My Sassy Girl Page #2
- PG-13
- Year:
- 2008
- 92 min
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- Yeah, be there at 7:13.
- Definitely not nice.
- Charles Bellow.
- Charlie.
- Hmm.
I'll take a red.
- Ah!
- Red for the lady.
And for you, sir?
- Um, I--
I think the--
I think the white.
So red, yeah.
- OK then.
- So what happened?
- Well, you, uh--
- I can't hear you.
- You were completely drunk.
You almost fell
on the subway track.
I pulled you back
at the last instant.
You called me darling,
then you passed out.
I assumed responsibility.
I carried you back to my place
on us-- on me-- on-- for you.
- I called you darling?
- Yeah.
But I seriously
doubt the rest of it.
Jordan Roark.
- Rork.
- Roark.
R-O-A-R-K, Roark.
- OK.
- What are you studying?
- Uh, business.
- Are you smart?
- Uh, maybe a little.
I don't know.
- Well, most smart
people are smart enough
not to have
to study business.
Thank you...
for not leaving me on
the subway bench, Charles.
- You're welcome.
Um, and it's--
it's Charlie, please.
Uh, am I allowed to ask you
why you were dead drunk in
the middle of the afternoon?
- Goin' through
a reckless phase.
- And wh-- by that,
you mean...
- Don't know what it means?
- No, I--
- Guess you're
really not smart!
- I know what the word means,
I'm--I'm asking you
what--what you mean.
- What do you care, Chuck?
- Charlie!
And um, I'm interested.
- Chuck. Chuck. Chuck.
Chuck, Chuck, Chuck, Chuck.
Chuck! Chuck!
- OK, um...
I'm gonna go, Jordan.
Uh, I hope that you get
through your reckless phase
and that you have
a relatively happy
and disaster-free
rest of your life.
Um, goodbye.
Uh... Uh, it's OK.
Here.
- You carry an handkerchief?
What are you, an asthmatic?
- No, I-- Where I'm from,
people carry handkerchiefs.
- Where are you from? 1850?
Is it clean?
- Yes.
- Fine.
Here.
- No, you--you can keep that.
- No, you take it.
- OK, I'll, uh...
Uh...
-...we can get them
away for a while.
- You want some?
- Yeah, thank you.
I, uh, OK.
Why did he, uh, why--
Why did he break up with you?
- Well...
I like bananas.
- You--
OK, um...
It's OK.
It's, uh... It's OK.
Uh...
Hi, um, uh, Manhattan.
Jordan Roark.
- Huh?
- No, no.
Just sleep. It's--
Uh, hi.
No, not you.
Uh, Jor--
R-O-A-R-K.
- Roark.
- That many?
OK, let's,
uh, start downtown.
- # Downtown... #
No, not here.
- No, man.
We don't know any Roarks.
- Bye now.
Have a nice night.
# Anyone #
# Anyone #
# Anyone #
- Hi. Good evening, sir.
- Good evening.
Um, do you know her?
- Yes, sir.
Were there any
other expenses, sir?
- Can I just get you to
tell me her name in case--
Just to make sure.
- Her name is
Jordan Roark, sir.
- Roark.
- Were there any
other expenses?
- Uh, no. No.
- Keep it.
very much, sir.
- Yeah.
- Sir.
- Hi, Jimmy.
How was your day?
- Ah, you know, the usual.
Held some doors, said hello.
- Is she gonna be OK?
- Yes, sir.
- Can you give her
some aspirin, some water?
Yes, sir.
- Thank you.
- Uh, anytime there, Spanky!
- Ah, yeah.
5th and 11th.
Whoa!
- We now have dealerships
in all 50 states,
including Alaska and Hawaii.
Now, of course,
we made our reputation
on big, heavy farm machinery,
but we also
have a line of mowers
that is second to none.
What?
- Oh please,
oh please, oh please...
in this room?
Damn it!
- Yes, sir.
- Mr. Bellow,
with this young lady.
- I--I don't--
I don't...
I don't think
that'll be necessary.
- Oh, Mr. Bellow,
with this young lady.
Now, if there is anything
we prize
at the Tiller King Company,
is a man with the strength
to take responsibility
for his own actions.
- Yes, sir.
- Now...
- Hi!
- Hi. What--what--
What are you doing here?
- Come play with me!
- What?
- Come play with me.
It's a beautiful day.
- No, I-- First of all,
I was in the middle of a--
- No, I--I took care of that.
- Yeah, whoa!
What did that note say?
- Nothing.
- No, what did the note say?
- It said that I just found out
that I'm pregnant
with your child.
- No, don't scream,
'because it's gonna
make it worse.
- Why-- You don't--
You-- You--
Do you have any idea
what you've done?
That's--that's--
that's the Tiller King
representative in there.
That's my future in there!
- Really?
- Yes!
- How sad!
- I can't believe that you--
- Well, fine!
But as practical matter, Chuck,
you really can't go
back in there now.
So you might as well
spend the rest of
the day with me!
- Sometimes,
you start relationships
# Here we go... #
- Come on, little Chucky!
- Anyway, that's how ours began,
the way true love
generally begins,
with drunkenness, imprisonment
and the destruction of
a lifelong dream.
OK.
- It's OK!
Faster!
- $60, $80, $100.
- Faster!
- I love this gig!
- Oh good!
I like that!
Keep going like that.
#... Counting all
the things we'd ever be #
Smile, would ya?
Whoa!
Come here.
Whoa!
Whoo!
- In her spare time,
for movies,
which she called "treatments".
Um, she would make me read them
while she watched.
- Turn the page, already!
- I-- Give me a minute!
- Aw! Parrots read
faster than you.
- OK, you know what?
I--I need to concentrate.
So...
- Hey!
Excuse me!
Hey! Don't throw your cigarette
on the ice like that!
- Why don't you
have me arrested then?
- I'd do better than that.
How 'bout that, huh?
Ow! What--
- Pick up the cigarette!
- I'm not gonna--
What's your problem?
- You're the only one here
that's smoking!
- "It's the year 2037.
"The heroine Rose
has travelled back in time
"to try advert
the Titanic disaster,
"but none of the pig-headed men
of the shipping company
"have listened to her pleas
"and the ship has sailed anyway
"and crashed into the iceberg
all over again,
"proving Rose's theory
that men never learn,
"they just keep on making
the same mistakes
"over and over again,
"but each time
in nicer... pants.
- Oh, Jack. You get on the trunk
and I'll get in the water.
- No, Rose.
I'll be fine.
I'll freeze to death.
At least you'll live.
- Oh, Jack, shut up, would you?
You're so damn dramatic.
You get on the trunk.
Stay close, darling!
- OK.
Tell the band to play on!
Women and children first!
- Aren't you cold?
- I'm fine!
Don't be
such a p*ssy, Jack.
I'm was king of the world!
- I have to say
I found the Rose/Jack
relationship a little troubling,
but I kept that to myself.
- What? What do you--
- Pick up that cigarette!
- Hang-- hang on!
- Get back here!
All I want you to do
is pick up the cigarette!
- You're a little bit nuts!
- Come here!
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