To Die For Page #5

and you've got this blubber...

these b*obs out to here.

It's just so gross.

Careful!

- Excuse me.

- Nice.

You having a good time?

Well, I want to get out of the sun.

I have to go prepare my show.

I sure would like to have

a couple of them. What do you think?

What do you think?

I think if you wanted a baby-sitter

you should've married Mary Poppins.

Hi, Ed. Wake up, George.

Let's hit it.

Hi, everybody.

This is Suzanne Stone with your

late-nlght sign-off weather report...

from the WWEN Weather Center.

I don't think I need to tell you

that today was a hot one.

That old mercury

zoomed on up to 91.

That's a record-breaking temperature

for this day.

Tomorrow promises to be

more of the same...

with relevant numbers

up in the 90's...

humidity to match...

and maybe just a hint

of a breeze or two.

Won't be much help with this heat,

the kind of heat...

that makes me want to head for that

swimming hole with my friend James...

strip off everything,

including my panties...

which you can see

right fhrough anyway...

and poke my soft, pink tongue

in his mouth...

and slide my hand way up

the inside of his leg...

until he's so hot

that he rolls over on top of me...

and I'm yelling, 'James,'

his name.

What are you doing to me...

with your big, fat, hard--

Oh, Jesus.

Listen to me, Larry.

So she finishes

her little docudrama...

whatever the f*** it is.

She sends it off to someone in New York,

and while she's waiting for an answer...

you should, forgive the expression,

knock her up.

Knock her up and then-- Whoa!

Los Angeles? What does Los Angeles

got to do with it?

A course in what?

Advanced media?

Advanced bullshit!

Look, I'm sorry.

You're my brother.

I know you love her

and want her to succeed...

but sometimes, man,

you just gotta say no.

What do you mean, how?

N-O, that's how.

Comes to the right of the key,

throws up a hook shot.

It's good!

The score is again tied

here in the first half at the Palace.

With the ball--

Yeah?

What are you doin'?

Just sitting here,

waiting for you.

I asked you to please keep your feet

off the coffee table.

- We got to talk about some things.

- What kind of things?

I think you know.

No, I don't.

Can't this wait until tomorrow?

I'm really tired.

What?

No, I don't think it can wait.

Sit down.

We're gonna talk about this stuff.

I think we got this great future

ahead of us.

I just want to make sure we both

understand what the priorities are.

I think Pop's gonna let me

take over managing the restaurant.

And I got a lot of exciting ideas...

like introducing

some new menu items...

bringing in live music

on the weekends...

and maybe even one night a week...

open house for

local singers and comics...

which you, with your TV background,

could help me with.

You know,

maybe shooting the acts...

and then maybe selling the tapes...

which you could edit yourself

back to the performers.

I talked to my folks about it,

and they thought it'd be a great idea.

Really.

And, believe me, I am not selling short

what you're doing now.

I mean, the weather report stuff...

which you're really good at.

But let's face facts.

It's probably not gonna...

lead to any big network offers.

Now, this way...

we could be working together

in both our respective fields...

doing what a family

is supposed to be doing.

A family, that's what

I'm talking about.

What do you think?

I'll think about it.

It's true that the road

my husband and I chose to travel on...

was paved with many speed bumps.

Larry said he would never stand

in my way, whatever happened.

But the word failure'

is not part of my vocabulary.

My commitment to my career

or my marriage, or whatever...

has always been 110 percent.

Regardless of how fast I was growing

in my vocation...

I would never leave Larry behind.

The word divorce'

was never mentioned.

What do you think?

Like the color?

- Yeah.

- It doesn't make me look fat?

I think I'm gonna get it.

Mr. Maretto is going to--

Yeah, right.

Let me tell you something.

- No, you wouldn't understand.

- Maybe I would.

Well, you grow up, you know.

You think it's all gonna be

like a fairy tale.

Like you're Sleeping Beauty

and along comes this Prince Charming.

And he looks at you

and it's nighttime.

And he smiles at you

and kisses you.

Yeah, I know that story.

And then...

you wake up...

and it's daylight...

and you look at him.

When you work all day,

trying to perfect yourself...

and create something meaningful,

you expect support.

Does anyone ever say,

'Did you have a good shoot today?'

Or 'How's the editing going?'

I guess not.

I mean, the point is...

Larry is a nice guy, you know...

but he just doesn't know

a thing about television.

Let's get outta here.

Mrs. Maretto bought me

lots of nice stuff...

Mrs. Maretto bought me

lots of nice stuff...

like this ankle bracelet,

for instance...

and a bottle

of real expensive perfume--

a 'scent' she called it--

which I'm saving

for a special occasion.

No one ever really

bought me stuff before...

except my mom's boyfriend Chester...

who got me for my birthday

when I was 12...

a bottle of something called

Garden of Eden body oil...

which he said would be good

for my skin...

and which he wanted

to show me how to use...

which I let him do.

He did other things for a while.

When I was 13, I got this mild case of

T. B. and he wasn't interested anymore.

You just have to block that

out of your memory...

like some scary TV movie

where you just change the channel...

and pretend like it never happened.

Before you know it, the whole thing

will be like a bad dream.

Anyway, my mom keeps this gun

hidden in her closet...

'cause of all

the sex fiend killers around.

And one time, I told him

if he didn't leave me alone...

I'd get it out

and I'd shoot him.

I mean, he didn't give me

any more trouble or anything.

Now I guess I wish

I hadn't told her all that...

'cause maybe it put

some ideas in her mind.

I don't know.

I just told her stuff I'd never told

anyone, because she was my friend.

She was my only real friend.

Where are you going?

I told you, hon.

Pop and I are going

to the trade show in Freeport.

- We're leaving from the restaurant.

- Yeah. Right.

- Look, are you going to be okay?

- Sure.

Will you think about

what we talked about?

I have been.

That's great, hon,

because I believe...

I got something here

that's really gonna work.

You know who I want

with me by my side?

- Who?

- 'Who'? My best girl, that's who!

My beautiful little lady.

I left a phone number on the fridge.

And don't forget to lock the garage.

Bye.

You know what

I'm thinkin', Larry?

Why don't we get some artificial

plants for the restaurant?

Good idea.

- Then we don't have to water them.

- Exactly.

Come on, Liddy.

I can't do this,

Mrs. Maretto.

Of course you can.

You just have to let your

natural sense of rhythm take over.

I don't think I have

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