Weather Girl Page #4

stopped calling?

- Oh, right.

- That guy was the most

boring guy on the planet.

- But he was a lawyer.

You could have given him

a chance.

- I don't believe this.

Are you telling me

that I'm cold?

- No.

- No.

- Honey, no.

You--You just--

- Maybe it's just difficult

For you to think

of loving someone.

- You've got walls.

- You do.

Oh, oh, my God.

Brainstorm. Charles.

Both:
Charles.

- Oh, my God.

That's so crazy.

It just might work.

- Sylvia, he is perfect for you,

practically perfect.

He is very nice.

- Yeah, I don't think

that I'm ready to date.

- He works out at our gym.

- Yeah, he used to date maureen.

- You know maureen.

- Loud and stupid.

- Big girl.

- Yeah, but they're so done now.

- Yeah.

- You guys are crazy.

I just broke up with Dale,

like, yesterday.

- Okay, perhaps you think

you have nothing but time.

- You don't.

- You don't, Sylvia.

You're in your late 30s.

- Mid 30s.

- You have a tiny window

remaining.

- Charles is an accountant.

He's stable.

He's not gay,

and he's not not attractive.

- Not not attractive.

- This is your future

you're playing with.

- Yes, also a perfect

opportunity

To warm up that cold shoulder.

- It wouldn't hurt if Dale

heard you were dating.

- No, wouldn't hurt at all.

Look, if you want to spend

your few remaining moments

As an attractive middle-aged

woman being picky, go ahead.

- Middle-aged?

We are the same age.

- Yeah, and I'm married,

And Jane's in a serious

relationship with a future.

And we both have careers

and ira accounts

And our own apartments.

- And I'm actually only 34.

- Okay, look, all I'm saying is

that we're in the major leagues,

And you just got knocked back

to the minors.

- Is that a sports reference?

- I know, right?

I just came up with that.

- Look at that.

- Oh, sh*t, I got to go

pick up my kids.

- Oh, oh, God.

I've got pilates.

- Um, I will call Charles

and give him the rundown.

- I will email him your picture.

Sylvia, he is gonna love you,

really.

- Did you valet?

- Totally.

- Bye, Syl.

- Okay.

- Bye.

- Okay.

- Be strong, baby, yeah?

Bye, honey.

Wait a sec.

Wait a sec.

[Car horns honking]

- So as you can see

from my resume,

I've been working in television

since graduating college.

And you know, I've done

a little bit of everything

From reporting to color stories,

you know, whatever.

Why--Why--Why are you looking

at me like that?

- You really lost it on

that morning show, didn't you?

I mean, you freaked out.

My staff loves it.

We watch it all the time.

Dale Waters, what an a**hole.

- Everybody

in Seattle television

Knows Dale's an a**hole.

Hell, I slept with him once

After some local

journalist dinner.

You were certainly right about

his disappointing performance.

Real high school stuff.

- argue about the things

I should have left behind

- Hmm.

- Hey, yeah, tracy,

What was it that sassy weather

girl called Dale Waters?

- Oh, grabby.

- Grabby.

I bet he is.

What an a**hole.

- dream up muddy river

underneath the drowsy moon

- So you blew

the television gig,

And now you want

to get into radio?

- Well, I have an open mind.

- Ah, isn't that big of you.

- past grocery stores

- I love that you

ripped that guy apart.

I really do.

Dale Waters is just south

of retarded.

Here's the problem.

My anchors are a**holes too,

And what's to keep you

from ripping them apart?

- Yeah.

- Look, I feel for you.

But I don't know

what I can do.

You're a joke.

If I put you on my staff,

that makes me a joke.

Hey, bill.

And I'm no joke.

Okay, give me the numbers.

- Ah, okay.

Well, we...

[Dog barking]

[Siren blares]

- [Sniffling]

[Truck beeping]

[Jackhammer buzzing]

- Oh, Walt, stop it.

You're hurting my neck.

- Say you suck.

Say it!

- You suck!

No!

- Hey, kids.

What's going on?

- Look, look what she did.

She moved my bed out here.

She's taking my room.

- Yeah, I know.

I helped her move it.

- You--You--You helped her move?

Why does she get the room?

- Walt, she's a girl.

- [Muffled] I'm a girl.

- You brought my best friend

into this?

You suck.

You best--

- You're such an idiot.

I gave you back your bed.

- I live here, okay?

You can't just move all

my sh*t around in my apartment.

- This is a temporary situation.

- It doesn't matter, okay?

I'm not a little kid anymore.

You can't push me around.

- This is a much better

arrangement, Walt.

- Says you.

I have got a system here,

you know?

- God, we have to live together.

- Okay, this is a temporary

situation.

You should be out

getting a f***ing job,

Not rearranging my furniture.

- I have been looking

all week long.

- Oh, yeah.

How did it go?

What?

- Well, it was awful, Byron,

actually.

Every single person who looks

at me sees weather girl.

Everybody's calling me sassy,

And I swear to God,

if one more person does it,

I'm gonna f***ing lose it.

I-I-lookit.

I am trying, okay?

I don't like crowding your life

any more than you do.

- Well, you got to try harder.

- Really?

Oh, okay, thank you, Walt.

- Lower your standards.

It's a tough job market.

- That's true.

It is.

- I have a college education.

- Join the club.

- I've had a coveted television

job in a class iI market.

- And you lost it.

- Oh, my God.

Why are you being such a dick?

- 'Cause you're acting like

a spoiled brat.

I went to college too, Syl.

You know, I'm a temp.

Byron here went to grad school,

And he's renting my computer

to build websites.

- Philosophy major.

- Just grow up, Syl.

Grow up.

This is the world.

We don't always get to do

what we want to do.

- [Scoffs]

- Oh, yeah, just go

and hang out in my room.

[Acoustic guitar music]

- So you don't have

much experience.

- Well, in college...

- yeah, well,

that was a long time ago.

- It--Yeah,

it's like riding a bike.

- No, it's not.

All right, sally.

I'm gonna take a chance on you.

Don't make me regret it.

- It's--Sylvia.

- What?

- My name is Sylvia.

- Yeah, well, we do

the name tag thing tomorrow

Before your shift, okay?

There's an order to things.

- [Mouthing words]

- Got a process here.

All right.

This is your apron.

What are you doing?

This is your responsibility.

If you lose it,

you have to buy the next one.

And they're not cheap.

Take it.

- Oh, right.

- Okay, show up tomorrow

with a wine key

And no less than five pens.

I do a staff check first thing,

all right?

And I sh*t you negative.

You show up

without that wine key

And less than five pens,

And I will send you home.

Of this you can be sure.

Simpatico?

- Yes.

- Atta girl.

- Hmm.

- You get me some more coffee.

- Hey.

- Hey.

She here?

- Bathroom.

Listen, can I be a dick?

Kind of get into your business

for a second?

- You don't know anything about

brothers and sisters, Byron.

- Okay, yes, granted,

I am an only child.

I know nothing.

- Exactly.

- But as an only child,

I've always kind of envied

this whole sibling thing

That you have going on,

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