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a hell of a time.

If you're gonna get me anyway, I'd just

as soon it was later and not sooner.

Terrible sight, to see a beautiful body

like yours go through a meltdown.

- What?

- Tell you what.

You want to hedge your bet with me?

Make eternity a little less...

hellish?

What did you have in mind?

Did you see Rosemary's Baby?

Yeah. What? No! No!

I can't, see?

I'm expecting my periods.

I can't. I can't.

- It's straight up 8:00...

- What?

from the center ofthe known universe,

New York City.

This is Ross Brittain,

and we're locked into a pretty nice da y.

Sunshine, blue skies, so check

your body parts and let's get bus y!

Sorry I'm late.

I've called this meeting

to congratulate Amanda...

for convincing Miss Faxton...

that F&B is the best agency

to handle Faxton Cosmetics...

and to hear personally

from Miss Faxton...

what ideas she might have

to put us on the right track.

Miss Faxton?

Well, obviously, I have some ideas.

Faxton Cosmetics is the keystone

to Faxton, Inc...

and I intend to work hands-on

with the account executive.

Therefore, I expect you to give me

your most qualified, most experienced...

and most political executive.

Naturally.

Do you have someone in mind?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.

What about Dan?

- Oh, I'd be honored.

- Fine.

- Good.

- Then it's settled.

Absolutely. I understand.

Congratulations, Dan.

Thanks.

I want you on the team.

Oh, good. Why don't we

discuss it over dinner...

at Sardi's?

Unless you prefer to go someplace

a little more private.

No. Sardi's is great.

Good.

Then I can show you off.

Amanda, I located Rebecca Heckencamp

who is now Mrs. Rebecca Sanderson...

still living in Allentown.

Good. Get her.

Amanda, something's come up, and

I can't have dinner with you tonight.

Sheila Faxton wants to talk to you

about the account, huh?

Yeah. I'm really disappointed.

I was looking forward

to getting to know you better.

Next week, maybe?

Monday? Tuesday?

Look, don't push it Dan, okay?

Schmuck.

Rebecca Sanderson.

- Rebecca.

- Yes?

I'm doing a book

about the advertising business...

and the men who've been

successful in the field.

I understand that you went

to high school with Mr. Steven Brooks.

Steven Brooks? The prick

that knocked me up? I hate his guts!

Really? I'm shocked because,

you know...

that's not at all

the way he remembers it.

Well, he has a lousy memory. Ifl ever

see him again I'll rip his balls off!

And you still feel that way

after all these years?

- You bet I do. That son ofa b*tch--

- Oh, I understand. Yeah.

I just can't print it.

Getting down to the bottom

of the barrel, slick.

So it looks like Danny boy's gonna be

tied up for the weekend, huh?

Tied up is a definite possibility.

- Wanna go to Duke's?

- Sure. We'll shoot some straight pool.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Hello?

- Hello, Brenda?

- Who is this?

- I'm calling about Steven Brooks--

- Go f*** yourself.

- Hello? Brenda?

Sh*t!

Did you call your hairdresser?

Yeah, but he can't take you

until next Wednesday.

What did-- F***!

All's I want is a f***ing haircut!

- What can I do foryou?

- I'll take a ham on rye.

This is a barber shop,

not a delicatessen.

Oh. Well, then, why don't you

give me a haircut?

Laura, Higgins.

Wife still out of town?

Hey, Walt. Sorry I'm so late.

Had one of those psycho cab drivers.

What?

Oh, yeah. I had a haircut.

- Like it?

- Yeah, it's--

It's just such a surprise.

You don't have any--

What happened?

You looked so beautiful.

It took me an hour

to blow it dry every morning.

- Hi, Amanda.

- Yo, Casanova.

- What are you drinking?

- Bud.

Two Buds.

- Where'd you learn to shoot?

- Misspent youth.

I bet you could beat Steve.

I doubt it.

Hey, that's her. She's the one

I was telling you about last night.

- Her?

- Yeah.

Cut her hair.

That's more like it.

- Last night I though she was a girl.

- Hey, guys.

- Let it go, Walter.

- She hit you when you wasn't looking?

- You gotta be kidding me. Her?

- We're in the middle of a game here.

Forget about it, Walter.

Hey, Walter, you with her--

him-- whatever she is?

- Yeah. You got a problem with that?

- Looks like you got the problem.

- We should take the problem outside.

- Let's go do it.

Hey, doll face,

did somebody hurt you?

Okay. Come on, bud.

Okay. Come on, bud.

Oh, for Christ's f***ing sake,

Walter, you're really gaining weight.

How you doing there,

Mrs. Wetherspoon?

Oh,Jesus Christ.

Okay, you.

Oh, yeah.

- Okay.

- Amanda?

Yeah, Walter. It's me.

Oh, God.

Hey, cut it out, Walter.

Jesus!

Okay. Come on, bud.

I got you. I got you.

I got you now.

Okay.

Here you go.

Okay, come on, Walter.

Take off your pants.

Why, Miss Brooks,

what would your brother say?

You know you're too drunk

to get home.

- You'll have to sleep here.

- Okay.

So we'll take off your pants

and then--

Come on, Walter.

Quit fooling around now.

- Okay. I'll help.

- Get into bed.

Give me a hand here, Walter.

Come on, pretty boy. That's it.

Okay. Quit f***ing around.

- Okay, come on. Get in the bed, Walter.

- Yes, dear.

Oh, God.

- The lights are on.

- Yeah, I know the light's on.

What do you think I am? You think

I don't know when the light is on?

Schmuck.

Get your hand off my ass.

You sure?

No more hanky-panky, Walter.

No more hanky-panky.

I'm up! I'm up.

Oh, yeah.

- Hello.

- Mrs. Brofman here to see you.

What?

What the hell time is it?

It's a quarterto 10:00.

Okay. Send her up.

- Go on up.

- Thanks, Mac.

Ridiculous.

Oh, my God Alm--

Walter, where are your shorts?

When you went to bed last night

you were wearing your shorts.

- Now, when did you take them off?

- I don't recall the exact moment.

And wipe that stupid smile

off your face.

Walter, how come

you took your shorts off?

- Amanda, don't you remember?

- Remember what, Walter?

- Remember what?

- Well, we made love.

Son of a b*tch.

- Good morning.

- What's so f***ing good about it?

You're in a great mood.

What's the matter? Got your period?

I should be so f***ing lucky.

Yeah? What happened?

It's a long story.

Just give me the punch line.

I lost my virginity.

Obviously without your consent.

I passed out.

I don't remember anything.

- Who's the unlucky man?

- Hi, Margo.

Well, it's not exactly Romeo and Juliet,

but, then, I always say to each his own.

- Amanda, we gotta talk.

- I don't talk to rapists.

- Rapists?

- I was drunk, passed out.

- She loved it!

- Bullshit, Walt!

Don't you give me

that macho, self-serving crap.

I was unconscious, buddy boy.

I didn't love anything.

I was helpless.

You took advantage of me.

I have never taken advantage

of anybody in my life.

That's what all you guys say. You take

a girl out for dinner, get her drunk.

It's date rape, Walt. Read the paper.

It happens all the time.

- Well, not here last night.

- I don't believe it.

I mean, after all the years

we've been buddies, it's like--

You know, guys like you are

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