

We were on fire.

I'll tell you, I never felt so alive.

When I forced their last trump

and you laid down that run of clubs...

And how about when you gave me that look

and I played that king of hearts?

I never knew bridge could be like this.

Hello.

Oh, hi, Allie.

Oh, really. Uh...

What?

Oh, Allie, uh, hold on a minute.

She says she's feeling better.

She says she can play bridge tonight.

No, no! We're playing tonight.

Well, what am I gonna do? She's my wife, for God's sake.

I understand.

By the way, last night...

when you bid two diamonds and I jumped up to four...

remember how good that felt?

Allie?

I- I gotta work late tonight.

Hey, Elliott, do you know where Karey is?

Yeah, I heard a crash in wardrobe,

so you may want to check over there.

Thanks.

Don't you think it's wrong what Nina's doing?

Maya, you see this scar?

Yeah, yeah,

Naomi Campbell's ankle bracelet.

No, that was up here.

I got this scar

trying to separate Cindy Crawford's beagle

and Tommy Hilfiger's dachshund.

Now, what did I learn from this?

Never get in the middle of a fight.

Fine.

Two...

Hilfiger faints at the sight of blood.

Three...

Paramedics will ignore a bleeding man

when Cindy Crawford's nearby in a jog bra.

Four- All right, I get it.

I just don't want Karey to get hurt.

She has no idea how competitive modeling really is.

No kidding.

Six agencies are fighting over her right now.

What?

Check it out.

Wow!

Yeah, and these are just test shots.

She looks like a model.

Yeah.

She has the sort of natural beauty

that usually only comes with $50,000 worth of surgery.

Okay, so she's beautiful,

but that's no guarantee she's gonna work.

Armani wants her to do a shoot in Milan.

Milan? But still...

And then they want to shoot her in Paris.

Paris? Oh, sure, that sounds great,

but that's only two jobs.

Think about all she'll be missing.

Lectures and dorm food and...

internships at insurance agencies.

What point are you trying to make, Maya?

I want to be a model!

Hey, partner! Just wait till tonight.

I got a brand-new move I want to try out.

Great. Okay.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Don't you do this, Jack.

Don't you shut me out.

It's just...

I'm starting to feel strange

about this whole thing.

If Allie ever found out

I was playing bridge with someone else,

it'd kill her.

She won't find out.

I don't know.

Fine. Go ahead. Play with her.

You'll only be thinking about me.

Last night was pretty great.

Come on. One more time. Let's do it.

Damn it! You've got me thinking with my deck.

Fine, but after tonight,

I'm going back to Allie.

Check this out. I want to show you something.

I've noticed that

when the Gordons bid no trump-

Jack, I've got a question about the-

What?

What?

What?

What's going on?

Nothing.

I'm just... standing here.

Dennis is way over there.

And, uh, we were, uh...

He was dictating a letter.

Right. I was dictating a letter-

Dear Baxter...

I am eternally grateful for the assortment of yams.

I found them to be... delightfully plump.

Maybe I'll just come back later.

My door is always open.

How did I do?

You were perfect.

Good news.

The Dolce & Gabbana people

want to use you next week

while you're in Italy.

You're kidding.

Now, here's a little tip-

when you're in a foreign country,

and you get in trouble with the law,

just remember these three little words:

"Not my baggie."

That's good. Write it down.

Oh. Actually, I was writing a poem.

A poem! You write poems?

Sometimes. It helps me think.

Oh, good. Well, let's hear it.

"If I could only Step ahead

"And choose the path The ivy climbs

"It never knows Which way it grows

Who fears fate less Than the patient leafy vine?"

You wrote that just now?

It's supposed to be about-

The future.

Right.

Yeah, well, you know,

I sometimes write a little poetry.

Really? Read me something.

Oh, oh, I couldn't.

It's very personal.

I've never shared my poetry with anyone but my therapist,

and that was the night he slept over.

Please?

Well...

Here's something I've been working on

during spare moments in the office.

It's called "What Lies Before Me."

"A stapler

"A pencil

"Fingers drumming on a desk

"A vodka martini

"Then nothing...

"Nothing...

