The Night We Never Met Page #2

but just for a few more months.

Ah, f***.

Excuse me.

Rinse, Mr. Potesky.

I said, "Rinse," not gargle,

Mr. Potesky.

Rinse.

Hmm.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You may spit.

Would you adjust

my headrest again

on the left side here, 'cause...

Do you like my shirt?

It's very nice.

I just got it in London.

Would you... have...

Would you like to go

to London sometime?

I'm a married woman, Mr. Potesky.

Happily?

Dr. John.

Dr. John...

she won't go to London

with me, Doc.

Have a lolly.

He's all yours.

Thanks.

Can I ask you something?

When she works on me

with those rubber gloves,

that's just a standard practice

now, isn't it?

It's not...

Open.

Ahh.

I know, I know... I'm late.

It's okay.

There was a tie-up on the belt

parkway you wouldn't believe.

Oh, Aaron, it's not like the

tuna's gonna get cold.

All right, the truth...

I was at Marty's

watching the islanders,

overtime.

Look, I was with...

Pass the ketchup.

Oh, thanks.

Yeah.

Anyway, uh...

I was with Lucy, and she wanted...

That's good-looking tuna.

I lied.

There was no overtime.

No one's making a federal

case out of it.

I've got a surprise.

We're moving.

What?

To where?

To our new ranch-style

modern colonial

with wrap deck

and hallway atrium.

What?

You're joking.

No. I just went out and did it.

Marty talked me into it.

Exit 52 on the L.I.E.

Sparrow's nest

development.

Oh.

I got it.

Secret garret...

rediscovers a horizon

of color...

and form.

And I'll take half a

pound of French Chevret.

Want to try domestic?

What's the difference?

About $4 a pound.

Otherwise, the French

is a little more status.

The domestic is... it's fresher.

It's milkier.

We have some very good...

I'll take the French.

French.

Thank you.

Heathens.

Sam, pick up line 2.

Line 2, Sam. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Got to buy French cheese.

Got to buy French cheese.

Hello?

Good morning.

This is Mrs. Winkler

calling for Brian McVeigh...

Uh, who's had an unavoidable

change of scheduling

and was wondering

if you wouldn't mind

switching your monday night

for his wednesday.

Just wednesday?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, sure.

Wednesday is fine.

Oh, good.

Then it's settled.

Now, it'll be Brian on monday

and Sam wednesday.

Oh, should I send you

another chart?

No. don't be silly, Mrs. Winkler.

Bye.

Oh, yes!

Yes!

Excuse me.

Uh, excuse me.

half a pound of

St. Andr triple crme, please.

Triple crme.

Triple crme.

That is heart-attack cheese.

just take a knife to your

heart and stab it.

It's, uh... a little over.

Stupid French.

Sam.

Smoke cigarettes.

Come on, Sam.

Eat fat cheese.

It doesn't hurt them.

Nothing hurts them.

But no charge.

Sam, this isn't about cheese.

It's not about cheese,

It's too bad?

Faux pas.

Pity, sadness.

What are you...

Camus?

Is Pastel seeing someone, Sam?

No.

Yes.

Maybe.

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

Big deal.

What's the difference?

Why? What makes

you think that she is?

Well, an artist needs...

Needs to experience things.

What does that mean?

I suppose that I'm

sexually paranoid?

No, it's too late.

You're way past that.

You're on the verge

of the psychotic.

What's her problem, then?

No matter what I want from her,

she can't give it to me.

What is her problem that no matter what

I want from her, she can't give it to me.

What is her problem that no matter what

I want from her... Sam, instead of asking

maybe it would be better to ask,

"What is my problem...

that I am trying to get something from

someone who can't give it to me?"

What's your point?

My point is...

I've got a girl I want you

to meet, to date.

Oh, no.

No, I can't.

I couldn't.

You can, Sam.

You should.

It's Catha.

Come in.

I know.

I know I have been in

this building before.

It is the weirdest thing,

but I know.

I know. yes.

Yes. Yes.

Well, maybe you were.

I'm Sam.

But I wasn't, don't you see?

I wasn't...

Not in this life.

But there's an aura I...

I know.

I know, kooky, right?

No, no.

N - not at all.

My chiropractor, Tom...

he's wonderful.

He's just amazing.

And he says that maybe

it's my alignment.

Is that veal?

Not just any veal.

I don't eat veal.

I... I don't eat meat, but

I especially do not eat veal.

Do you know how they treat

veal when it's young?

Well, actually,

veal isn't an animal.

They pen it up. Lillian says that it's...

Who's Lillian?

Lillian, my nutritionalist, she says

that it's antibiotics and steroids...

All right, well,

we don't have to eat it.

All right.

I could make an omelette.

Eggs, uh, don't combine at all.

No, they don't, do they?

I combine now.

Besides, I'm...

I'm lacto-ovo.

Well, so was my sister,

except for Chinese food.

Right.

Okay.

Uh...

Kenneth tells me that you two

went to art school together.

Oh, yes.

Um, a lifetime ago.

Wine?

No.

Alcohol...

Doesn't combine, does it?

It... it breeds yeast.

"Dear Thursday...

"You can savor

my veal stew...

or you can turn this page. "

Okay.

"I'll spare you the

humiliating details,

"but last night's date

was a wash,

"which means if you don't eat

my leftovers,

"they will spoil...

"Which brings me back

to last night's date.

Enough said. "

Yeah.

"Hope you enjoy it.

Leave me the dishes.

Yours in rent control,

wednesday. "

Hmm.

Yeah!

Football...

the Giants dropped a...

# Her name came up today

# To my surprise

# My eyes watered up

# But I didn't cry

# I pictured our

good times

# And I almost

had a laugh

# I'm finally bouncin' back

# I'm finally bouncin' back,

yeah #

# Fall and winter's gone

# I've made it

through the cold #

# Shivered through some storms,

man, all night all alone #

# I didn't like that

# I can see that silver lining #

# I see it now at last

# I'm finally bouncin' back

# I'm finally bouncin' back

# I'm finally bouncin' back

You sure... you sure you

don't want some wine?

No.

No, really.

Okay.

#... To sing again

# I've got the urge

# To dance hello.

# I can see myself again

# Giving love just

one more chance #

# I've been away too long,

way off track #

# I'm finally bouncin' back

# i'm finally bouncin' back

# I'm finally bouncin' back

# I've been away too long,

way off track #

# And I'm finally

bouncin' back #

# I'm finally bouncin' back

# I've got the

urge to dance

"Dear roommate, love what

you did to the apartment.

Ellen.

P.S., food's great. "

Let me see that note.

Nah. Official.

What?

Who's it from?

The painter chick,

the one who comes on thursday.

You doing her, huh?

Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy.

You giving her the big dart, huh?

Hey, come back here.

Wiggy!

She just left a note saying

how much she likes the place.

Obviously, she's got good taste.

Obviously.

Hey, guys, check this out.

The new remote control.

Ooh!

Chuck Barber here in the studio.

While we were away,

the umpires have convened

on the field

and are meeting to discuss...

well, let's just take a look down there

and see what's going on.

It turns out the umpires

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