Almost You Page #7

Yeah, but, yo, Keats!

Not bad, kid.

Not bad.

- Man, you...

- Get up.

- Jeannie, wonderful, wonderful.

- Thank you.

- You know what I mean?

- What about you? You did it.

I have a feeling we're gonna have

a clean sweep with this.

Now you're

talkin'like an agent.

No, pictures, everything.

This is it. I'm telling you. This is it.

- This is it.

- Okay. All right. All right.

- I'll see you later, okay?

- Okay. At the party.

Yeah. Hi.

- Bye. - Lisa! You're gonna

join us at the party, right?

See you, star.

No, wait. Listen, I have to, uh...

Forget it.

Mrs. Boyer,

come on in, please.

You're not gonna find

anything now.

I guess you're right.

Nobody's goin' anywhere tonight.

Believe me.

- I'll buzz you if things change.

- Thank you, George.

Hello.

- Hello.

- God, you're soaking.

I had to walk the whole way.

Couldn't get a cab.

Oh. Come in. Come in.

Come in.

You know, I was a little

surprised when you called...

I mean, after what happened

in the park.

- The funny thing is, I was gonna call you.

- You were?

Yeah, um, I thought

about everything...

and I decided that

I was wrong.

I mean, it's the modern world, right?

And I'm a modern girl.

I feel just awful.

Do you have anything to drink?

You want some cocoa?

Cocoa? Okay.

You know, that's what

I like about you, Alex.

All the other guys are always trying to

impress me with how great they are...

or how sensitive they are...

but, you, you're always trying to impress

people with how miserable you are.

- No, I don't.

- No, I mean, it works. It does.

You are insensitive.

You don't care how anyone else feels...

but you always look

so unhappy that...

well, it's just so cute.

So, that's why

I was gonna call you.

I've decided I've been too hung up

on having a relationship.

Well, they'll kill ya

every time.

I wanna be looser.

I just wanna have fun.

My wife tried

to stab me today.

Well, that oughta

tell ya somethin'.

So, listen...

why don't you

ask me again?

Ask you what?

You know.

Just ask me again.

I'll say yes.

And it'll just be

our little secret.

Oh, Erica.

God.

I'll get it.

What?

What? What? Wha...

Gunshots]

- Hello?

- It's me.

- Is that you?

- Of course it's me.

Who do you think it is?

- Well?

- Are you up?

Yeah. I was just reading.

I called earlier.

No answer.

Yeah, I went out.

- In this weather?

- Well, I didn't get very far.

You think I'll be able

to get crosstown?

I don't know.

I'd be surprised.

I could try.

You could.

Okay. Bye.

Taxi!

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