"Nothing...

Blinding headache"

I like it.

It's about hope.

Do you have a favorite poet?

Maybe. Uh, what are some choices?

Well, Cummings, Frost, Dickinson.

Dickinson! Oh, I love Dickinson.

Yeah, me too. Mm.

Oh, well, then, here.

Have mine.

Oh, is this his latest?

Hi.

Hi.

What are you doing?

Writing a poem.

Really?

Yes, really.

Ex-models can write poetry if they want.

It's called "Outside My Window."

"Traffic

A bird..."

Mm, that's all I have so far.

Look, Nina, I came to apologize.

You're giving Karey an amazing opportunity,

and I should be grateful, and instead, I attacked you.

I'm very sorry.

Oh, please. I'm the one who should be sorry.

I called you big-headed and snobby.

I never heard that.

It's in my other poem, "Big-Headed and Snobby."

That little tribute aside... I'm very sorry.

Well, don't be. You were right. She's got a gift.

Huh?

Her poetry...

It shows promise, even if it is a little thinky.

You know what?

What she needs right now is to feed her brain

something besides champagne and airline food.

On the other hand, she needs adventure,

to see the world.

My God. Italy, France...

What adventure? It's a nightmare!

It's like every country

has a completely different culture.

What do you suggest, she throw it all away

and go snooze in the back of some classroom?

She's going to college!

She's going to model!

Maya, the woman has a brain!

Nina, wake up! She's aging as we speak!

Yes?

Dennis... here.

For me?

A tie. Wow.

Dennis, I've been thinking.

You deserve a real bridge partner,

one who can be there for you all the time.

What are you saying?

I'm saying this is it.

It was fun, but we both knew it couldn't last.

But we're playing tonight, Jack. You promised!

See, the more I sit here,

the more I think about Allie waiting at home,

while you and I are out... you know.

Say it, Jack. Playing bridge!

All right! Playing bridge!

And you think you can buy me off

with this little trinket?

Hey!

That's Italian silk! I don't-

I think I need- Dear Baxter...

I am so grateful

for the hot buttered grits.

I'm not coming in here anymore.

Karey.

Karey, Nina and I have been talking...

About your future...

And we realized we put a lot of pressure on you

with all these career choices,

and we may have even put our own interests

ahead of yours.

I've been giving it a lot of thought-

So here's what we've decided.

You should pursue modeling-

go to Rome, Paris, wherever it takes you...

have the adventure of a lifetime.

But only for two years,

and then you're going to college.

And that's the plan.

Um... I'm not sure that's going to work.

Oh, sure, it will.

We can show you on a calendar.

No. I mean, Maya,

do you remember when we were sitting in your office,

and you asked me what I was passionate about?

Yeah, and you said writing.

No. You said writing.

And then this whole modeling thing happened,

which got me really thinking

about what I want to do with my life.

And I finally decided.

I wanna dance- Oh!

Dance?

You?

It's my passion.

But, um, Karey, dancers need a certain-

how shall I put this?

You're a klutz!

You broke my unbreakable comb.

So what? I know I can dance.

It's just because I haven't focused on it.

So I'm going to quit school

and put all my energy into it.

Ooh, let's rethink that.

Honey, we just don't want you to have any regrets.

Look, I appreciate everything that you guys have done for me,

but it's not a mistake... you'll see.

I'm going to be the best dancer

that there ever was.

Oops, sorry!

Well, she's already learned The Nutcracker.

Should we try and stop her?

Oh, could anybody stop us at that age?

I just wanted her to do all the things I never did.

Yeah. Me too.

I don't know.

Do you think we were trying to live something out

through her?

God, you think?

You know, it's not too late for us.

I could take a year off and hike through Europe.

I could live in hostels

and wait tables to get me through.

Yeah, and I could go to college.

I could do homework and take exams,

and read, read, read.

Seems like a hassle.

Screw it.

♪ Life keeps bringing me Back to you ♪

♪ Keeps me bringing me home ♪

♪ It don't matter what I'm gonna do ♪

♪ 'Cause It's got a mind of its own ♪

♪ Life keeps bringing me Back to you ♪♪

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