Something's Gotta Give Page #3
I met him this afternoon.
You're Erica Barry?
- Yes.
- The playwright?
- Yes.
- What a pleasure. I'm a huge fan.
- Really?
- Huge fan.
Thank you.
Wow!
Thanks.
Thank you, doctor.
- Erica. Green tea.
- Oh! That's hot.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome. May I?
Yeah. Yeah, sure. Yeah.
This is very sweet of you.
In med school you learn what keeps
you up without making you nuts.
You know I heard you had a house
in the Hamptons.
I am a big fan. I've seen every play
you've ever written.
Some were written before your time.
There's some Marin's never seen.
No, I'm pretty sure I've seen
them all.
- I saw the last one twice.
- Julian, a walk-in may need stitches.
Okay, thanks.
I'll check on Mr. Sanborn.
If he's asleep, you might want some
shuteye. Come back in the morning.
Great to meet you, Erica. Ladies.
Okay.
Now, that's the perfect guy for you.
He's adorable!
Mother, I've never seen a man
less interested in me.
Or more interested in you.
Me?
- He's 30 years old.
- No, he's older than that.
Who cares how old he is?
I mean, he's not my type.
He's a gorgeous doctor.
He's perfect for you. He's hot for you.
- Which makes him really perfect.
- Okay, stop it.
He likes my work, not me.
I would never...
Shut up.
- Oh, God, is he all right?
- Harry!
Harry, over here.
Honey, I wanna go home.
Can you call Leo...?
Harry! You've got to get back into bed.
Woman, you saved my life.
Get a nurse. Nurse! Nurse!
I thank you from the bottom of my...
Even unconscious, he's a letch!
- Get off!
- You shouldn't be standing.
It's all right. Thank you.
I gotta take a whiz, girls.
We'll take care of that for you.
Okay, I'd like to see that.
Okay, here we go.
I'd love to see that.
Somebody better get it.
Now, what can I do you for?
I'm here to pick up Harry Sanborn.
Hi, I'm Dr. Mercer.
Come on, I'll take you to him.
And you are?
I'm Leo Hoffman,
I'm Harry's personal assistant.
Do a little chef, a little driving,
party planning...
...whatever the man needs.
- It sounds like an interesting job.
I'm going on six years
and never a dull moment.
Okay, Harry, looks like we're
gonna have to let you go.
Take it easy, kids.
I just...
...sat up a little too fast.
Doc, tell them.
Am I in good shape?
How were my tests this morning?
He's doing extremely well.
- Can I hug him?
- Absolutely.
Yeah. Okay.
Okay. Okay.
Let's not get goofy.
We got nothing but good news here.
Knock, knock.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- I'll catch you on the way out.
- Thanks.
So...
...I'm some great date, huh?
Yeah, Mr. Excitement.
Tell me something.
We haven't actually had sex yet,
have we?
No.
We haven't.
You're correct on that one.
Something to live for.
Down to the cheek.
Hold on, Tarzan, we're still moving.
Slowly.
Hey, I...
Harry, I'm sorry but I can't
let you travel quite yet.
I ain't going back in there.
I can't put you in a car
and I can't leave you in the parking lot.
I won't sue you,
if that's what you think.
I'll sign whatever you'd like.
Just let me go back to the city.
Here's my best offer.
I won't put you in the hospital
if you stay nearby a few days.
Get a nurse. Let me keep an eye on
you until we get your strength back.
Stay nearby.
Doc, where do you suggest I go?
No!
Somebody please explain to me
how I ended up babysitting this guy?
This is the best turkey sandwich
I've had in my life.
- You're not listening to me.
- I am. Don't get all pissy.
I come here for peace and quiet.
Suddenly, I'm a character
in a Kaufman and Hart play.
And the phone doesn't stop.
And it's never for me.
Sorry to interrupt.
No, that's fine, Leo. I'll take it.
- No, it's okay...
- No, no, I'll take it.
I don't mind washing them.
Okay.
How you doing?
The man doesn't know my name,
and I'm doing his dishes.
I said I'll take it back tomorrow, okay?
Great.
I'll take care of it.
Just one second. Hi, Erica?
- Where shall I put this?
- Here. I'll take it.
Harry has a bad headache.
Do you have any Tylenol?
- Tylenol...
- Extra Strength would be fantastic.
Hi, I'm Tania.
- Hi.
- Harry's second assistant.
- Dave Klein, her assistant.
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
- Thank you. Appreciate it.
"What should I do with this?"
It's an empty water glass.
What are the choices?
Okay, I'm getting out of your hair.
So you're not ready to show me
any new pages?
- Dave.
- I'm not putting any pressure on you.
- I'm just asking.
- Dad!
I didn't know you were here.
Just on my way out.
I was gonna drive back to the city with
Zoe, but I'd much rather go with you.
Actually, I have someone
to meet before I go.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You're leaving? Zoe's leaving?
The entourage is leaving?
I'm gonna be stuck with him, alone?
The hospital's sending over
a nurse in the morning.
In the morning? That's, like,
19 hours from now.
Okay, I can handle this.
I'll just get myself into a Zen place.
Play music. Cook. Write. Focus.
Thank you.
Well, four mai tais at lunch...
...is a bit much for anybody.
Hi.
Can I call you right back, doll, huh?
Thank you.
Hey.
- What's up?
- Okay, here's the thing.
I don't want to play the uptight
nurse to your bad-boy patient.
If you want another heart attack,
go ahead. I have work to do.
I don't have time to make a run...
...to the hospital because you're filling
your clogged arteries with smoke.
But more importantly...
...I'd rather not have my freshly
painted house smell like a pool hall.
Have you always been like this,
or do I bring it out in you?
Just, you know.
I don't think I've ever had
this effect on a woman before.
What effect do you think
you have on me?
I don't quite recognize it.
That's how I know
I never had it before.
So you don't sleep?
I only need about four hours a night.
Me too.
I never slept eight hours
in my life.
Me either. I wish I could.
Want me to shut these? The sun
comes in strong in the morning.
- Sure.
- So, Harry...
...who were you talking to?
A friend in L.A.
- It's only 10:
00 on the coast.- That's not past her bedtime?
So you don't get
more mellow as the hours pass?
Good night, Harry.
Can I ask you one other thing?
What's with the turtlenecks?
- It's the middle of summer.
- Seriously...
...why do you care what I wear?
- Just curious.
I like them. I've always liked them,
and I'm just a turtleneck kind of gal.
You never get hot?
- No.
- Never?
Not lately.
Finally.
Okay, okay.
Holy...!
Oh, God!
Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh, God, am I sorry.
What are you doing?!
- I was just trying to find the kitchen!
- What? Back here?
I got confused.
And it was dark and...
I didn't really see anything.
Just...
Just your tits.
And a little...
- Goodbye, Mrs. Barry.
- Goodbye?
You're leaving?
Oh, no, that's not good.
- Been fired.
- Fired? No, you just started.
Not fired, darling. Just not needed.
Not needed?
Wait, what are you talking about?
Of course she's needed. We need her.
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