Serendipity Page #3

- Come in for one drink.|- He doesn't want to come.|He doesn't have to come.

- I'll see you in about 20 hours.|- Bye-bye, dear.

- I love you, son.|- Night-night.

- George.|- Take care.

You okay?

- You better be up later.|- Yeah, why?

- Because I'm gonna come home|and get undressed...|- Uh-huh?

- and climb into bed,|- Uh-huh?

act like we just got|over a terrible fight.

See you later now.

Reading is good for you.|Knowledge.

Reading?

- Hold on, hold on. Listen, listen.|- I read it a long time ago.

- I'll throw in the screenplay to|The Bridges of Madison County.|- I saw the movie. It was great.

Okay, and--

And nothing. I mean--|I mean, I did nothing.

I-- I just let her|walk out of the party|and I didn't say anything to her.

And now she's gone forever.

I mean,|she was my soul mate.

Kenny, I honestly|think it's dangerous|to use the term "soul mate."

It implies there's|some magical element|that we have no control over,

like fate or destiny.

I think holding on to beliefs like|that stops us doing the real work.

And the fact is,|if your therapy stays on track,

I think you'll find there|are many, many people out there|you could easily be happy with.

You truly believe|all that, Sara?

Yeah. I really do.

- There you go.|- Thanks.

# From the very first time|I rest my eyes on you, boy #

# My heart said|follow through #

# But I know now that|I'm way down on your line #

# But the waiting|feeling's fine #

# You see #

# I don't wanna wait|in vain for your love #

# I don't wanna wait|in vain for your love #

# I don't wanna wait|in vain for your love #

# 'Cause summer is here #

- # And I'm still waiting there #|- # Summer is here #

- # Winter is here #|- # Winter is here #

# I'm still waiting there #

# Like I said #

# It's been three years since|I'm knocking on your door #

# And I still can knock|some more #

# Ooh, boy Ooh, boy #

# Is it crazy|Look, I wanna know now #

# For I to knock|some more, you see #

# In life I know ##

[Man]|You got to say yes, first.

Yes.

- Wait a second.|- Ow!

- Let me-- Ow! Ow! Ow!|- I got it. I got it.

- Ow, ow. Ow!|- I got it.

Okay, you're not gonna|read into this, right, Sara?

- I mean, it's just|an accident, nothing more.|- No.

God. We'll|get it refitted.

It's beautiful.|I love it.

You-You get changed.|I'm gonna call Ryan,|tell him you said yes.

- Why? Was he worried?|- Not about you. About the tour.

He's hoping to fit the honeymoon|into the schedule.

How does Bora Bora sound?

Very... sexy-sexy?

# I don't wanna wait|in vain for your love #

# I don't wanna wait|in vain for your love ##

[Man] Now, if you're a golfer|on a one-hour lunch break,

you'd use that time up|just getting to the nearest|course out of Manhattan.

All this was|a long overdue solution.

Formerly a dilapidated pier|and converted just five years ago,

the range offers the inhabitants|of this concrete jungle...

the chance to keep|their drives straight,|their short games accurate...

and most of all, brings the joys|and frustrations of golf...

back to city folk.

This is Nick Roberts,|ESPN News, New York City.

Superb, Nick.|We got it. Thank you.

- Artie, I gotta run, okay?|- What about the B-roll shot?

Paging Sara Lawson.|Paging Sara Lawson.

- Please come to the frontdesk.|- Could you come back and get|the B-roll on Friday?

- Yeah. Whatever you say, boss.|- Thank you, sir.

- I'm Sara Lawson. Hi.|Sorry I'm late.|- How are you?

You're down|at position number two.

[Sara] Oh, right. Bad golfers|all the way down there, right?

Dude, take off.|We got it.

Well, hello,|Mr. Marrying Man.

- Hi. Uh, where's Lauren?|- Oh, Lauren took the day off.

My name is Sara|and I'm gonna cut your hair today.

You know what?

I'm not thrilled with having|that "just cut hair" look|for my own wedding, so--

- I'll just take a little bit off.|- I gotta live with these pictures|the rest of my life.

- Just a little bit.|- Please, you know, uh--

# It's you #

# And me forever #

# Sara, smile #|Whoo!

# Won't you smile|a while for me #

Forget Charles Street.|Take me to the New York Times|building on 42nd, please.

- Mm-hmm.|- # Sara ##

- [ Horns Honking ]|- Whoo!

[Jonathan] I'm telling you,|I keep running into her.

I keep finding it.|It keeps happening.|She was at the golfrange.

She's a big girl now with big hips.|All right?

Then I gotta leave|'cause Sara's gonna cut my hair,

And the guy in the taxi,|he's serenading me, "Sara."

I'm telling you, the universe|keeps revealing her to me,

- screwing with my head.|- You're getting married|in three days.

- That's my point.|- It's entirely duplicitous.

Think about it. Why would you risk|your relationship with Halley...

- just to search|for some pipe dream?|- Just hear me out, man.

I'm sure that|I love Halley, all right?

And maybe every time|you fall in love with somebody,

it's a completely|different experience.

So it's a mistake to compare them.|I get it, but--

All right.

It's like Halley is|The Godfather, Partll.

She's what?

Godfather, Partll.|That was an incredible movie.

Might be better than the original.|All right?

But no matter how much you love|The Godfather, Partll,

you still have|to see the original...

to understand and appreciate|the sequel, don'tya?

Come on. Is it too much to ask from|my oldest friend to help me out?

- You've already got|the fairy-tale marriage.|- I'm the best man.

You work in the biggest|newspaper in the world.|Help me find her.

Let me tell you something.|Contrary to popular New York myth,

the Times|is not omniscient.

I need a last name.|I need a social security number.

- If we find the book--|- It-It-It's a dead end.|You know that.

- Unless we search every|book store in New York.|- You did that.

- Years ago. Do you remember?|- Maybe I missed a store.

- Maybe somebody bought it|and sold it back.|- You know what?

I don't want any part of this.|All right?

[Jonathan]|Maybe I am just getting cold feet.

I'm telling you right now,|British women do not age well.

You know, I mean, years ago,|yes, she was a luscious treat.

You know, she probably looked like,|you know, Baby Spice.

But now|she could look like--

Old Spice.

- It's a great haircut.|- Oh. Thanks.

- Tell me you love me.|- I love you.

- Tell me something romantic.|- Like what?

I don't know. Like...

how I'm the only girl in the|entire universe meant for you.

[Beeping]

Oh, my God, the dinner!

By the way, I emptied your closet.|We gotta pack for the honeymoon.

-[Beeping Continues]|- God, I hate this building.

Shut up!

Don't hit it with the thing.

- [Beeping Continues]|- Jon!|- What?

I'm gonna go yell|at the super.

[Halley] I don't understand|why this is going off.

- You said last week|it would be fine.|- Hey, Jon.

This place looks like|a disaster area.

- Thanks, Gerald.|- Gerald, it's in here.

I gotta get going.|Coming!

Come on! I wanna see!|I wanna see!

I thought you wanted|a round-cut diamond.

- Why? When did I say that?|- I'm not exactly sure.

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