Must Love Dogs Page #8

I thought we were gonna, | you know, row the boat.

We will. Just stay exactly here | and stay exactly you...

...and I'll be back in about 15 | to 20 seconds depending on traffic.

Just hold that thought. | Where do you live?

Of course you realize when Jake | gets here, you'll have to excuse yourself.

Bob! Bobby. No, Bob.

- You dropped these on my driveway. | - Oh, thank you.

I'm really sorry. I'm sure | that seemed pretty awkward, huh?

No, no. Routine, really.

There's nothing going on | there with me and June.

They were late from the museum, | and I made her stay for dinner.

Well, thank you for bringing these...

- You're back. | - Yeah, he... He passed out.

He couldn't tell me where he lived.

- 321 something. | - Yeah, that was all I got.

- I'm Bob, by the way. | - Oh, my manners have completely left me.

- I'm so sorry. Jake Anderson. | - How you doing?

- My brother Michael. | - Oh, sorry. Here you go.

Pleasure to meet you.

This is Bob Connor, | parent at the school.

We were just... What were we?

Sarah left stuff at my place tonight, | thought it'd be better to get it back.

I'll get out of the way.

- Talk to you tomorrow, Sarah. Okay? | - Okay.

- Nice to meet you guys. | - Pleasure.

Hey, I better get going. | Where do you want me to put him?

- Maybe I'll put him here. | - No, you don't...

We're sitting down now, buddy.

Yeah, I...

- I better get going. | - You don't have to go. You could stay. Sit.

No, no, no. Really, I should go.

Jake. Jake, please let me explain.

- You don't have to. | - I want to.

I don't have any claim on you.

We've seen each other what, | four times now? I realize that.

You won't let me explain?

Let me do it. You were lying because you | didn't want to hurt my feelings. I get it.

as rescuers...

Again, Mass goes first.

and turbulent winds of the helicopter.

dozens of times before.

how will the rookies perform?

You could do this. You could.

They hesitate at the open door.

Hey, I'm gonna head out.

- You forgot to take your headdress off. | - No, I didn't. Any plans for the holiday?

Dad's house, a thousand relatives. | How about you?

- Eric's parents are back in town. | - Now they're starting to piss me off.

- Oh, honey, if you need to cry, call me. | - Got you on speed dial.

Are we okay?

Sure. Why wouldn't we be?

I had no idea you and Bobby were...

Oh, we're nothing, June. Me and Bobby.

Well, we're not either. Me and him.

But he is one hot dad, though. | I so don't blame you for being interested.

"Interested" may be pushing it.

Well, I'm not in that picture. | I just want you to know.

I love Thanksgiving. | I'm so glad I'm not cooking.

Watch your back.

Now, before we tackle | this succulent-looking bird...

...we have some honored guests | with us today.

Marlene Swift. Dorothy Murphy.

And Dolly McCann.

Hello, Dolly.

- Hi. | - Hey.

All three at the same table.

The man has balls of steel.

We're very proud.

This was a great idea. It's the perfect | place to spend Thanksgiving.

- I'm just sorry my parents aren't here. | - Next year.

You're not afraid | that'd be too sentimental?

No. It's old family tradition.

- They have a great Sunday brunch here too. | - Did I tell you she was a teacher?

Preschool. Works with kids.

- Tiny, tiny little kids. You want kids? | - Oh, yeah. I love kids.

Want that white picket fence, | the whole deal.

She might've been the one. She's good. | She was interesting.

I caught a glimpse. Something.

You gotta stop obsessing | about the dog-park girl, Jake.

- I know. | - Move on.

I will.

This time you got written | out of Act 1. Women are devious.

Self-serving, shallow.

Not you, dear.

Okay. If Casey Donovan's no good...

"If"? What do you mean, "if"? | His mother and my mother were sisters.

- Ron Detmer? | - He's my optometrist.

He's expecting your call.

How many fingers am I holding up?

Sarah, great news. | I didn't want to get your hopes up.

But two guys in my office | just got divorced.

- So much to be thankful for. | - Start with Richie.

If that doesn't work, go with Jerry.

- Richie first. Got it. | - Yeah, definitely go with Richie.

Better watch yourself. With those girls, | cleaning is a contact sport.

He's worth it, you know, your dad. | Despite all his shenanigans.

Besides, I'm having as much fun | as he is.

Why don't I believe you?

Look, you care about someone, they're in | a lot of pain, you cut them some slack.

I just thank God | he doesn't have a bigger table.

Hello.

One raised eyebrow. | Never a good sign.

How do you remember | all their names, Dad?

Let alone birthdays | and religious affiliations?

- I have it all on a disk. That way... | - I really don't want to know.

You're in different leagues, Dad. | You and Dolly.

I think she's starting | to fall for you.

- Well, I'm sorry if... | - No, you're not.

Because being a man today means | never having to say you're sorry.

I resent how easy this all is for you.

You've got women coming and going, | cooking, cleaning.

They're probably tuning up your car | for all I know.

All that matters to you guys is the tushies | are tight and the bellies are flat.

Meanwhile, caring, interesting, | compassionate women...

...of a certain age sit home alone...

...reading Jane Austen, eating ice cream, | which makes them less likely to find...

Are we still talking about me? | Because I can't tell anymore.

No, I'm sorry, Dad. I can't either.

It's all right.

I just don't want to see Dolly get hurt.

I don't either.

But it's different for me.

I've had the love of my life.

And no one else | could ever touch that.

No one can come close.

So I'm just out there...

...passing the time.

Tap-dancing, if you want the truth.

Maybe if I dance fast enough...

...I won't remember what I've lost.

You see?

I'll be right there.

Hi, can l...?

Look who's here. It's you.

Yes, your worst nightmare.

- The single-chicken-breast lady. | - You wanna at least hear the specials?

I'm supposed to tell them to you, | that's all.

Just the chicken breast.

It's rough out there, huh? | You wanna talk about it?

You know, you're not a bartender.

Have you tried the Internet? | I mean, it really works.

- You know, I met my wife online, and she... | - Chicken. Now.

Why not?

And I've been to Italy a lot too. | I just got back from Rome...

...where I took this fabulous in-depth | tour called "As the Romans Do."

- The guide was incredible. | - I took that tour. Big fat guy, right?

Before that, Switzerland. | I got caught in a storm.

- I almost died in a blizzard once. | - I lived up in the Alps for a year.

They had to cut me out | of the snow with scissors.

My aunt had a farm. In the morning, we'd | warm ourselves with the coals of the fire.

I learned to make goat cheese. | It was very "Heidi".

Well, I just think it's wonderful how much | you care about your children, Peter. Really.

It's not always the case. | I'm a teacher, I know.

Well, it's just my daughter. She's 14.

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