In Her Shoes Page #3
[ Man ]
All right, go ahead.
- There it is.
- All right, let's go.
- [ Grant ] All right.
- All right. Thanks.
- All right.
- So, thanks for the ride.
Thanks for the drinks and the fun,
and, uh, we'll see you guys later.
Well- I mean, wait, wait.
Hang on, hang on.
Maybe we can go do something.
- You know, it's early still.
- No, I'm okay, actually. I'm just gonna go.
Yeah, but you can't just take the car.
You got to pay for it.
- Let me go!
- What are you doing? Hey, wait up! Wait!
-[ Tim ] Grant! L eave it alone!
- Ow! God!
- [ Maggie Grunting ]
Aah!
[ Groans, Coughs ]
[ Moaning ]
[ Sighs ]
What the hell is that?
It's Honey Bun Two.
You bought a dog.
No, I borrowed him.
I didn't want to be alone last night.
I had- I had a bad night.
So did I, Maggie, several of them...
but you don't see me stealing dogs.
I was scared.
There were these guys and-
- And I got home, and you were gone. I-
My plane was late.
I have to be in court in 20 minutes.
I missed two days of work for nothing,
which means I'm gonna have to work forever.
And now I'm getting a cold...
so I don't have room in my head
for your problems right now.
Just have my sheets cleaned
and the dog out...
by the time I get home.
[ Door Closes ]
My car has a boot on it!
How the hell did my car
get a boot on it?
Oh, I was trying to tell you.
I-I used it the other day-
Five years I've had that car,
not one ticket.
You use it-without permission-
for two days.
- Melanie Dillon.
- Melanie, it's me.
- Hi, Rose.
- There's an emergency,
and I can't make it to court.
- Can you send someone to cover for me?
- Got it.
Thank you.
You ruin everything.
I can't take this anymore, Maggie.
I can't.
I want you out.
Now. Today,
before I get home from work.
- That is not my problem!
You are your problem!
You figure it out!
[ Sighs ]
[ Door Slams ]
- How was Chicago?
- Cold.
Sorry I couldn't swing it.
- Things were kind of crazy around here.
- Yeah, I know.
I work here too.
[ Sighs ]
You know, Jim...
if you say you're gonna be in Chicago,
you should be in Chicago.
And if you can't make it, if you know you're
gonna send Simon Stein in your place...
then pick up the goddamn phone.
[ Whines ]
B*tch.
[ Long Sigh ]
[ MUSIC ] [ Woman Singing Continues ]
[ Knocking ]
It's okay, Honey Bun. Shh.
Is... Rose here?
Nope.
[ Flirtatious Chuckle ]
[ Opening Door With Key ]
[ Disgusted Sigh ]
- [ Sensual Moaning ]
- [ Door Bangs ]
[ Maggie Gasps ]
[ Shuddering Gasp ]
- [ Footsteps Approaching ]
- Oh!
Rose. Rose.
[ Crying ]
I liked you. I really liked you.
[ Sniffles ]
She won't even remember your name.
In fact, she can't even spell it.
Can you, Mag? Want to give it a try?
Come on, sound it out.
Ji... immm.
Jim.
Pretty, but real stupid.
Shut up, you fat pig!
Did you honestly just say "fat pig"?
You are my sister...
and the best you can do is "fat pig"?
[ Ferocious Yell ]
Get out of my life!
Oh!
- [ Sobbing ]
- [ Door Closes ]
I want 200 bucks.
That's the going rate, isn't it?
When's your next train to New York?
[ Arrival & Departure Board Clattering ]
Mrs. Lefkowitz?
All right already!
Oh, sorry.
I thought it was my son.
- I'll get my list.
- Okay.
I didn't know your son was here.
That's wonderful.
Yeah, well,
he said he wants to see me.
And where is he now?
He's on the beach, looking at bosoms.
Hey, Lewis, what's the matter?
You look like you just had a stroke.
- Hi, Mrs. Lefkowitz. Hi, Ella. I didn't see you.
- Hello.
- She's invisible.
- You look confused.
Well, who needs all these choices?
It's soap.
I say, when in doubt,
go for the simplest box.
Ah. You know, Sharla taught me
almost everything.
Cooking, dishes,
how to use a cell phone.
Never got around to the laundry.
You must miss her.
Mmm, every day. You?
Well, I didn't know your wife,
so, no, I can't say that I do.
- [ Chuckling ]
- [ All Laughing ]
Oh, finally,
a date with Lewis Feldman.
What do you mean?
He's had his eye on you
since he got here.
- That's ridiculous. He has not.
- [ Chuckles ]
Anyway, it's not a date.
I'm just helping him with his laundry.
Why? What do you think dates look
like around here, bungee jumping?
Believe me, it's a date.
[ Amy ]
At least she's gone.
Where'd she go to anyway?
I don't know. My dad's, I guess.
Well, that's good. Gives Sydelle
one more thing to complain about.
Which one are you crying about-
the predatory prick
or the sh*t-for-brains tramp?
'Cause neither one deserves your tears.
[ Sobs ]
You know, Amy...
I'm sure you're right...
[ Sobs ]
but sometimes I wish you'd just say...
"Boy, that sucks...
and I'm really sorry
it happened to you. "
- Do you have them for every high holiday?
- [ Chuckling ] Yeah.
The Passover one says,
"What makes this tuchis unlike any other?"
- My son, the joker.
Thinks it makes up for the fact
that I don't see him on the holidays.
- They go to her parents.
- Well, at least he's married.
- My son- 5 5, still single.
- Gay?
I wish. Immature.
Ella, tell me about your family.
Well, my husband Ira
was in real estate.
Died three years ago. Cancer.
- [ Chuckles ]
- That's funny?
No, it's the way we do that-
the dead spouse intro.
Name, rank, when did he die, how.
But not the specifics.
Cancer's okay,
but no one ever says "lung cancer. "
Or, God forbid,"prostate cancer. "
How 'bout you? Have any kids?
No.
No, I don't have any children.
[ Bell Tolling ]
- [ Woman ] Rufus? Is that Rufus?
- [ Barking ]
Uh, is Shirley back
from Europe already?
Ooh, I thought she- I thought she
was boarding Rufus for another month.
She is. Yeah.
I just... walk... Rufus.
- Oh, you're with the Elegant Paw.
- No. No, I'm-
- Hi, Carol.
- Hey, Carol.
- Hi.
- Good girl, Molly.
- I'm... freelance. A... freelance dog-walker.
- Oh, I see.
Yeah, I work for kennels,
with kennels, and, uh...
with- for individuals... too.
- She's just what we need.
- Absolutely.
- How much do you charge?
- [ Laughs ]
Jesus! You saved my ass.
- Where did you find him?
- Oh, just... wandering around Rittenhouse.
You know, I give this girl a job.
She seems normal.
Next thing I know,
she's taken off with this dog.
You can imagine, something like this gets out,
and I'm out of business.
So, how does 200 sound for a reward?
Fair enough?
- I don't want a reward.
- What are you, a saint?
No.
[ Chuckles ]
Uh, I was thinking...
maybe instead of a reward...
my dog-walking services.
Exclusively.
- Not so much as the Winnebago he left her.
- [ Laughing ]
- Oh, it's horrible!
You won't be laughing when
you're eating government cheese.
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