Only You Page #4

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Why don't you go down to the beach

and reserve us some chairs?

Right away, dear.

Here, look at that.

Look at that.

Room with a view.

All right, Frank, Jr.?

What?

If you tunnel out of this...

you're gonna be building sand

castles without a shovel, okay?

Okay.

Why does it have to be so sandy?

I suppose you forgot the suntan lotion.

Frank, Jr.:
Look at this!

Where are we going?

Perfect.

This is good.

Thanks.

Ahem.

Oh, sorry.

- Thank you.

- Gracias.

- Thank you.

- Si, senior.

- And thank you.

- Gracias.

- Whoa.

- Ay, ay, ay.

- Oh, my God.

- I'm in love.

Wow.

My God, you are beautiful, aren't you?

The chairs are facing the wrong way.

Which way?

- This way.

- Okay, right away.

Excuse me? Would you mind

just scooting up a little bit?

Thanks a lot. Thank you.

Okay? Perfect.

- Ah.

- Could you put my chair down for me?

Sure, absolutely.

That okay? Great.

Ah.

Would you rub some oil on me?

Sure, absolutely.

Okay.

Thanks, honey.

Okay.

- Frank?

- Huh?

Frank, Jr.'s gone.

Maybe he buried himself.

That little rat.

Frank!

Hey, lady.

Hey, you're getting sand on me!

So?

- Son...

- Frank, Jr.!

Come on. I'm very sorry.

That's okay. That's okay.

- You okay, honey?

- Yeah.

Good.

Ah.

I'm thirsty.

Okay.

Whatever you like, dear.

You stay there.

Don't come out anymore,

you understand me?

- Okay.

- All right?

Oh, yeah?

And no more shovels.

Stay right there.

Ugh, Frank.

Here's the bucket.

Psst, psst. Hey, kid.

Knock yourself out.

- Hey, bartender.

- Be right with you, sir.

Give me one of your pineapple specials.

Si, senior.

You really gotta try one

before you leave this place.

- I will, thanks.

- Yeah. Hey, name's Anthony.

- Cliff. How you doing? Nice to meet ya.

- Good.

Listen, I couldn't help but

notice your chick on the beach.

- Man, she's hot.

- Yeah, she's very pretty, isn't she?

I mean, really hot.

How'd you like to join us

for a little volleyball?

We could use another set of...

Aw, thanks. Volleyball's not really...

Uh, not, uh... it's not my game.

Come on, have one drink with the guys.

- Really, it's...

- No, I'm all set here.

Bartender, thanks a lot.

What's the problem? Would you

just have one drink with us?

No, really, I'm all set here.

Bartender, I'd like you to

line up a round for my pal...

I'm all set. Next time, okay?

Excuse me there, fellas.

- Oh, we were just leaving.

- Good.

They want to take me out for a sail.

Do you wanna come?

I'm not much of a sailor, honey.

There's not much room in the boat anyway.

Well, then everything

works out perfectly.

Bye, Cliff.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

Come on, guys.

Last one there pushes.

- Have a good time.

- I will!

Yeah, I think we're gonna need flippers.

- Sorry, sorry.

- Watch it.

- Hey, my hat's all...

- Hey, pal.

- You doofus!

- Oops, sorry.

How you doing? You out there diving, huh?

Pretty calm, no riptides? No sharks?

Huh? No sharks, huh?

- No sharks.

- Good.

Wouldn't want to have to kill

anything I wasn't gonna eat.

Well, just watch out for the kelp.

- The what?

- The kelp beds.

Oh, right. The old killer kelp.

Killer kelp, I like that.

Oh, my God. You didn't give

me mouth-to-mouth, did you?

No, I did, I did.

That's all right,

Mrs. Polansky, I've got it.

- I did.

- Oh, thank God.

Ah! Get it off me! Get it off me!

You're okay, you're okay.

Are you okay?

Here.

Oh, thank you.

I don't know how to ever repay you.

Well, the brandy was $5.75. The

mouth-to-mouth was on the house.

What were you doing out there anyway?

I was on a shoot. I'm a photographer.

I thought you were a travel agent.

No, I just took the job at Sunray

so I could shoot their brochure.

As soon as I get on my feet,

I'm gonna stop

sending people to Helsinki.

- Drink your brandy.

- I can't.

I'm still choking on kelp.

I close my eyes, I see kelp.

Well, don't close your eyes.

Think about something else.

I can't.

Oh, my God. There's Meryl Streep.

- Where?

- Right there. There's Meryl Streep.

- That's not Meryl Streep.

- I know, but it looks like her.

That's her nose.

Yeah, but look at her chin.

I mean, she looks like...

She looks like Bette Davis.

Can't use her. She's dead.

What do you mean? Why not? So what?

So, it's my game. I make up the rules.

Okay, it's Meryl Streep.

That's a quarter you owe me.

My life, I owe you.

You saved me from a kelpy death.

Well, maybe they'll name a

drink after you at the bar.

Yeah, the Clifford...

Kahlua and kelp, no ice.

Nobody saw me pull you out of the water.

If they have, they've

already forgotten it.

Hey, mister!

You the one that almost drowned?

Yeah, but I'm fine now. Thank you.

You got a license?

A license?

To be a kamikaze kelp pilot!

You think that's funny?

Look, I'm sorry about the other day.

I was a real jerk in your office.

That's all right. You got dumped.

I've been dumped before.

You seem to have bounced back

pretty quickly.

- Where is, uh...

- Amanda.

- Jesus, what time is it?

- Uh, 5:
00.

I gotta go. She's probably worried sick.

Thanks a lot again, okay? All right.

Hi, Cliff.

- Something wrong?

- Of course not.

Why would anything be wrong?

- Where have you been?

- Sailing.

Sailing for seven hours?

What did you do,

circumnavigate the globe?

What's that supposed to mean?

I thought we were spending

the day together, that's all.

I didn't know you were going off sailing

with a bunch of half-naked Sinbads.

They happen to be nice guys.

I don't care if they're

decorated war heroes,

I brought you here so that you

and me could be together.

What are you...

Who are you calling?

Flight reservations, please?

That is not necessary. Now, will

you put down the phone, please?

Hello, seniora?

Clifford, I don't like possessive guys.

It's a major turnoff.

I think I'll just go back to Chicago

before we end up hating each other.

I didn't mean to be possessive.

I'm sorry, okay? I was just worried.

That's all, honey, okay?

I'm sorry if I overreacted.

Why don't you just

put the phone down, baby?

I'm sorry, I was... it's my fault.

- Never mind.

- Attagirl.

Why don't you just go in

and get a nice dress on,

and we'll get a light bite to eat, okay?

- Okay.

- Good.

But I have to call home first.

- Do you mind?

- No, you call home.

What I mean is I need a little privacy.

I'll meet you down at the bar.

Okay, sure.

Why don't I just wait for you

right out in the hallway?

- Okay.

- Okay, bye.

I'll just be a little teeny minute.

Okay.

- Hello?

- Jeannie, hi.

- How's it going?

- Great. Oh, it's beautiful here.

- Max called.

- He called?

Yeah, he was pretty upset.

- How upset?

- Very. He never thought you'd leave.

Great.

Well, he shoulda thought about that

before he took his wife instead of me.

Get a life.

Brats.

- All ready.

- Great, I'm starving.

I don't feel like eating.

Yeah, well, I gotta eat.

I wasn't hungry at all, really.

- No hands.

- What?

- No hands.

- No hands? What do I do with them?

What is this?

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