The Whole Ten Yards Page #2

- I gotta go, I'll talk to you later.

Yeah?

- So that's the one we're after?

- Yes.

Cost me 1 0,000 to get,

you know, the dental work.

- To find out if it's him.

- Did you save receipts?

- No. What receipts?

- I'm kidding.

Nobody saves receipts anymore.

Don't worry. That's why it's funny.

It's funny. All right, so you go in

and you grab him.

- Yes.

- You go in...

And I...

And grab him.

- What do you do?

- I go in and I grab him.

Piece of pie.

- No, it's ''cake.''

- What did I say?

- Pie.

- And you said?

- Cake. No, it's pie.

- Piece of pie.

Cake.

Mr. White, how's that implant

treating you?

Okay.

So how are you? How you doing?

You're looking topnotch. Very stellar.

That's a nice sweater.

A burnt orange or--?

Hey, Dr. Oseransky,

your wife's on line one.

- Is she upset?

- You know what...

...I can't tell whether she's

laughing or crying.

I think she might be laughing.

- Okay, well, put her through, okay, Julie?

- Okay.

Here we go. A little nitrous for you.

Now, don't take this off

until I tell you.

You may enjoy that.

- Hi, honey, what's up?

- Got some news.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. We're pregnant.

What? We're pregnant!

What? When?

- Probably when you were on top of me.

- Or when you were on top of me.

- Doctor.

- Mrs. Himelfarb.

- Don't forget to floss.

- God, Oz, I love you so much.

Oh, I love you too. So you're not angry?

About me being pregnant?

No, about me almost shooting

a scout this morning.

Mrs. Havacamp.

- Forget that. I wanna see you.

- Oh, I wanna see you too.

I gotta go. So I'll meet you at your

favorite place. Okay, I love you.

Mr. White.

I'm so sorry.

I'm gonna bring somebody in

to do that for me. Okay?

He's not breathing. Call whoever deals with

that. I'm going to lunch with Cynthia.

Call 91 -- Hold on, please.

Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

This can't be good.

- It really is perfect now, isn't it?

- Yes.

- There's so much planning.

- I know.

So many things to buy.

We gotta get a crib, clothes.

- We have to redecorate the guest bedroom.

- I'll finally get to build that moat.

- What?

- Oh, no worries.

I've already checked with zoning.

Are you kidding? We're not building

a fricking moat in our yard.

This will go all around the perimeter.

- Oz, no. Don't ruin this moment.

- I'm not--

We're having a baby. Not now.

I mean, we're fighting now...

...but then we're gonna have a baby.

- Honey, I'm just trying to--

- Drive me insane.

Look, I don't wanna raise a child in an

environment of complete and total fear.

Fear? Who's talking about fear?

We're talking about a moat.

Just think of it as a

little, round swimming pool.

- You're afraid of everything, Oz.

- That is so not true.

- Thinking about me?

- Off and on. Yeah.

See the paper? Well?

- I'm a little nervous about this.

- There's nothing to be nervous about.

- What, is he driving you nuts again?

- Yes.

Sounds like you could use

a break. A little...

- Cahooting?

- I seem to remember...

...you were always good at cahooting.

I remember a time when your

middle name was danger.

Oh, Jimmy.

- Cynthia.

- I hate lying to Oz like this.

Oz can't know anything

about this. Are we clear?

We're clear. Does Jill suspect anything?

- Jill thinks I'm losing my mind.

- She's probably right.

- You still got the numbers, right?

- Of course.

- God.

- What?

You still sound so sexy on the phone.

- Listen, one more thing.

- Yeah?

What are you wearing?

It's not important.

All right, I gotta go.

- Game time.

- Good luck.

You're on.

''Honey, I'm sorry.''

''Honey, I'm sorry.''

Honey. I'm so sorry.

It's the idiot from under the table.

Honey?

Honey.

She not here.

Oh, my God.

Mr. White, what are you doing here?

If this is about the nitrous oxide

I gave you, I'm sorry.

Dentist, sit down.

Where-- Where is my wife?

Your wife...

...is in a safe--

- My wife's in a safe?

Place. Safe place.

Let me finish a sentence.

I talk, you talk, I talk.

- That's how we should have a conversation.

- Okay, yes, good. Whatever you say.

How safe and for how long

is entirely up to you.

Would it be out of line

if I asked at this juncture...

...who you are and what

you're doing in my home?

I'm...

...flabbergasted.

- I'm sorry--

- Chagrined.

That you don't see the similarity

in the facial structure.

- And you guys just understand all of this?

- Do you remember Janni Gogolak?

Do you or don't you?

- What?

- Remember Janni!

- Yes, I remember Janni.

- Janni...

...was my son.

Oh, no, no. No, no, I know

what you're thinking.

- Yes, you do?

- I think I do.

You're like the Amazing Kreskin.

Well, you know all this, where it's going?

No, no, no, no. I just think...

I think that you think I killed

your son. I did not kill your son.

- Jimmy Tudeski killed your son.

- You know, I collect these.

- Really?

- Nope.

- Where is Jimmy?

- Jimmy's dead.

- Jimmy's dead. They're both dead.

- I'm bored.

Strabo, put one in his head.

Maybe that will help him remember.

- Papa...

- If he puts one in my head...

...how will I remember?

- Shut up!

- I'll try that.

- Where's Jimmy? I know he's alive!

Mr. Gogolak, I don't know where Jimmy is.

Please. As far as I know, he's dead.

- Strabo.

- Strabo. Don't, Mr. White. Strabo!

Enough! Enough!

Are you kidding me? That's loud!

Come on, he's getting away.

Stop, stop. Why are you

shooting in a neighborhood like this?

Let everybody know we're here.

Go next door, show them the weapon.

- What are we gonna do, Papa?

- Relax.

The dentist will lead us to the rat.

It'll be maybe five more minutes.

One second.

Dr. Oseranksy's office.

- Julie, it's Oz!

- Hey, doc. You sound frazzled.

- Are you all right?

- I am frazzled.

Just cancel my appointments for the week.

- You know how many people are here?

- Just cancel them!

- Okay, fine.

- Okay.

I got you.

- That was good one.

- Yeah, yeah.

Yermo, Zevo.

We're driving to Mexico in 1 0 minutes.

Stop drinking or you'll get an IUD.

Cynthia, you have something to eat?

Nice of you to take interest in my health.

- Cynthia, take one. Eat.

- Thank you, Anya.

Mother, Mother, please, please. No.

Not now. It's nice.

- It's tough to eat with all the gas.

- I made it for her.

All right.

She's 1 08.

I love her.

- Let's get Jimmy! Bring around the car.

- I can't believe you think Jimmy's still alive.

You remember how his body was

identified? I do. Dental records.

- So?

- Sit down.

Your husband just happens

to be a dentist.

He and Jimmy are buddy- buddy.

- What's your point?

- Do the math!

Jimmy is still alive and

your husband, again, with him.

- How do you know where my husband is?

- That was simple.

- ''LuJack.''

- LuJack?

- In the Porsche.

- No, Papa.

It's... You say ''LoJack.''

See? LoJack.

- I didn't quite hear.

- Oh, LoJack.

Don't correct me.

Don't ever correct me!

You like getting hit?

You're a freak who enjoys pain?

- Of course not.

- Watch the broad!

Do you know how this works?

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