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and important, isn't easy.

Cynicism, on the other hand,

always is.

- It was very interesting meeting you.

- Bye.

Yeah.

You gonna be in more

weddings next weekend?

- I have to go.

- How many have you been in, by the way?

- Just, like, ballpark.

- Good night.

- Hey, you know what? Could you--

- Yeah?

- Forget it.

- Yup.

Okay.

Death. Destruction.

Wedding vows. Yea.

Come to mama.

Oh.

Jeter hit a walk-off

in the ninth. Did you see it?

Uh, no. I work

Saturday nights, remember?

- Here. From the happy couple.

- Oh, that's right.

You were eating coconut cake

and doing the Electric Slide.

- So how'd it go?

- Oh, let's see.

The bride wore a gown that sparkled

like the groom's eyes...

as he saw her approaching

through a shower of rose petals.

And you're not

getting laid?

Commitments is the gold standard

of wedding announcements.

Every girl on the planet rips open that page,

first thing Sunday.

Brides kill to get in there.

Do you have any idea

what you can be doin'?

- You mean to women who are

about to get married?

- Yeah.

They won't call you.

They won't bother you.

They will pretend they never even met you.

You can't beat that.

Well, it's not gonna

matter much longer anyway.

- You're looking at my ticket

out of the taffeta ghetto.

- Keep on dreaming.

- Uh, go away.

- Yes. Okay.

What? I wasn't gonna come

to work in my bridesmaid dress.

Two-day walk of shame outfit.

Elegant.

What happened to you

the other night?

You were barely there,

and then you disappeared.

- You meet someone?

- Come on. No.

Oh. Ridiculous question.

- Good morning, Gina.

- Hi.

- You haven't seen my Filofax

anywhere, have you?

- No.

No. Okay.

I'll go look for it.

- Did you get those catalog pages in for George?

- No.

Okay. No worries.

I'll get them from production.

Attagirl.

Show her who's boss.

- I'm not her boss.

- You're the boss's assistant.

Same diff. What's the good of your job

if you can't abuse the power?

- Casey, go to Accounting.

- Now you're bossy.

Where the hell

did I put that thing?

That is a great idea for the front page

of the section.

Oh, come on, Doyle. How many times

have I heard this from you?

- I'm telling you, Maureen. It's a great idea.

- Really?

As great as your last great idea, an expose

on price-fixing at wedding bakeries?

Yes! Yes! They're ripping people off.

Flour costs pennies per ounce.

That's an 8000/0 markup.

It's outrageous.

Yes, it is.

Also, no one cares.

What about the piece I wanted to do on

the exploitation of workers in lace factories?

- That is a killer piece.

- Oh, right.

That's what people really wanna

read about in the Style section.

Kevin, this section practically

pays for the entire paper.

Our advertisers want fun, upbeat,

colorful human-interest stories...

- opposite their products.

- So that's what we're about now? Making money?

- Get out.

- All right. Listen. That was not right.

I get it. But this one is.

Look, this woman...

- has been in seven weddings--

- So?

This year. She was in two

on Saturday alone.

But it won't just be about her.

It'll be an incisive look at how the wedding

industry has transformed something...

that should be an important rite

of passage into nothing more

than a corporate revenue stream.

In a fun, upbeat, you know,

cheerful way.

Look, Maureen, I am dying

back there in Commitments.

If I have to write another sentence about

baby's breath, I'm gonna shoot myself.

This is a real story.

This is what I wanna do.

I need you covering weddings.

That's what you're good at.

And that's what

I need you to do.

If you don't start giving me feature stories,

I'm gonna have to quit.

One chance. If I don't like it, you go back

to Commitments for the rest of your life...

with a big smile on that ridiculously

handsome face of yours.

Deal.

- You think he'll like these?

- Yes, I do.

I think those photos for the fall catalog will

cause George to take you into his office...

- and make sweet love to you for hours and hours.

- Shh! Casey.

Tell me that crazy crush is the reason you

work as hard as you do, 'cause it's upsetting.

-Just like my job. Okay?

- No. You just think that one day...

George is gonna wake up and realize

that he is madly in love with you...

- and he's gonna make some

spectacular gesture of love--

- Flowers for Jane Nichols.

Yeah. That's me.

Thank you.

That's great. I spent two days in bed

with a guy, and you get flowers.

- Nice.

- There's no note.

Oh,Jane. You don't seriously think

they're from your dream guy, do you?

Gina, can you take these

to my desk for me?

- Sure. No problem.

- Thank you.

Would you please stop

saying that? Nobody knows.

Everybody knows,Jane,

except George.

It's true.

Gatsby! Hi, buddy. Hi!

Whoa! Come on, Gatsby.

No slobbering on the ladies.

Hi.

- How was it?

- It was phenomenal. Up and back...

in 10 hours--

our best time yet.

Isn't that, like, the eighth time

you climbed Mount Whitney?

- How do you remember that stuff,Jane?

- I don't know.

- So we just got these in. What do you think?

- I think they're too corporate.

That's what I was thinking. They don't

have enough of a feel of being-

Outdoors. Right. I mean,

there's no adventure.

There's no danger. Plus, everyone

looks way too put together.

Yeah. Like models. Got it.

I will talk to Marketing.

See? That's why I keep

you around,Jane.

I mean, who else could finish my sentences?

Your design meeting

is at 11:
00.

And the 92nd Street Y called to confirm

that you'll be attending their benefit.

- You wanna go?

- Do I have to make a speech?

Just a few words about ecologically

responsible business practices.

Something light and fun.

You in?

Yeah. Yeah, let's do it.

Put it on the calendar...

but I'm probably gonna need

to dig up a date for that, huh?

- Yeah. Probably.

- At least that's the one thing in my life...

-you don't have to take care of for me, right?

- Yeah.

Oh, my... God!

- Leave me alone.

- Jane!

- Yeah?

- Did you put that breakfast burrito on my desk?

I just thought

you might be hungry.

That's why I love ya.

I love you too.

Oh! Yeah.

Yeah. You're right.

I needed that.

Okay, everybody. I hope to see you all

at my engagement party tonight.

And,Jane, thanks again

for arranging everything.

No problem.

Do you wanna come over

to my place before the party?

Some of the guys from Shipping

are coming...

- and they're bringing tequila and bubble wrap.

- Fun!

I can't. I gotta pick up

Tess from the airport.

God! Wouldn't it be great if there was

a service that you could hire to do that?

Like yellow cars or shiny

black sedans--

I want to pick her up.

She's my baby sister.

Plus, she needs

my help, so--

- See ya.

- Wouldn't wanna be ya.

Hi!

Yea!

Hey! When did you start

traveling so lightly?

Oh.

I always meet the nicest

people on planes.

Hmm. Come on.

Parked in P-9.

Rudolfo said he wanted to come back

to New York with me, of course...

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