All of My Heart Page #5

WHO ANSWERED THE PHONE?

OH, THAT'S-- THAT'S BRIAN.

HE OWNS HALF THE HOUSE.

HE LIVES THERE?

WE'RE NOT INVOLVED.

IT'S JUS A REAL-ESTATE THING.

[MUTTERS]:
HMM.

"JUST A REAL-ESTATE THING."

I THINK ABOUT YOU ALL THE

TIME.

I MISS YOU, JENNY.

I MISS YOU, TOO.

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WELL, I'LL BE

HONEST WITH YOU.

IT'S LOOKING...

PRETTY NICE IN HERE,

ACTUALLY.

IT'S VERY

BED-AND-BREAKFASTY.

YEAH.

[GRUNTING]

WHAT'RE YOU DOING?

WHAT'S WRONG?

I THINK:

THE WINDOW IS STUCK.

STEP ASIDE.

TIME FOR A MAN:

TO TAKE CARE OF THIS.

[EXHALES COCKILY]

[GRUNTS INTENSELY]

OOH-KAY.

OH! [GRUNTING]

[CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY]

UH, I MEAN, OBVIOUSLY,

I'VE MASTERED PLUMBING,

IT'S TIME FOR ME TO...

TAKE A HARD LOOK

AT CARPENTRY.

[JENNY]:
OH, I'M SO SORRY.

WHAT'RE YOU APOLOGIZING

TO THE WINDOW PANE FOR?

I'M THE ONE WHO JUS BLEW OUT A DISC.

'CAUSE I FEEL

REALLY BAD FOR IT.

OKAY.

HEY, SKIPPY!

HOW ARE YA?

TO BE HONEST WITH YOU,

I DON'T THINK

CARPENTRY'S MY THING.

DON'T GET DEFEATED

BY A STUBBORN WINDOW.

FURNITURE POLISH...

AND USE A PUTTY KNIFE.

ARE-- IS THERE ANYTHING

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO?

NOT WHEN IT COMES TO A

HOUSE.

PEOPLE ARE HARDER

TO FIGURE OUT.

WOMEN, FOR INSTANCE,

THEY ARE A MYSTERY.

YEAH.

YEAH, NO, THEY--

PFFT.

SO HOW'S THA PRETTY MYSTERY, JENNY?

YEAH, JENNY'S-- YOU KNOW.

SHE'S, UH...

I THINK YOU HAVE

A LITTLE CRUSH.

IT'S COMPLICATED.

I THINK:

SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND.

WHAT MAKES YOU SAY THAT?

WELL, COUPLE DAYS AGO,

SOME GUY CALLED AND...

SHE SEEMED, UH,

HAPPY TO HEAR FROM HIM.

IT WAS A PHONE CALL.

NOT A WEDDING.

TELL HER HOW YOU FEEL.

I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL.

WELL, FIGURE IT OU BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE.

[GATE BANGS]

THANKS, TOMMY.

SEE YOU SOON.

HE'S STILL

A DUCK OUT OF WATER.

[TRUCK RUMBLES TO LIFE]

HE'S TESTING

HIS WINGS.

[TRUCK RUMBLES OFF]

[EXHAUST BACKFIRING]

[CHUCKLING]

YEAH.

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YOU KNOW, I THINK I WANT TO

GET SOME PLANTERS FOR THE

PORCH.

SURE. I'M SURE

THEY'LL LOOK GORGEOUS.

YOU KNOW, I GOTTA BE

HONEST WITH YOU.

THESE POSTS ARE, LIKE,

A HUNDRED YEARS OLD,

'CAUSE--

-[SNAP]

-OH!

[CRASH, THUD]

[GASP]

[GROANING] OH!

ARE YOU OKAY?

OH, I THINK

I SPRAINED MY--

-OW! OOH!

-SORRY!

OH, NO, I'M FINE,

I JUST THINK:

I SPRAINED SOMETHING.

THIS ISN'T OVER,

YOU AND I.

OH, YOU THINK

IT'S FUNNY, HUH?

[HE BLEATS]

SORRY.

IN MY NIGHTMARES.

[MOCKS BLEATING]

FINALLY!

STURDY AS A ROCK.

