Nice Guy Johnny Page #6

- I just don't see why

I need to be making $50,000 right now.

Between the two of us,

we're doing okay.

- No, we are not doing okay, Johnny.

My father pays for our rent;

that is not okay.

Besides,

I don't wanna be okay in my life.

- Why are you in such a hurry?

Why do you wanna be

so much like your parents?

- Because my parents

have a wonderful life

with a big apartment

that has plenty of room for children

and that's what I want!

And that's what you told me

you wanted as well.

- I do. I do eventually.

I just don't see why that means

I have to give up my dream.

- Your dream? To be what?

- To be a sportscaster, babe,

you know that. And to be honest,

I don't think it's such a long shot.

I'm already on the radio.

- Yeah, barely, Johnny.

Not to mention how embarrassing

this will be for my father.

- He'll get over it.

- Okay, well, you know what?

You are gonna let him know

you're reneging on a promise,

'cause I am not making that phone call.

You are making that phone call!

In fact, no. You know what?

You're gonna do it like a man!

Face to face.

- Look...

... I haven't made my mind up.

Okay?

Nothing's set in stone. I'm just...

thinking out loud.

- Well, you better make up your mind

before tomorrow night.

Oh, cool, now I'm late for my party

and I'm in a shitty mood. Thanks a lot!

- Babe.

- Wow.

Okay, please tell me

the coast is clear,

because you look... phenomenal.

- Thanks.

But did you forget something?

- No, I... don't think so.

- You show up to a date empty-handed?

No wine, no flowers, no chocolates.

I mean, Terry, come on,

where's the chivalry?

- I'm kinda shocked that I forgot,

because I have something...

pretty special.

It's just in the car.

Give me one second.

I'll be right back.

- Should I be scared or excited?

- No, I think you're...

really gonna like this. It's...

Granted, it's a little unorthodox, okay?

But I have a friend

who owns this little boutique

downtown,

and he swears to me

this is a pretty hot commodity.

So... take a look,

tell me if you like it.

- Wow! Very impressive.

- A little better

than a bottle of Cabernet, right?

Yes, a little better!

Please, come in.

Oh my darling

- How are ya?

Love to call you mine

Oh my darling

Now that you've arrived

there's so much I'd like to show you

Gonna know you

- Hey.

For the rest of my life

- Hey. I knew you'd show up.

- How ya doin? Ah...

What's going on?

Friends of yours?

- Ah, they just met.

- So... how you doin'?

- I'm doing great,

but not as well as Maggie over there.

Jesus, Mags, get a room!

- Were you guys watching us?

- Kinda hard not to.

- Sorry. I thought everybody had left.

- No...

Still here. Just watching the show.

Hey, this is my friend Johnny

I was telling you about.

- Hi.

- Hi, Johnny.

You're the DJ, right?

- Uh, yeah. I do like a talk-radio show.

- All right, babe, I'm outta here.

- Oh.

Sorry. I'm gonna go. Are you cool?

- Yeah. I'm with Johnny.

Who is much more well-endowed

than that dude!

- Whip it out right here.

- Yeah!

Come on, bro! Whip it out!

- So the party kind of broke up

a little early, huh?

- I dunno.

Depends on how you look at it.

Maybe now that you're here,

the party just got started.

Oh, sh*t!

- You okay?

- Yeah. Maggie!

Hey, Maggie!

You got my keys!

Leave them on the mat.

- Oh, careful.

That was a close one, huh?

- Can I tell you something?

- Yeah. What's up?

- It's really more like a confession.

Does that make you nervous?

- Nervous? No. Doesn't make me nervous.

Do I look nervous?

- You kinda look nervous.

- I'm not nervous.

No. There's just some smoke

blowing in my eyes a little bit.

- I...

... have never been in love.

Is that weird?

- No, I don't think that's weird.

- I was close. I was really close.

With that jerk I was telling you about.

- Mm.

- He was so romantic.

Get this. He told me...

... that I was the queen

of all his dreams.

Can you believe I bought that?

- Yeah... and he stole that

from a Led Zeppelin song.

Sorry.

- She really loves you?

- I hope so, we're getting married soon.

- Man, if she really loves you,

why is she making you take

that stupid-ass cardboard job

when even I can tell you don't want it?

- You know, I've been struggling

with that question all weekend.

But you'd be happy to know that...

... I called her and I let her know

that I'm thinking

about not taking the job.

- Hey! Good for you!

- Thank you. Thanks.

No, no, no. No, this is...

This isn't a good idea.

- Yeah, but what if it was just, um...

... a sweet...

little, innocent kiss?

- You're drunk.

- I know.

And I'm stoned, too.

- She's stoned, too.

Mm. Mm-mm.

Mm-mm. No, no, no, no, no, no.

This is bad.

Look, Brooke, I like you.

You're so pretty and I would want

nothing more than to...

kiss you... right now,

but I'm engaged.

I can't do this.

I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go.

- What, and leave me here all alone?

- Where are all your friends?

- Everybody's gone.

Everybody except you.

- How are you gonna get home?

- I could sleep on the beach.

Have you ever slept on the beach?

- Not really

a sleep-on-the-beach kinda guy.

- You could be.

- Look, how about I drive you home

in your car, okay?

Then I'd drop you off and return it

in the morning. Is that okay?

- You would do that?

- Yeah, of course.

- Hey, Johnny?

- Yeah?

- You really are a nice guy.

- I try. Let's go.

Come on, huh?

- Hey, I'm cold.

- Here.

Let's go. Let's get you home, huh?

Careful...

Somehow I don't really know.

No, it's okay, let it go. It's fine.

We're gonna pick it up in a second.

Let's get you to the car, huh?

- All right, that sounds good.

Do you wanna sing a song with me?

- Maybe later, huh?

- Maybe in the car?

- Yeah, yeah. We'll sing one right now.

We'll sing a song. Okay, watch yourself.

- Okay, okay.

- Big step!

- Oh...

- Oh...!

Okay, hang out right here.

There we go.

Okay...

Your chariot.

- Who says chivalry is dead?

- Okay, okay... Okay.

There we go.

One foot... two foot. Perfect.

Be right back.

I'm gonna grab the rest.

- Yeah, I'm just gonna

close my eyes for a second.

- All right, I'll be right back.

Okay... This is everything you had,

right? This is all your stuff?

Brooke.

Hey, Brooke.

Brooke! I don't know where you live!

I don't know where to take you.

Perfect.

Sh*t.

- Where are we?

- My uncle's place.

You passed out,

so I didn't know where to take you.

I can still take you home, though.

- No, no, no, it'll be fine.

- So look...

I'm gonna take you to my room.

Okay, you can stay there?

- Um... okay.

- No, I'll stay on the couch.

- Got it.

- All right.

Why...

Do I apologize

For everything

from what I say to what I sing

And why...

Good night.

Have all my friends

Become my enemies

Do they see some other side of me

Do you say you've got one too

Perhaps I can relate to you

And everything you're going through

- I think you should call him back

and apologize.

- No, I'm not gonna call him back

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