The Goodbye Girl Page #10

Lucy, what is it?

At least we didn't get a letter this time.

Sending that stuff out to the laundry,

I hope.

I got a picture, Paula!

- What?

- I got a picture, I got a movie.

Sh*t.

Terrific picture. Oliver Frey is directing.

I've got to be on location

in Seattle tomorrow morning.

Seattle, Washington.

I know where it is. Far away.

Who cares? I'm not walkin'.

They left a first-class air ticket

at the airport for me.

Four weeks' work, $2,000 a week.

It's freaking Oliver Frey!

I forgot to ask what the part was.

That's wonderful.

I'm not making any comparisons...

...but whoever heard of Al Pacino

before The Godfather?

I couldn't be happier for you.

Jesus, I am so scared.

I spend 20 years building up my ego

and when I really need it...

...it locks itself in the john.

It'll come back to you, trust me.

What's wrong?

Come on, it's only four weeks.

That's one week less than five.

I know.

You don't know.

You think you're going

to get dumped on again, don't you?

If you say you'll be back,

why not believe you?

If I were you and I saw an actor packing,

I wouldn't believe him either.

You need any help?

I see you took everything.

They said it was going to be

really freezing up there...

...take all my warm clothing.

You know that I would take you if I could.

But it's rough country up there.

It's up in the mountains. There are wolves.

I don't mean in the movie either.

I mean real, hungry wolves.

I always got along fine with wolves.

Honey, I thought you'd be excited.

Jumpin' up and down.

It's what I've worked for my whole life.

Isn't that what a mature relationship

is about? I root for you, you root for me.

It's my third time up as cheerleader!

Okay, I get the point.

Forget it, I'm not going!

It's not worth it!

Not if it means I got to put you through

four weeks of hell...

...wondering whether I'm coming back.

Forget it! I won't go!

It's just a job, right?

Hell with it!

If I got this job I can get another job.

I'm lettin' it go! Okay?

The hell I'm not gonna go! That's crazy!

That's a dumb, stupid thing to do

because you don't trust me.

You have to trust me. Do you trust me?

I'll plan my days around it.

Goddamn them to hell! I hate those guys

that walked out of here.

I hate them.

I'm the only one that's comin' back

and I'm gettin' all the blame.

No, you go, Elliot. I want you to go.

If you come back, fine.

I'll be here putting up my wallpaper.

And if not, that's okay, too.

I'll miss you...

...but I'll survive.

'Cause I've grown up

these last couple of months.

Look at me. I'm all grown up.

It was better than spending a summer at camp.

I never felt better or stronger in my life.

Someone is walking out that door

and I'm not crumbling into a million pieces.

Jesus, it really does feel good.

Goodbye, Elliot.

You make a nice movie.

Have a wonderful career.

If you're ever up for an Academy Award...

...I promise you I'll keep

my fingers crossed for you.

What is it about you that makes a man

with 147 I.Q., feel like a dribbling idiot?

I don't know, but whatever it is,

I thank God for it.

You're welcome, God.

Interesting lesson I'm learning.

Really interesting.

It could be that falling in love

and becoming successful...

...is probably the worst thing

that could ever happen to a guy.

If my plane crashes in the storm,

I'm coming back here, Paula.

I mean it!

I'll be dragging chains around

this apartment when you're 90 years old.

So long, kid.

I'll see you, kid.

I can't sleep.

Give it five minutes, you just got into bed.

I can predict the future.

How about predicting mine?

I can hear the phone ringing in your life.

Hello?

Get dressed.

What?

Get dressed, you're coming with me.

What? Where are you?

On the corner, in my old leaky phone booth.

The plane had engine trouble.

We're delayed two hours.

I cashed in first-class for two economys.

- What do I do about Lucy?

- Don't worry about Lucy.

Call Donna.

She can stay with her until we get back.

Come on, Paula, the cab is ticking away

your new bedroom set.

I thought I couldn't come with you.

I'll tell them you're my analyst.

Actors are known to be very high strung.

And you really want me to come?

You sure love a love scene, don't you?

Yeah, I want you to come.

Then it's okay, I don't have to.

Just as long as you asked.

Paula, don't play games with me.

My socks are underwater.

No, you have enough work to do

without worrying about me...

...and besides, I have a lot of work to do.

I am going to be spending your money

on our apartment.

And I am nuts about you!

I hope I'm callin' the right number.

Will you do me a favor?

Anything, my angel.

Will you have my guitar re-strung?

- He left his guitar!

- He is coming back!

I never doubted it for a minute.

Wait. Oh, my God.

Wait!

I have it, sweetheart!

Have a safe trip.

I love you!

Never mind that. You're rusting my guitar!

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