While You Were Sleeping Page #5

This is Chicago.

- You look cold.|- Hmm?

- You look cold.|- Wha--

Probably because l am cold.

- How about you?|- This jackets reversible.

- lm wearing the warm side now.|- Oh, l see!

You need a better coat.

What? This was my dads.

Ahh, then hes|probably freezing.

He passed away.

- Sorry.|- lts not your fault.

Passed away last year.

l dont even|remember my mom, so--

What was he like?

He was a lot like me.|Dark hair, flat chest.

What do you remember|most about him?

Oh-ho, that. Okay.

Um, well--

He liked maps.

Yeah, l live by maps.|My trucks filled with them.

He used to hear of a place|on the TV,

we would pull out the atlas,|wed find where it was.

Wed route out this, like,|little way to get there.

lf there were one place in the|world where youd go, where--

- Florence.|- ltaly, ooh.

l havent delivered any furniture|to Florence yet, but lm told its nice.

- Yeah.|- l take it youve never been there.

Well, you know, the El doesnt exactly|make it all the way to Florence, so--

Oh, but l do have...

- my passport.|- You have your passport!

- Yes, l do!|- With you?

Yes. Well, just in case l need|to quickly leave the country,

- you need to have--|- Thats perfect. Thats great.|Oh, youre right.

Youre not very photogenic|at all.

Just joking.|There arent any stamps in that.

Yeah, well, l havent|gone anywhere yet.

But, you now, lm planning|a trip to Florence really soon,

so, you know, lll go.

Thatll make your dad|very proud.

Yeah.

You know,|in a very small way,

you kind of remind me|of him a little bit.

l see. So, he was a classy guy,|always a gentleman.

- A working man who--|- Who just stepped in doggy poopy.

Ohh!

Thats, now thats classy.|Thats classy!

All right, tell me more.|Whered you grow up.

God, youve just become|Mr. Chatty this evening.

Fact of the matter is,|lm about to start shivering,

and making conversation|keeps my face from freezing.

Thank you. l had, um,|l had a good time.

- Oh.|- Mm.

S-S-Slippery here. Come on.

Got this far. lll take you|the rest of the way.

Well, you gotta watch out.|A little icy.

So, um, you gonna go|see Peter tomorrow?

Oh. Whoa-oa-oa! Whoa!

Wow!

- All right--|- Do not take me with you!

- No, its all right.|lts not too bad, yeah.|- You got it?

- You got it? Okay.|- Yeah.

Wow. Get this--|This is t-- This is big.

This-- There we go.

- Okay!|- All right. Are ya all right?

This is-- Oh-- Mm.

Mm.

- All right?|- Yeah.

- l think were all right now.|- Okay?

- Yeah. lts just, uh--|- Okay.

- Over this way? Okay.|- This way.

- Ow! Ohh!|- What was that?

Was that my pants|or my muscles?

Oh! Give me your hand.|Give me your hand.

- Whoa-ho!|- Okay. Come on!

- Hmm.|- Oh, man!

You have an extra pair|of pants in your apartment?

lf you fit into my pants,|l will kill myself.

- You dont have to follow me.|- No, you block the wind.

lll wait til|ya get inside.

Well, good night.

Night.

So lll see you|when l see you?

Yeah.

All right, Lucy,|its either me or him.

Him.

You dont have to answer|right away.

lm having an affair.|l like Jack.

- Whos Jack?|- Peters brother.

- So?|- So he thinks lm engaged.

- To who?|- To Peter.

Lucy, l really dont|have time for this.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.|You have to tell me what to do.

- Tell the truth.|- lf l tell Jack|that l lied to his family,

he will never|speak to me again.

And-And-And Ox and Midge|and Mary and-and-and Saul--

Saul? Whos Saul?

Hes a next-door neighbor.

But you know what?|Actually, he knows.

Lucy, youre born|into a family.

You do not join them|like you do the marines.

