Blonde Ambition Page #4

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You really are a fortune cookie.

What if instead of looking at the daughter

as an obstacle to Mr. Perry,

we look at her

as an opportunity to seal the deal.

I'm listening.

Mr. Perry's gonna love it.

So, while they're inside

showing him the spec house,

I'm gonna be outside throwing his daughter

an old-fashioned Minden ice cream social.

How wonderful that you were able to save

Richard from losing such a big account.

- I just hope I can pull it all together by then.

- Don't you worry.

Freddy and I are gonna do whatever it takes

to make sure your party

is a smashing success.

- Won't we, Freddy?

- Smashing.

Here you go. We're having a party.

It's for a new client.

- Thanks, Ben.

- You got it.

- Nice aim.

- Hey, thanks.

I've been doing this awhile.

- Thanks, Ben.

- You got it.

You ever think about

moving up from the mail room?

- Thanks, Ben.

- Leaving the mailroom? Why?

No meetings. No work on weekends.

No pressure.

Say, now, don't you owe me a dinner

for saving your life with that shiatsu?

Nice try.

I do actually have a work opportunity

on Saturday if you wanna help me out.

- Yeah?

- It's not a date, though.

Hey, I'm sorry.

I didn't know that chatting up the new

employees was part of your job description.

I didn't realize my job had a description, sir.

Moving on, then.

- That's not the way to get ahead. Let's go.

- Yes, sir.

Hate that horn.

- Hi, Daddy.

- Hey, sweetheart.

- Are you having fun, Amber?

- Abso-freaking-lutely!

Would you like a tasty ice cream cone?

- Congratulations, this is fantastic.

- Thank you, Mr. Perry.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have a spec house to look at.

Amber doesn't even know

that her dad's working.

I've got to get to Grandma's house.

Hey, Little Red Riding Hood.

I'm not supposed to talk to strangers.

It's a wonderful story.

Who wants milkshakes? Huh, kids?

Rockstar milkshakes.

Tasty. There you go.

Party like rock stars, kiddies.

Good job. Give it a shot, too.

Hey, you look pretty enough to eat.

And I think I will.

- What the hell is this?

- Intermission!

What do you think you're doing?

Daddy! I'm stuck in the bouncy castle!

Help, get me out of here!

Amber? Amber, is that you?

Hold on, I'm coming in.

Drink up, kids. Drink it up. Drink up.

Hey, no. Hey. The piata. Hit the piata.

Feel the buzz, huh? Feeling it?

We need some parents over here!

Ben, I need your help!

I kind of got my hands full.

Firecrackers!

Light them up, kiddies.

- Candy.

- No, not candy. Fire. Bad.

Amber? Amber?

What...

Where's my little girl?

What in God's name is going on here?

- You Robert Perry?

- Yes, but...

Looks like your party

got a little out of hand here, sir.

- Officer, I can assure you, this was not my...

- Sir, you have the right to remain silent.

We, on the other hand,

have the right to remain sexy!

No, no, listen. I'm not into...

Amber? Hey. No, no, no, come on. Come on.

No, no.

Oh, no.

- Don't look. Don't look. Close your eyes.

- No, no, it's a mistake.

Come on now... Enough!

Where is my daughter?

No, Daddy, I wanna stay.

- I like the men who took their clothes off!

- Oh, perfect.

I am so sorry, Mr. Connelly.

Don't be silly, it's all right. Didn't you hear?

She likes the men

who took their clothes off!

Look, you made a mistake and so did I.

- Start the car.

- Yes, sir.

No, it's my fault, Mr. Connelly.

You made no mistake.

Yeah, I made one. I hired you.

Does that mean...

- Am I fired?

- Read between the lines, Miss Gregerstitch.

Well, if that wasn't a date,

I can't wait for the real thing.

Hey, wasn't your fault.

- I'm just not cut out for this.

- Just not cut out for this?

That sounds a lot like the kind of thing

somebody says

when they're about to quit something.

I can't quit. I was fired.

He fired you?

Well, look. I wouldn't expect

a little technicality like that

to stop somebody like Katie Gregerstitch.

If you go in there and look him in the eye

and don't take no for an answer,

I think you can get your job back.

I think you can get it. Okay, hombre?

- Mr. Connelly, I want my job back.

- And I wanna play for the Yankees.

I promise, it will never happen again.

I know it'll never happen again.

That's the beauty of the word "fired."

All right. Look.

You're a good kid, you really are.

But this is business.

We lost a big account,

and I can't let something like that

happen again around here. Not now.

I won't take no for an answer.

I admire your fortitude.

I'm gonna call security now.

Hey, hey, hey!

Look, one way or another,

you're gonna listen to me.

- My great-grandpa, Gregory Gregerstitch...

- Here we go.

...built his store with his own bare hands.

One month later a tornado came

and blew the whole thing down.

I think I remember reading about that.

Did that stop him? No.

I got chills.

He rebuilt the store, opened it,

and it is still standing today.

Did you actually say Gregory Gregerstitch?

That's right.

Think back to when

you had your first big job.

Did you ever make any mistakes?

Did you ever feel like you deserved

a second chance?

Oh, boy.

This is the Norwegian Towers account.

And an official second chance. Go on.

Thank you, Mr. Connelly.

You won't be sorry.

All right, all right.

What do you want me to do with it?

File it? Copy it? Proofread it?

Actually, I want you to baby-sit.

- The file?

- The Norwegians.

Look, I don't have time

to explain it right now.

But they're getting together tomorrow night

to review the contract and hopefully sign it.

Here's the thing.

I need someone to keep them company,

just to see that they're having a good time.

But you're perfect for it

because I just remembered

you speak Norwegian.

What?

It says on your resume

you speak fluent Norwegian, right?

That's my girl. Go on, go get them.

You're gonna be terrific.

I'm glad you're back already.

- Debra! I don't speak Norwegian!

- Of course you don't, honey.

- Well, why'd you put it on my resume?

- It was for your own good.

- It saved you your job, didn't it?

- But it's a lie.

Well, look. You say lie, I say half-truth.

What part of that is truth?

Well, you speak, don't you?

Debra, I'm sorry, but where I come from,

a lie is a lie.

Let's look on the brighter side of things.

What's this?

I knew the stress your grandfather

was under.

It's the deed to his store.

I just figured if I owned the building,

I could go easy on his rent.

I... I can't believe this.

Look. Right now,

your focus should be on your career.

And I say this as your mentor

and your friend.

- Thank you! Thank you!

- Oh.

And as far as this Norwegian thing,

don't worry your pretty little head.

- I'm gonna fix everything.

- Okay.

Freddy, are you sure

it's customary to wear this outfit?

Yeah, listen. I Googled the habits

and customs of Norwegia,

and to them you look totally normal.

Okay.

Here they come.

Freddy? They're priests.

Oh, are they? You don't say.

Listen, relax.

Repeat after me.

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