Breakin' All the Rules Page #7

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- I'll tell you how to recognize her.

- I know, short hair.

- I don't see Evan anywhere.

- I can't believe you did this to me.

- I'm leaving.

- No, no, no. He's changed.

Okay, it was supposed to be

a surprise, but he has a ring.

- A ring of what?

- A diamond ring, silly.

You're psychotic.

Really psychotic.

- Well, that's harsh.

- Excuse me.

- Nicky. Hey, what's up?

- Quincy.

- You know what? Let's get out of here.

- Yeah.

I was thinking we'd bounce,

get a little...

You know, have you seen the floors?

These floors are great.

- Who's that woman waving?

- She's looking at you.

Have you got the letter?

- Right here.

- Okay, Nicky.

- See you met Quincy already. Cool.

- You didn't tell him?

Tell me what?

- That's the girl.

- Hi.

- Let's blow out these candles.

- Yeah.

I think I'll mingle.

Hello, I'm Helen, Quincy's muse.

I'm Nicky, Quincy's girlfriend.

I'm Rita. I just screw him.

- Yo, Evan, I've been seeing Nicky.

- What?

I wanted you to know me and Nicky

been seeing each other.

- My Nicky?

- You know, I don't...

Look, I've been seeing Nicky,

and I love her.

Hey, just met your muse

and your little ho.

You know what you are?

You're a walking, talking teratoma.

No, Nicky, Nicky. Wait.

Yo, Nick!

E! Wait!

E, E, hold up, man.

Look, it's not what you think.

I think you weren't thinking.

- I didn't know what...

- I don't give a damn.

You don't do that to blood. You don't

do that to family. You know the rules.

Yeah, I know you know.

Go to hell, man.

I'm gonna get her back, Q.

Stay away from her.

Dude.

Giing simewhere?

Yeah, just a business trip. You know,

kind of a last-minute thing...

...to London, just...

Yeah, just...

- Well, the hotel pool, you know?

- You're allergic to chlorine.

- Not that bad.

- You stop breathing.

- Change the locks?

- Yeah. The key broke off inside the...

- But it...

- Is this letter addressed to me?

Perhaps you should just read it.

There's something I need to tell you,

but it may change your opinion of me.

I'm having an affair.

Famous Q.

What you doing,

and how'd you get in?

- I broke a window.

- Why you do that?

- Your little dog is very friendly.

- What are you doing here?

Yo. What's your problem, man?

Oh, damn. What the hell

is wrong with you, man?

- Yo, Philip, I'm confused.

- You certainly are, because I know.

- You know what?

- Rita told me about your indiscretions.

He bit me. That animal.

The way I listened to you.

The way I confided in you.

- It wasn't me, I swear.

- Listen, ungrateful little misanthrope.

If you so much as look at Rita,

I will hire people to break you in two.

Plus, I'm pulling your lousy book.

Your self-help days are history.

I'm gonna marry that girl,

and there's not...

...a damn thing you can do

to stop me.

Yeah, it's just...

Yeah.

Stop that.

What?

This?

Fine.

Here.

Don't you threaten me.

I want that thing put down.

There won't be fights in here.

But if you do, keep that left up.

- Then uppercut and a round...

- Can I help you?

Yeah, I was wondering...

...if I left my girlfriend's dog here,

could you find him a good home?

- Come with me.

- All right. There you go.

Got your own condo,

skylights, Jacuzzi.

You gonna have mad freaks

up in here.

Yeah, they all get three days,

but between me and you...

...ain't none of them

get out of here alive.

Let me know.

- Honey, I'm home.

- Are you crazy?!

- Get that thing away.

- Where my dogs at?

God, it's so ugly.

Fly back to Paris on this.

Go get her, boys.

- Nicky?

- The persin yiu're calling...

...is unavailable.

- Yo, E, I gotta talk to you.

- Wait a minute.

Before you start,

I have something I wanna say.

- I'm getting married.

- No.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

No date yet, but it's going down.

- You happy?

- Of course. It's a big day, but...

And that's just good

because you know why?

- I want you to be my best man.

- No, I can't.

- Hey, Q. We go back.

- No, I can't. I'm serious.

- She's here.

- She's here. She's here? For what?

No.

Quincy, this is Rita.

Rita, Quincy.

Pleasure finally meeting you.

Heard a lot about you.

You have no idea.

- Yeah, what happened to Philip?

- Heart attack.

What do you think?

So pretty, isn't it?

Thankfully, it turned iut

ti be a fairly minir incident.

But he needed ti spend

a few days in the hispital.

Si there I was, nursing the piir siul

back ti life when whi walks in?

Oh, hey, is that the Angler contract

you got there?

- Yeah, you know, I'll come back.

- No, just put it down.

- Right here?

- Yeah, just here. Here is good.

I'm sorry. Where are my manners?

Evan, this is Rita Monroe.

Rita Monroe, Evan Fields.

Of ciurse, I didn't kniw he was Evan.

I thiught he was yiu.

I felt si used,

si manipulated that I just...

...fell in love.

- Is Philip still in the hospital?

- No, I fixed him up with this nurse.

- Good boy.

- He's in giid hands.

Rita, will you excuse us

for a second?

I'll see you outside.

- What's crackulating?

- Talk to Nicky?

Oh, no. Well, I stalked her for a while,

but that was a long time ago.

- That's a joke. That's a joke.

- Good.

Rita, nice to meet you.

Q.

You still need my permission

if you wanna talk to her.

Them the rules.

I got my own rules now, player.

I can't believe he hit you in the ear.

They deserve each other.

Hello?

- Hey, where's Nicky?

- She's not here.

- When is she coming back?

- She's not.

- What you mean, "she's not"?

- She's gone to Portland.

- Portland?

- You just missed her.

She took the train. He's afraid to fly.

He? Who the hell is he?

Right here, Mr. Lynch.

Don't move. Your daughter

doesn't pay me enough...

...to play hide-and-seek with you.

All right?

I'm gonna go get the tickets.

Stay here.

Damn.

Hi, two tickets

on the Surfliner to Portland.

Come on.

Damn.

Nick.

Nicky.

- His right hand grabbed me like this.

- I see.

Okay, we gotta go.

We gotta go now.

Let's go.

Please have your tickets ready.

Final destination for this train

is San Diego.

What?

Don't even think about it.

What the...? Oh, my gosh.

Quincy.

- What are you doing?

- I'm a...

- It's my fault. I'm an idiot.

- What are you...?

I don't understand

what you're saying.

Do you hear me?

What you with the old dude for?

I can't understand what you're saying.

I'm a misanthrope.

I'm an a**hole. I'm a fool.

- I can't hear you.

- I love you. I got to have you.

What are you...?

No, no, no.

No, no. No, don't.

- Crazy man.

- Don't, don't.

No, no, don't. Don't.

Oh, my God! Stay here.

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