You have to tell me|what to do.

Pull the plug.

- You are sick.|- lm sick?

Youre cheating|on a vegetable.

Down and dirty.

Are you gonna fold?|Youre not gonna fold.

Ooh, he is staying in|with a pair.

Very impressive.|Very bold, confident.

Full house.|You are unlucky at cards.

But lucky in love.

Member in like, uh,|fifth or sixth grade,

l was starting to get|really good at poker, and, uh,

goin home|with lots of lunch money?

l got to know the principals|office really well.

He always used to say to me,

How come you cant be|more like your brother Peter?

Well, you know what?|l was all right with that.

l had no problems with that|because l was proud of you.

And l was never envious|of anything that you had.

Until now.

lll cut the deck.|High card gets Lucy.

All right, well go|best out of three.

So, Lucy, have you and Peter decided|where youre gonna go on your honeymoon?

l went to Cuba.

Ricky Ricardo was Cuban.

- Didnt Peter look great today?|- Oh, that kid.

- You know, he should have|been an actor.|- Hes tall.

All the great ones were tall.

Lucy, you think you can find me|a nice girl for Jack?

- Oh, Mom, come on.|- Well, l-l-l-l--

l really dont know Jacks type,|so lm not one to, um--

l like blondes.|Chubby ones.

- Alan Ladd wasnt tall.|- Marshal Dillon was six-foot-five.

Well, we all know|who Lucys type is.

These mashed potatoes|are so creamy.

You like brunettes.

l could never make|a good pot roast.

You need good beef.

Argentina has great beef.|Beef and Nazis.

John Wayne was tall.

Dustin Hoffman was five-six.

Would you want to see|Dustin Hoffman save the Alamo?

- These mashed potatoes are so creamy.|- Spain has good beef.

- Mary mashed them.|- Cesar Romero was tall.

Cesar Romero was not Spanish.

l didnt say Cesar Romero|was Spanish.

- Well, what did you say?|- l said Cesar Romero was tall.

- We all know hes tall.|- Well, thats what l said.

Cesar Romero is tall.|Thats all l said.

So if you need any help|with history, dont call me.

Now, remember, honey, if youre free|for New Years, we want to see you.

Thank you very much.|l had a great time.

- Us too.|- Thank you. Bye.|- Thanks for coming.

- Bye.|- Bye-bye, Lucy.|- Bye-bye. Good night.

Hey, look, you guys.|Youre under the mistletoe.

- Kiss her, then.|- Yeah.

- lts mistletoe.|- lts tradition.|- lts Christmas.

Come on, idiot. Kiss her.

- There ya go.|- Oh, yeah.|- Bye.

- Good night. Bye.|- Good night.|- Good night.

- Good night.|- Come on, Mary. Were both|on dish detail tonight.

Regular fare.

- One token, please.|- Oh, my god! Mary!|What are you doing here?

Hi. Do you guys wanna--|you wanna come through?

- We can?|- Yeah, absolutely.

Transfer, please.

- Hi.|- Hey, whos this?

- lm Mary. This is Beth.|- Hi.

Um, Marys-- Marys my, um--

Lucys going to marry|my brother Peter.

What? Lucy,|youre gettin married?

Well, it hasnt really|been announced.

So its a little awkward for me|to say anything, and, um--

- The train. Your-- Okay.|- The train. Okay.|Uh, lll see you later.

Thank you for coming.|lts nice to meet you, Beth.

- Girl, are you pregnant?|- Yes, lm pregnant, Celeste.

Lucy, youre not tellin me whats|goin on! Youre not givin me details.

- Whats goin on?|- Okay, Celeste.

Celeste, you have to have sex|in order to be pregnant.

But l thought you were engaged.

Well, were-- Were waiting.

Waiting?

Peter? Hi, its Ashley.

ls, is|this machine working?

Look, lm back in Chicago|and, uh, lm kind of shocked|that you havent called me back.

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