AND PERFECTLY SYMMETRICAL,

TOO.

THAT IS,

IF YOU MOVE YOUR HEAD LIKE

THAT.

YEP. THAT'S THE PRETTIES RAILING I'VE EVER SEEN.

ISN'T IT?

I MEAN, YOU KNOW,

IT'S NOT BAD.

-HERE.

-OH, THANK YOU.

YOU KNOW,

EMILY SAT ON THIS SAME

SWING,

SHE LOOKED:

AT THOSE SAME STARS.

YEAH, UNFORTUNATELY,

STARS ARE HARD TO SEE

AT NIGHT IN THE CITY.

YOU'VE CHANGED.

REALLY?

THAT A GOOD THING?

YOU TELL ME.

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

MAYBE SO.

SO I'VE SENT EVERY RESUME

TO EVERYBODY I KNOW

ON WALL STREET.

AND NOT EVEN A NIBBLE.

NOT ONE.

WELL, EXCEPT FOR GABBY.

OH! YOU SEE THAT?

ALL RIGHT.

I GUESS IT'S TIME

FOR A LITTLE CARPENTRY.

I'M GONNA GO GE MY TRUSTY SAW.

[QUIETLY, TO TABLE]:

I AM SO SORRY.

PLEASE BE CAREFUL.

I'LL BE FINE.

I'M ACTUALLY MORE

WORRIED ABOUT THE TABLE.

[THUMP]

[CHUCKLES] OOH!

I'M AFRAID THAT CARPENTRY

MAY NOT BE MY CALLING.

I DON'T MIND THE WOBBLE.

REALLY?

WELL, UNFORTUNATELY,

I HAVE TOSSED IN

MY PINSTRIPE SUIT FOR A

TOOLBOX,

AND NEITHER ONE OF THEM

FITS.

WELL, THE TOOLBOX GIVES YOU

THAT "RUGGED REPAIRMAN"

LOOK.

JUST DON'T OPEN IT.

[CHUCKLES]

ALL RIGHT, LET ME TRY

THIS ONE MORE TIME, OKAY?

WHOA! JUST HOLD IT STEADY.

IF IT GETS ANY LOWER,

WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO

SIT ON THE FLOOR.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

I WILL ADMIT,

I'M HAVING

A VERY GOOD TIME.

AND, UH...

I DIDN'T KNOW I WOULD EVER

KNOW HOW TO DO THAT.

SO THANK YOU.

SURE.

[GABBY BLEATS]

GABBY! COME ON.

TAKE IT EASY.

IT'S JUST A CAR.

HEY.

IS JENNY HERE?

YOU MUST BE... DARYL?

BRIAN?

HEY. NICE TO FINALLY MEE YOU.

OH. SORRY

ABOUT THAT. HERE.

JUST USE THAT.

IS, UH,

IS JENNY EXPECTING YOU?

[BRIAN CALLS OUT]:

HEY!

LOOK WHO,

UH, WHO'S HERE.

HI!

IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU.

[AWKWARD CHUCKLE]

OH, I'LL GET--

AFTER YOU.

HI!

OH.

COME ON IN.

OKAY.

[BLEATS QUIETLY]

YEAH. COULDN'T AGREE MORE.

I BROUGHT YOU SOMETHING.

I FINALLY FOUND IT.

THIS IS SO SWEET,

BUT THIS ISN' MY TRUFFLE-CUTTER.

I WANTED AN EXCUSE TO SEE

YOU,

SO I BOUGHT YOU A NEW ONE.

DARYL, YOU DIDN' NEED AN EXCUSE.

I'LL BE HONEST,

WHEN I HEARD ANOTHER MAN

ANSWERING THE PHONE...

I WAS JEALOUS.

BRIAN, UH...

HE'S A HANDYMAN BY TRADE?

WHEN HE'S NOT WORKING

ON WALL STREET.

AND THERE'S NOTHING

BETWEEN YOU GUYS?

JUST THE HOUSE.

SEPARATE BEDROOMS?

SEPARATE EVERYTHING.

WE SPLIT THE HOUSE IN HALF.

[RELIEVED CHUCKLE]

AH, WELL, HE SEEMS

LIKE A NICE ENOUGH GUY.

