Anything for Love Page #2

- You don't mean...

- Yes...

I'd like you to hold

Friday nights open for me,

and perhaps Sunday brunch,

if possible.

Oh...

Seriously, Katherine,

I want to be your go-to guy,

the one you can depend on

in a pinch,

and maybe even the one

you think of

when you go to sleep at night.

You know, eventually.

That's... very sweet.

Katherine?

I admire you.

You're good for me,

and I...

I know

I could be good for you.

Where did you get that?

What?

That... you're

good for me.

Did my father tell

you to say that?

No.

No, Katherine!

Your father has nothing

to do with this.

Really? Because I feel

like sometimes...

You were saying?

I was... saying...

You are very charming,

and thoughtful,

and one of the

most generous men

I've ever met...

And I will give

your proposal

my utmost consideration.

Thank you, Katherine.

Back to the grindstone.

Good night, my darling.

Dude, we got

a couple of live ones

on the line.

All we have to do

is reel 'em in,

so follow my lead.

Follow my lead.

Hello, ladies.

What's shaking?

Hi, I'm Jack.

This is Reggie.

Oh!

I'm Brooke.

She's angel.

Oh, hello, angel.

Welcome to earth.

What do you do, Jack?

He's a doctor.

He's a renowned

cardiologist

at Chicago west.

That's not entirely...

Oh, don't be modest.

You should be very proud

of yourself.

So have you saved many lives?

Um...

Happens every day.

He once held a living heart

in his own two hands.

No...

Do you

remember that?

You're kidding.

Gosh, I can't even imagine

how that must feel.

Right?

I mean, that must

feel like...

I guess the way I felt

when I scored

that winning touchdown

in super bowl xlv.

Super bowl?

Hmm?

You're a professional

football player?

What?

Oh... well, I mean,

I used to be...

Used to.

Yeah, and then

I blew out my knee,

so... you know,

now I just scout.

Brooke...

You know...

I can't, uh, lie to you.

- Oh, but no...

- I'm actually a...

I am not

a cardiologist.

I'm an r.N.

R.N.?

Really... naughty?

Registered nurse.

But you're going

to become a doctor?

I mean, eventually?

Eventually.

No. Uh, no.

I actually love what I do.

I'm quite proud of it.

Wow!

I mean, that's really...

Amazing.

Yeah!

Thank you.

Oh, hey, um,

we've got to go.

- No, you don't.

- Yeah, we do.

We've got that thing.

Yeah, that... that thing.

I know you don't have

that thing!

Why do you do this?

Got really quiet

in here

all of a sudden.

- Smell that?

- What is that?

Smells like

a train wreck.

That's you

and your lies.

Good one.

You'd save yourself

a hefty mortgage payment

if you'd just admit

you actually live here.

How was your date?

Well...

Oh! Wow.

'Kay...

Holy cow!

What is this for?

I'm guessing an opening bid

for a future corporate merger.

You are so cynical.

Says the dreamer.

There's nothing wrong

with assuming

the best of people.

Unfortunately,

I can't afford to do that.

You have got

to get over

this whole paranoid

"they're all after my

corporate wealth and power"

hang-up.

Easy for you to say.

Oh, really?

You think most guys

are attracted to me

because of my bubbly

personality?

This is the hard

part of dating...

Finding that

one genuine guy

after weeding out

all the fakes.

I hate dating.

All the guys I meet

are so...

Uptight? Boring?

Self-centered?

Yes...

Yeah.

Or completely

intimidated by my career.

You know how I get

those butterflies

and goosebumps

when I'm about

to close a big deal?

You mean the

cramps and the rash?

Whatever.

That's when

I'm feeling challenged

and excited and alive,

and every cell

in my body is tingling.

Why can't I meet a man

who makes me feel like that?

How far are you

willing to go?

I'd consider the suburbs.

Yeah...

Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

Headoverheelsforyou.Com?

What is this?

The newest, hottest Internet

dating service out there.

No, no,

I don't think so.

Yes!

If you want

a real man,

someone different from

all those corporate stiffs,

this is your ticket.

They have an algorithm

that analyzes

your detailed profile

to help you find

your perfect match.

What if someone I know

sees me on this site?

I'd be the laughing stock

of the business world.

No...

Your identity is kept

completely private.

They only release it

to the guys they

match you with.

One of those guys?

What if they match me

with one who's a fake?

Mm?

And then he's after money,

or the company...

You use an alias...

Or better yet,

you pretend you're me...

An underpaid office worker

waiting for her white knight

to perform a hostile takeover.

Trust me.

No excuses.

No, it's all too complicated.

No, it's very simple.

I'll walk you

through it.

Name...

Debbie.

Age...

Hey!

Sorry.

I get confused on that one.

Occupation...

Executive assistant.

Favorite food...

You have to be kidding me.

Black coffee.

Great.

This seems underhanded,

the lying...

Well, how else are we going

to know

they're in it

for you and you alone?

I know, but...

No, no, no,

it's not like you're going

to keep your identity

hidden from him forever.

You will tell him...

Once you're sure

he's the one.

And what happens

when he finds out

I've lied to him?

Well, he'll realize

not only did he get

the woman of his dreams,

but surprise!

As an added bonus,

she's loaded.

Trust me,

he won't be disappointed.

Okay, wait, wait, wait!

No... oh!

Sorry, too late.

This is going to be

so much fun.

Out of my chair.

Okay.

Okay.

Occupation.

Like the great philosopher

popeye once said,

"I yam what I yam."

Right? That was terrible.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm meeting ox

for midnight bowling

at brothers bowling.

Want to come?

Nope. I'm busy.

Two for one drinks.

Still busy.

Internet dating?

Mm-hmm.

You didn't tell them

your real job.

Of course I did.

This things don't work

unless you're honest.

I'm telling you,

women want doctors, not nurses.

You know what?

I am done, actually,

with your advice, but thank you.

I'm going to do things

the way that I want to

from now on.

That's fine.

Whatever.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, could I borrow...

No.

Your bowling shoes?

No.

'Cause, I mean,

these rentals,

they fall even below

my standards of hygiene.

That's saying something.

Your feet stink.

Yeah.

All right, I'll wear socks.

Huh?

Yeah, you want to.

Come on.

Wear socks.

Thank you.

Mwah!

Hey, can I borrow

some socks?

What?

He'll thank me some day.

Submitted your profile!

What?

You're welcome!

Good morning!

Katherine!

I'm just working on

today's schedule.

Oh. Well...

Nice try.

I'm sorry.

I just couldn't wait.

I feel like a kid

on Christmas morning.

Well, that's fine.

You can forget

about the whole thing

because I'm going

to cancel my registration.

What? No, no,

you can't.

I won't let you.

Get... okay,

I'm the boss!

Give it to me.

Give it to me!

Aren't you even

curious to see

who they matched you with?

I've been matched already?

To, like, 10 guys.

Yeah.

Now, first,

what we need to do

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