Roxanne Page #9

You did.

Yeah, yeah.

All this time,

right there in front of me...

...and I couldn't even see you.

You bastard, how could you do that?

How could you trick me like that?

- I was trying to make you feel good.

- You're playing with my emotions.

I wasn't. You could've figured it out.

- So now it's my fault?

- As much as it's mine.

Signatures don't match

the handwriting on the letters.

When you're getting love letters,

you don't compare signatures.

You wanna know why?

You wanted to believe it.

You wanted it all,

all the romance and emotion...

...all wrapped up in a cute little nose

and a cute little ass.

- You even got me in bed.

- Yeah.

What about that? You went

to bed with him, first date.

You seduced me.

I would've never gone to bed...

You still went to bed with him

awfully fast.

A few frilly words

and you're counting ceiling tiles.

I don't even consider

that I went to bed with him.

Somebody was up there,

and it's for goddamn sure it wasn't me.

Well, if it wasn't you, who was it?

Chris couldn't have seduced me.

That's the very point

I was making to Dixie.

You told Dixie?

- I just mentioned...

- You bastard.

Hey.

- You son of a b*tch.

- Wait a minute.

You bastard.

How could you have lied?

- How could you?

- I wasn't lying.

I was trying to tell you

how I felt about you.

If you felt that way, you have

a lousy way of telling someone.

Just get out.

- Go on, get out.

- Wait, I am out, you get in.

- No, get out.

- Get in.

Get in, go on. Get off this porch.

- Go on, get off the porch.

- Fine.

Go on.

And don't try throwing my hat at me.

Wanna know what

the rest of the letter said?

It said, "PS, I was only kidding."

Ten more seconds and I'm leaving.

What did you say?

I said 10 more seconds

and I'm leaving.

Wait a minute,

what'd you think I said?

I thought you said

earn more sessions by sleeving.

Well, what the hell does that mean?

I don't know. That's why I came out.

Ten, nine...

...eight, seven...

...si...

- Now, what about Gillian?

- Gillian.

I told her about hot tubbing, I was...

Hey, chief,

Chris came and took all his stuff.

There's a fire somewhere.

- Fire?

- Fire?

- Get into gear.

- All right, let's go.

Come on, you guys, let's go.

This is it?

Oh, no.

- That's where I put Bossy.

- You put Bossy in there?

We got a burner, boys.

Wait.

What I want is two two-and-a-half-inch

lines from the pump to the fire.

Three one-and-a-half-inch lines

from the hydrant to the pump. Go.

If it gets to the station,

the whole town could go.

Move.

Hit it.

I want a water curtain

on both exposures.

Let's go.

- Come on, men.

- Point this way.

Go.

- All right.

- Yeah.

One, two, three.

Yeah, way to go.

All right, yeah.

- We're doing it, C.D.

- Yeah.

- Take it easy, take it easy.

- All right, here we go, here we go.

Coming, Bossy. Let's go, boys.

Hey, Bossy.

You're all real

goddamn firefighters now.

Yeah.

To all us real goddamn firefighters.

Hey, thanks to us, no one got fried.

- Yeah.

- Am I right?

We beat this fire by a nose.

Well said.

Yes.

I wanna see you.

Now a toast. A toast.

- Yes.

- Yeah.

I would like to say

that I would rather be...

...with the people of this town...

Hear.

- Than with the finest people

in the world.

- Yeah.

- Oh, that's right.

What are friends for?

So long.

I would close my eyes

and see you again and again.

Your eyes, your face...

...the way you walk.

Your style, your wit...

...and your nose, Charlie.

It doesn't quite work, does it?

I went inside, and I thought what it was

about Chris that attracted me.

It wasn't the way he looked.

Well, that's not true.

At first, it was the way he looked.

It was how he made me feel.

He made me feel romantic...

...intelligent, feminine.

But it wasn't him doing that to me.

It was you.

All these other men, Charlie,

they've got flat, featureless faces.

No character, no fire, no nose.

Charlie, you have a big nose.

You have a beautiful, great,

big flesh-and-bone nose.

I love your nose.

I love your nose, Charlie.

I love you, Charlie.

Well?

Are you kidding?

It's locked. It's locked.

Oh, thank God I have the key.

By the way, I named the comet.

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah,

good old Comet Kowalski.

No, Comet Charlie.

Oh, hey, that's nice.

Yeah, it's my dad's name.

Well, he'll be so happy.

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