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our reunion, things I've said

to people about you...

Wow! You've really

put a lot of work into this.

Yeah.

Well, it's my life.

Sort of.

Okay, and then

there's this.

Oh, hey, the, uh...

Yeah, this is the fight that we're

gonna have tomorrow night.

Um, so I sort of-

I wrote it out like a play, so...

Okay. "Look, I'm sorry, Kate,

but I can no longer accept that-"

This is me, right?

Yeah.

"I'm sorry, Kate,

but I can no longer

"accept the time and energy

you put into your work.

"There has to be

something left for me.

Every minute of every day

can't be about Mercer Advertising."

Yeah. Right.

So, you know, it doesn't have to be

verbatim, basically.

I mean, you can put it

into your own words.

Oh, oh, yeah.

I think I will.

Great. No, but as long as you

get the basic point across,

you know,

like you've had it.

I'm always at work,

my mind is always on my work.

So I thought that

would be sort of a nice touch,

if our breakup sort of reaffirmed

my commitment to the firm.

Well, yeah.

That sounds smart.

Okay, great, so I'll be at this place

called Man Ray.

It's in the phone book

if you need me,

but I really-I should just

be an hour.

Oh... thanks, Nick,

for coming down here

and doing this.

I'm really

embarrassed.

I mean, I've been babbling

for what, like, two hours now?

Oh, come on, Sam.

Don't be embarrassed.

I don't usually

react this way.

You were

kissing your fianc.

It's a perfectly normal thing

for you to be doing.

I don't know why

it had such an effect on me.

It's okay, Sam,

it's really okay.

But you know what?

I did tell him an hour-

How did he do it?

What? Do what?

Propose. I mean,

did he get down on one knee?

What did he say?

Oh...

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

Why? For what?

Well,

for the other night.

And the other...

other night.

Kate.

Yeah?

If I had

known you first...

would it have

made a difference?

Sam...

Okay. I got to

tell you something.

Okay?

It has to do with me

and, uh, Nick-

Somebody

mention my name?

Oh, my God! Hi!

Hi!

Nick-oop.

Unh-

Mmm.

That's, uh,

that's a kiss from college.

Boston University

thing. Ha!

Uh, Nick,

this is Sam Mayfair.

We work together

at Mercer.

And, uh...

This is, uh,

this is my Nick.

Wow.

Your Nick.

And you're Nick.

That's your Nick.

I may have had

a little too much to drink.

I'm her Sam.

It certainly is an honor

to have met you, Nick.

I mean, you know,

you've been the topic

of a lot of conversation

and speculation around here.

I'm very sorry that I monopolized

your fiances evening,

but I've just come to realize

that she's...

Damn it. She's just

the kind of girl

you'd like to

monopolize, you know?

Oh!

Is everything

okay in there?

Ha ha ha!

What? Is that guy-

Is he your boyfriend?

Oh, him? No.

No. He's

just a friend.

Oh.

Sleeps over

sometimes,

but he's

just a friend.

Aha.

Roger.

Mike.

Ivan.

Sure is a lot of

boyfriends in here.

Yeah. So?

Going somewhere

with that?

No. No, no, no.

Not me.

Just, uh, your life's

a real page-turner. That's all.

Mmm.

Oh! There's something

I forgot to ask you.

How come there's nothing in the book

about your father?

Well... nothing

really to talk about.

I mean, he and my mother

split when I was 7,

and I didn't see him again

for 10 years and then, uh...

and then he passed away.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

I mean...

I really barely

remember the guy.

He had a pair

of plaid pajamas.

Ohh...

Oh, and I remember, um,

one night after work...

He took me to

the department store,

just-just him and me,

and, um, he bought me

my first watch.

It was one of those Cinderella watches,

you know, um...

Do you know what

I'm talking about?

Mm-hmm.

And, um, I remember

thinking to myself,

this is really special.

If I'd known

he was going to leave,

I would have taken a little better

care of the thing, you know...

hung on to it.

Huh. It's weird,

the things you remember.

Okay, my birthday?

April 3, 1968.

Okay, you can leave

out the year.

First job?

You were

a junior copywriter,

but you were promoted

to full copywriter in 5 short months.

Career ambition?

Total world domination.

Do you want to get some breakfast?

No. There's no time.

Can I ask

you something?

Yeah.

Don't you, uh, don't you

need to learn about me?

What do you mean?

Well, you know, I'm really

boning up here about you.

I mean, don't you think you should

learn a little about me?

Yeah, but, Nick, you're forgetting.

This isn't about you.

I mean,

not the real you.

This is about

the you that I made up.

Oh, you know what

I need to learn?

What?

How do you take

your coffee?

Light, Sweet 'N Low.

Why?

Well, you know, that's just stuff

I should know cold at dinnertime.

When people are involved,

they know that stuff.

Oh, right.

No, you're right.

You got

a favorite drink?

I mean, 'cause I don't want to

have to ask in front of everybody.

Dirty Martini.

Okay.

Well, what about you?

What about me?

I mean, I think I should at least

know how you take your coffee.

Well, I'm confused.

You don't know?

I mean, didn't

you make me up?

All right.

Black, one sugar.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Okay, first dates

for 20.

Monet exhibit, Museum of Modern Art,

September 1995.

Pets for 40.

She had this cat

named Jerry till she was 15.

I didn't know her then, but I keep

threatening to get her a new cat.

Mm-hmm. Final Jeopardy.

Personal imperfections.

She has the cutest

little appendix scar,

and of course there's

her birthmark that-

Oh, honey, I wasn't supposed to

mention that. I'm sorry.

All right.

Then there's her glass eye

and her artificial hip

and her wooden leg.

Good evening.

Hi.

Want a seat?

Sure. Go ahead.

Mr. Mercer:

I mean, as I sit here,

the thing I see when I

look at the two of you,

the thing that moves me

is your unconditional love.

Hear, hear.

Thank you.

That means so much to us,

especially coming from you.

I mean, you're married,

and you really know.

Yeah.

Except for you, Darcy.

You've only been married 5 years.

Well, that's

only dog-ears.

But the Mercers and the Davenports

that really, um...

Well, actually, Elizabeth and I

have been married,

what, honey, 4 years?

4 years. Second marriage

for both of us.

I'm cuter than his ex-wife, though.

Ha ha!

Second one

for me, too,

but you only get married

for the second time once.

Mrs. Mercer:

Jackie...

Ohh...

My third.

Wow. Then you guys really know

what you're talking about.

Yeah.

Mrs. Mercer:
We do.

Ha ha ha.

So, Nick, tell me

about videos.

Well, uh, what

would you like to know?

Well, um, how did you

get into that line of work?

I mean, I watch

them all the time.

A lot of smoke, a lot

of half-naked girls.

Well, it seems like a decent way

to make a living.

Huh. Really?

Those aren't really

the kind of videos I do.

Oh, I don't understand.

They all seem pretty much the same.

What-What kind

do you do?

I videotape weddings.

Oh. Well, that-

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