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Yes, thanks for calling.

Bye-bye.

Sorry.

- What are you doing?

- I read your little story.

You lied to me. I'm erasing it.

- You're not erasing it. Are you erasing it?

- Son of a b*tch.

- Jessie, you're overreacting.

- Yeah?

- That's what the other reporter said.

- Don't compare us.

- I didn't mention your name.

- Do you think I care about my name?

You spoke of Emerson, baby-boomers,

and physical great awakening.

All you did was write

about people getting in each other's pants.

Everything I wrote is true!

Everything the other reporter wrote

about me was true too, but it still hurts.

It's not the truth I'm worried about,

it's the tone, and hurting and using people.

You're disgusting.

How can you be nice to somebody

like McKenzie and sh*t on Linda?

What did she ever do to you

or anybody else?

Nothing.

What's wrong with wanting to be

the best you can be?

What is so wrong

with wanting to be perfect?

What's wrong with wanting to be loved?

Nothing.

You're going to ruin her life.

Jessie!

Jessie! Jessie!

What are you doing?

Come on, Jessie, talk to me.

- Open up, Jessie. Don't do this to me.

- F*** you.

I warned you not to put her name

in that article.

Sh*t!

Okay, start stirring towards the middle.

That's it.

- Stirring.

- Just don't get carried away.

- You need a little more, honey?

- I think you're doing wonderfully.

Lauren, you've tipped it.

- How often do you do this?

- Pretty often.

- Honey.

- Yeah?

- It's Adam.

- Okay.

Stir down.

- He says it's important.

- Keep going. Keep stirring.

It looks good.

Hello? Adam? You all right?

You sound strange. Is something wrong?

This is going to take longer

than I thought.

What? You told me this morning

you were done with the damn thing.

It's called "deadline."

The best part is to eat it

while it's still smoking.

What's going on there?

We're making ice cream with

liquid nitrogen. In the morning, Adam.

You've got no more time

because there is no more time.

Right. You got your story.

"The ghost of Emerson haunts

all the clubs in the land...

"because they represent

a return to his values.

"I seem to see old Ralph Waldo

on a small stage, a kind of podium...

"almost preacher's pulpit.

But, he isn't preaching. No.

"He's leading an aerobics class

and the whole country is joining in.

"America is shaping up.

Physically, mentally, emotionally.

"In all kinds of ways.

"'Do that which is assigned thee, '

Emerson wrote in Self-Reliance...

"'and thou canst not hope too much

or dare too much."'

What is this?

Has he gone crazy?

It's not what he promised me.

This is not "Looking for Mr. Goodbody."

Mary. Get me Adam Lawrence.

What does Emerson have to do

with singles bars?

- Has he gone nuts?

- Too many sprouts.

- That's very funny.

- Too much exercise.

Out there they call it bed aerobics.

- Who's she? She looks very familiar.

- Her name is Jessie Wilson.

- She looks familiar to me, too.

- She looks familiar to me, too.

He's got a "don't disturb" until 12:00.

The car's downstairs.

I'm going to Washington.

I can't print this sh*t.

I'm gonna kill the thing.

You can't kill the story, Mark.

You're already committed.

- You can't change the cover now.

- You re-write it. You make sense of it.

Get his notes, get his research.

Frankie was there, she'll help.

I'll give it an edge.

- Adam will be very upset.

- That's his problem, isn't it?

He'll be out of town.

I'm sending him to Morocco.

You do whatever you have to do.

He's an arrogant son of a b*tch.

Hello. Yeah.

What?

When?

Hello. Yeah, just a minute.

Jessie, it's Adam.

I'm sorry. She won't talk to you.

Yeah, sure, I'll tell her. 'Bye.

He told me to tell you just to trust him.

Look what I found.

I knew she looked familiar.

Okay, now get at least ten copies.

- Do you need any money?

- No, I've got some.

Boy.

- We can place your call now, Mr. Lawrence.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

Hello.

Nous avons ouvert

la ligne avec Les Etats-Unis.

- Vous parlez maintenant.

- Oui. Merci.

Hello.

Jessie, it's Adam. I'm calling

from Morocco. Can you hear me?

I can hardly hear you.

Have you read the article yet?

You are a sphincter muscle.

Jessie.

Operator. Operator.

- Dita.

- Yes?

It's for you.

- Hello.

- Dita.

- Adam?

- Dita.

Adam, where are you?

This is a terrible connection.

- Dita, do you have a copy of the new issue?

- Yes.

- Is my story still in it?

- Yes.

- Read it.

- What?

- Read it!

- Okay.

Okay, here goes.

"Coed health clubs

are the new singles bars of the '80s."

No.

"They have actually usurped

the sounds and energy of the discos.

"The aerobic jumps and..."

I got to go. 'Bye.

- Hi, Mark.

- Merde.

Sir, when Mr. Bowles comes, tell him

that I had to go back to the States.

Tell him that it was an emergency.

May I have your attention, please?

Announcing the arrival

of Pan Am flight 22 from Tokyo.

Passengers are going through customs.

They will be on the arrival level

in one half-hour. Thank you.

God.

- Jessie Wilson, is she here?

- What?

- Jessie Wilson, is she teaching today?

- Nobody's here.

They're all over at the Beverly Hills Club

for some kind of benefit.

Hey, Lawrence.

Lawrence!

You can't go that way.

Please welcome

our Sports Connection models.

Roger of Chippendales, Little Taylor...

Eva, Myra, Sadie, Terry,

Debbie, Heidi, and David.

But no more as you can see.

You exercise better when you look better,

because you feel better.

Great colours give you energy.

- Linda, there's Adam.

- I can't believe it.

There he is, behind her. See that?

- Yeah.

- Roger, there's Adam.

- What's he doing here?

- I'm glad he's here.

- Why?

- Because I'm going to castrate him.

There he is.

These clothes are designed

to help you look your sweaty best.

Four, five, six, seven. Post now.

Here comes the cavalry. Let's go.

Jessie!

Jessie, I didn't write it.

You got to believe me, please.

Just let me explain.

Leave her alone.

Haven't you caused enough trouble?

Come on, keep it going. The side-saddle.

Let's go. Bend those knees, and breathe.

Just get out of here, Adam.

You got to let me explain to you.

I didn't write that.

- It had your name on it, Adam.

- Why would I do that to you?

Jessie, please, don't do this to me.

Just leave me alone, Adam. Leave me alone.

- Hey, Lawrence.

- Ladies, we're really sorry.

I loved your piece.

I don't forgive anyone

shitting on California.

- Yeah, he called me an airhead, too.

- Son of a b*tch.

The captain has turned on

the fasten seat belt sign.

We are experiencing some unstable air.

Please remain seated until the captain

has turned off the seat belt sign.

Is your seat belt fastened?

Please, fasten your seat belt.

'Morning, Adam.

Hi, Adam.

I thought he was in Morocco.

- What are you doing?

- You rewrote my f***ing story.

- That thing was a lousy piece of crap.

- You rewrote my story, you little sh*t.

Put that thing down.

Who gave you the right

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