Serendipity

[Bells Jingling]

# From Coney Island|to the Sunset Strip #

# Somebody's gonna make|a happy trip tonight #

# While the moon is bright #

# He's gonna have|a bag of crazy toys #

# To give to|the girls and boys #

# So dig #

# Santa comes on big #

# He'll come a-callin'|when it snows the most #

# When all you cats|are sleepin' warm as toast #

# And you gonna flip|when old Saint Nick #

# Lays a lick|on the peppermint stick #

# He come a-flyin'|from a higher place #

# And fill the stocking|by the fireplace #

# So you'll #

# Have a yule that's cool #

- [ Baby Crying ]|- Merry Christmas.

# Yeah, from Coney Island|to the Sunset Strip #

# Somebody's gonna make|a happy trip tonight #

# While the moon is bright #

# He's gonna have|a bag of crazy toys #

# To give to|the girls and boys #

# So dig #

# Santa comes on big #

Excuse me.

# Come a-callin'|when it snows the most #

# Cats are sleepin'|warm as toast #

# And you gonna flip|when old Saint Nick #

# Lays a lick|on the peppermint stick #

- Wooh! Sorry.|- I'm sorry.

- [ Chuckles ]|- Do you want these?

- No. Please.|- You go ahead. It's the last one.

Uh, miss, do you have another pair|of these black cashmere gloves?

- Whatever's out is what we have.|- You don't have a stockroom?

- No. No. We don't have|an attic either.|- Or a basement?

Um, listen, you take 'em.|I don't need 'em.

- No, no, no.|You saw them first. I--|- Please. I insist.

- Take them. Wait a minute.|- Oh! Oh!

- Excuse me, sir. These are ours.|- Yeah?

Oh. Your gloves? How come?|They're just sort of hanging there,

sleeping with their|little price tag on.

- We were just discussing|them, all right?|- Well, I have news for you.

You can go on discussing them|long after I've paid for them.

- Calm down, all right?|- Calm down? It's five days|before Christmas.

I'm in the middle|of a New York department store.|He's asking me to calm down.

Well, these were meant to be|a very special gift for someone.

- Yeah, we put quite a lot|of thought into those.|- Isn't that right?

- Well, who were they for?|- My boyfriend.|- My girlfriend.

- Her boyfriend.|- His girlfriend.

One pair of gloves|for two people?

- This is hard to explain.|- Try.

All right.|Go ahead.

Oh. Uh, well, he is|at the present time my boyfriend.

But in 18 months--

After the operation--

- He will be--|- She will be--

My girlfriend.|Do you understand?

That didn't|really work out.

- No, but Merry Christmas anyway.|- Thank you very much.

Well, you earned these.|That was quick on your feet.

- Thanks. It was a team effort.|- Yeah, it was. It was.

- I don't know how to thank you.|- Well--

Ah, well.

# Have a yule that's cool ##

They're ready for you guys.

Thank you.

I don't know what you said|to that guy makes any sense.

- But I think we scared|the be jesus out of him.|- You were pretty fierce.

This will work, though.|This is quite a coffee.

But I'm serious about the check.|It's the least I can do.

Well, thank you, but, see,

now I have to go find|something else for my girlfriend.

- Oh, they were for your girlfriend.|- Yes, they were.

- Oh, I can't accept them then.|- Well, you have to.

Otherwise you|won't treat. Really.

Let me tell you something.|This is the ultimate blend to drink.

- Where did you find this place?|- I first came in|because of the name.

- Hmm.|- Serendipity. It's one|of my favorite words.

- It is? Why?|- Uh-huh.

'Cause it's such a nice sound for|what it means: a fortunate accident.

- Mm.|- Except I don't really|believe in accidents.

- I think fate's behind everything.|- Oh, you do?

- Yeah.|- Fate's behind everything?

- I think so.|- Everything's predestined?

- We don't have any choice at all?|- I thinkwe make our own decisions.

I just think that fate|sends us little signs,

and it's how we read the signs|that determines whether|we're happy or not.

- Little signals. Yeah.|- Yeah.

Fortunate accidents.|Lucky discoveries.|Columbus in America.

- Yeah, or Fleming|discovering penicillin.|- Penicillin.

- Fleming is his name?|- Yes.

Or "Jonathan|and the Gloves."

- I don't know that one.|- You don't know that story?

It's an old|folk tale classic.

Our hero, Jonathan, goes out|in search of black gloves.

And in a perfect act|of "serendipiocity"|or "serendipaciousness,"

he runs into a beautiful, attractive|English girl with a boyfriend.

You have a boyfriend, right?

- Yeah, I do.|- That's what I thought.

- And you have the glove lady.|- Yes, I do.

- Mm-hmm.|- It was a very nice time.

- Well, I hope you enjoy the|gloves you bought yourself.|- Oh, I'm sure I will.

I usually appreciate|my own thoughtfulness.|What do you want for Christmas?

- Golfclubs.|- Oh.

So you're gonna meet|your boyfriend now or what?

No, I think he's probably|out doing what you're doing.

Getting a crush on|someone else's girlfriend?

No, I'm sorry. I just meant to say|I had a really great time.

You know, maybe you should|give me your phone number,|you know, just in case.

- In case of what?|- You know, in case of life.

I just had a great time, and I'd|never be able to find you again.

Well, if we're meant to meet again,|then we'll meet again.

It's just not|the right time now.

Maybe we were supposed|to meet on British time|and we're five hours too early.

Come on.|I don't even know your name.|My name is Jonathan.

- Does that make you|wanna tell me something?|- Yeah, it does.

Merry Christmas, Jonathan.|And thanks.

That's it?

# I can feel my heart #

- Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry about that.|- # And it's about to burst #

# I try to clean it up #

# But I just get worse #

# Wish I could fall #

# On a night like this #

- # Into your loving arms #|- I think I left a scarf.

No. Nothing down here.|Why don't you go upstairs?

- Maybe it's still there.|- Thank you.

# I thought I saw your face #

# In the evening sky #

# On a lonesome cloud #

# That was drifting by #

# I wish I could fall #

# On a night like this #

# Into your loving arms ##

Hey.

Hey.

Let's go do something.

All right.|What you wanna do?

I don't care.

All right. Come on.

Now, promise me you're not|just visiting here for a week...

or marrying somebody|to get a green card or on parole.

None of the above. You?

No, no, no. Proud U.S. citizen.|No criminal record.

So you won't tell me|your name.

Well, tell me, uh, what do you|miss most about Mother England?

I miss my mom terribly.

If I were her,|I'd miss you too.

Okay. Favorite movie.

- The correct answer|is Cool Hand Luke.|- I've never seen it.

Oh, come on. You've never seen|Cool Hand Luke?

Paul Newman?|Oh, my God. Come on!

"Failure to communicate."|Sadistic cop in sunglasses|with no name.

Reminds me of you|in that way.

Um, favorite|New York moment.

This one's|climbing the charts.

I'm flattered.

Is there anything else|you need to know about me?

Huh.

Favorite sexual position?

Oh!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!|Yeah, yeah. That's my favorite too.

- You all right?|- Yeah.

- Did you hurt yourself?|- No. Yes.

- You did?|Let's take a look at that.|- Ouch.

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