Love Stinks Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1999
- 94 min
- 480 Views
- Smart man.
- Yeah.
So just tell me what you want,
and I'll make it happen.
Really? I can think
of one thing that I want.
Stop. I have a rule.
A rule? Already?
Let me guess.
"Never kiss a client."
You're fired.
My rule is
unless we've had at least
three meals together.
Three?
We had dinner at the rehearsal.
That's one.
And I'm ready
for a little breaktast.
Meal number two.
Breaktast at a mini-mart.
I don't deserve this.
That's where you're wrong.
You do deserve this.
This is the best microwave
egg burrito in town.
Plus, I needed gas,
so it's pretty convenient.
Here you go.
Take two. They're small.
There you go.
You know, I know
what we should do next.
- We are not eating lunch.
- Man.
Tiger, I found your ball.
I guess I used
a little too much club.
After 18 holes of professional
miniature golf, I'm famished.
You're hungry.
What a surprise.
It's actually lunchtime
in Paris.
So that would be
meal number three.
All conditions satisfied.
It we do this, it means
that I stop dating Richard...
and you stop dating Amber
or Turquoise...
or whatever crayon
she was named after.
So you want
an exclusive relationship...
after six hours?
Or I can just be your decorator.
It's up to you.
You can have the wildest night
of sex in your life...
or a few nice throw pillows.
Oh, God!
- What'd I do?
- Good morning, Miss Littlejohn.
What in God's good name
is going on here?
You know what?
I opened the showroom
a little bit early...
and this customer wanted to know
how well the bed performed.
So this is
the new Sealy Posturepedic?
I like it.
After one night,
you had yourself a girlfriend.
Chelsea quit her job to work
full-time decorating your house.
And she also decorated you.
She even got you
to take allergy shots...
so you could build up
a tolerance to her cat.
Meanwhile, we were shooting
our new sitcom...
Ronnie and Juliet.
Chelsea, this is my agent.
Where do you find these babes?
Hi. Marty Mark.
With a name like that,
I should be modeling underpants.
The man's show is
on the tall schedule.
- We haven't shot the pilot yet.
- Irrelevant.
I spoke to Bloomstein,
president of the network.
He said it looks terrific.
Bloomstein never says that.
He says, "Looks fantastic."
Which doesn't mean squat.
But he said, "Looks terrific,"
which is fantastic.
Ronnie, we have to stop.
Why? What?
Was I moving my tongue too fast?
I have this rule.
I can't have sex with a man
until we have three meals together.
I said that to Seth.
Get used to it.
Our men write sitcoms.
If they had original thoughts,
they'd be novelists.
They don't make any money.
Baby.
That was such a great show...
but next time you steal my lines,
I want a credit that says...
"Cute dialogue by Chelsea Turner."
It's a done deal.
- Mr. On-The-Schedule!
- Yeah.
I really like this guy.
I think that Seth
could be the one.
Are you serious?
Does he feel the same way?
Please, he's a man.
He has no idea how he's feeling.
I know your man Elvis gave
Colonel Parker a brand-new Cadillac.
I want a Jaguar
with two phones and a fax.
The show was fantastic.
No, it was terrific.
I knew you guys
had a hit in you.
I'm glad you saved it for us,
instead of wasting it on NBC.
It is so over for those guys.
Girl, it's about time.
I'm so used to you
with these...
GQ-looking, just feel like
going bare-chested...
bicycle riding through
Central Park kind of men.
And they always break my heart.
And they always will.
That is why Seth is perfect.
He's so sweet.
He makes me laugh.
Lunch tomorrow, okay?
We'll go over strategy.
Now remember, it took me three
breakups, seven ultimatums...
and God knows how many
not-so-thinly-veiled threats...
before Larry
coughed up this ring.
Okay, whatever it takes.
Just the man I want to see.
Rum and Coke, Vodka cranberry.
And it's all on this man.
Coming right up.
Hi, Tawny.
If you ever need an actress
that looks like me...
don't forget,
I look like me.
Yes, you do.
You never know when
we might need a sexy neighbor.
Gee, you think
I could play sexy?
- Yeah.
Hi, I'm Chelsea,
Seth's girlfriend.
I'm Tawny.
Your boyfriend is so cute.
I'll see you later.
Did I hear you say you act?
Why didn't she know
you had a girlfriend?
You know, you got me.
Been handing out flyers
all over town.
Just do me a favor.
Don't ever give that bimbo a part.
What if the part is for a bimbo?
Then hire another bimbo.
- I just don't like her.
- No?
Chelsea had her fish
on the hook.
Now she started
reeling you in.
Wow.
This place is fantastic.
This looks like
an actual house.
You're not Chelsea.
Where are you going, Batman?
- I hope you like dogs.
- I like anything that chases cats.
Hello. Nice to meet you too.
My God. He's so cute.
What's his name?
Say, "It ain't Tom Jones, Papa."
Elvis!
- What do you think of the house?
- It's fantastic.
You did a great job.
Reminds me a little bit
of your place.
Yeah, I do feel right at home.
You'll love what I did
to the guest room.
Surprise.
It's one of those baby rooms.
You said you wanted kids.
I'm good to go.
My God!
Thank you very much.
Man, you are the greatest woman
in the world.
- Look at you.
- Sit down, boy.
My God.
That's Viva, Las Vegas.
That's my favorite movie.
Come on, everybody
and snap your fingers now
That's it.
Come on, everybody
and clap your hands real loud
That's right.
Come on, everybody
take it really fast
And repeat after me
I love my baby
And my baby loves me
Well, there ain't nothing wrong
with the longhaired music
Like Brahms
Beethoven and Bach
But I was raised
with a guitar in my hand
- And I was born to rock
- Audience participation!
Come on, everybody
and turn your head to the left
Come on, everybody
and turn your head to the right
I do this every night.
Take a real deep breafh
and repeat after me
I love my baby
And my baby loves me
Bring it home.
Big finish.
- You know what?
- What?
I love you.
Already?
Wrong response.
It's just that
it's only been four weeks.
I knew after four minutes,
you dope.
So say it back.
It back.
Seth, you ruined it.
That could have been so romantic.
What happened to Mr. Planetarium?
Sh*t.
Honey? Crap.
Where are you going?
Are you leaving?
If you don't love me,
But I never said
that I didn't love you.
The words every woman
dreams of hearing.
It's all right. Maybe I'm
just not the girl for you.
- But maybe you are.
- Maybe. Way to commit.
Wait.
I love you.
- Do you mean it?
- I think I mean it.
It you don't know you mean it,
don't say it.
Then I mean it.
Say it again.
I love you.
Again.
Louder.
All right?
Why didn't you just say it
in the first place?
I tensed up.
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