YEAH, HE'S BECOME

A GOOD FRIEND.

MM.

WELL...

IT'S, UH...

IT'S NICE.

I'LL CALL YOU.

I'D LIKE THAT.

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AH, HE SEEMS LIKE A NICE

GUY.

YEAH, HE SAID

THE SAME THING ABOUT YOU.

REALLY?

YEAH.

SO WHAT, IS HE YOUR

BOYFRIEND:

OR SOMETHING?

HE WAS, BUT...

HE GOT THIS NEW JOB,

AND HE TRAVELS SO MUCH.

I MOVED HERE, SO...

I DON'T REALLY KNOW

WHAT WE ARE ANYMORE.

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[DING]

TURNS OU THAT DARYL IS HER

EX-BOYFRIEND.

EXCEPT HE DOESN' SEEM SO "EX" TO ME.

I'VE GOT AN EX-WIFE.

GLORIA.

I AIN'T OVER HER,

AND IT'S BEEN...

THREE YEARS.

RIGHT. ANYWAY.

HE JUST SHOWS UP UNANNOUNCED

IN HIS BROOKS BROTHERS SUI AND HIS BMW.

HAS HE NO DECENCY?

GLORIA:

GOT THE HOUSE,

THE DOG,

THE BIG-SCREEN TV.

I MEAN, THE ONLY THING

SHE DIDN'T GE WAS ME.

UH...

SO, DARYL GOES OVER TO JENNY

AND SAYS "NICE GUY, HE'S

NICE."

BUT WE BOTH KNOW THAT WITH

GUYS:

IT'S CODE FOR "BORING."

COULD BE CODE:

FOR "TALKS TOO MUCH."

LOOK, TOMMY.

WHAT DOES HE HAVE

THAT I DON'T HAVE?

MONEY. CAR.

THE WAY I SEE IT,

YOU GOT TWO CHOICES.

OH, THIS SHOULD BE GOOD.

ENLIGHTEN US,

RUSTY.

MARRY THIS GIRL!

RIGHT NOW,

JUST HIT HER WITH THE RING.

[POPS HIS LIPS]

RUSTY,

WE HAVEN'T EVEN KISSED.

WELL, THAT'S WHY

SHE THINKS YOU'RE BORING.

IT'S COMPLICATED!

ARE YOU AMISH OR SOMETHING?

WHAT WAS THE OTHER CHOICE?

I FORGET.

JUST GIVE ME A MINUTE.

[EXHALES]

NOPE. IT'S GONE.

AND IT WAS A GOOD ONE, TOO.

HOW DO YOU KNOW,

IF YOU CAN'T REMEMBER IT?

NOW YOU SOUND LIKE GLORIA.

SHE WAS MEANER THAN A SNAKE,

BUT...

TSK, THAT GIRL COULD COOK.

MM!

JENNY IS:

AN INCREDIBLE COOK.

YOU'D BETTER GET A PRENUP.

[SIGHS]

-HEY!

-HEY.

-I'M KIND OF WORRIED.

-WHAT'S WRONG?

I CAN'T FIND

GABBY ANYWHERE.

WELL, I MEAN,

SOMETIMES,

SHE FOLLOWS ME:

WHEN I GO FOR MY RUN.

I MEAN, MAYBE

SHE WENT ON HER OWN.

CAN WE HAVE A LOOK?

ABSOLUTELY.

LET'S TRY THE TRAIL.

COME ON.

[BRIAN]:
GABBY!

[JENNY]:
GABBY!

WHERE ARE YOU?

GABBY!

[OVERLAPPING]:

GABBY! GABBY!

HOW DID I GE SO ATTACHED TO A GOAT?

[BLEATING]

GABBY?

HEY...

HEY, GIRL.

[JENNY]:
IS SHE HURT?

ARE YOU OKAY?

WHAT'S WRONG?

WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER?

I HAVE NO IDEA.

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[JENNY]:
SHE'S BEEN

LIKE THIS FOR HOURS.

YEAH, THERE'S OBVIOUSLY

SOMETHING TERRIBLY WRONG.

THERE'S NO NEED

FOR CONCERN.

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