While You Were Sleeping Page #7

Lucy? Whos Lucy?

- You dont remember, do you?|- Excuse me.

- Got some Jell-O for you today.|- Do l like Jell-O?

- Yum!|- l think hes had enough|excitement for one evening.

- Lets all go home.|- Hang in there, champ.

- Good night, honey.|- Good night, Mom.

- Oh, its so good to see you!|- Mom!

- He looks so good, you know?|- Hes going to be fine.

l think he looks wonderful.

- All right, well be back.|- Jack, you too. Come on. Lets go home.

- Saul, where have you been?|- What, lm not allowed|to go to the bathroom?

- Saul!|- lm handling it. l will tell them.

When? When?|On my golden anniversary?

- Lucy, lll tell them!|- Youd better tell them!|- l said ld tell them!

A, B, C, D, E, F, G

Jack, youve been|really great this week.

Yeah, like, uh, when l accused|you of lying to everybody.

Or when l accused you of having|a relationship with Joe Jr.

Or when l thought you were pregnant|and l announced it to all your friends.

Youve had a really busy week|this week, havent you?

Look, Jack, l, um--

Starting tomorrow, uh, things...

are probably gonna be|kind of different.

Yeah.

l just wanted you to know|that youve become, uh,

a really good friend.

Okay.

Good friend. Lucy!

Yeah?

l didnt mean, uh, what l said|about you and Peter.

l think you two are gonna make|a really terrific couple,

and, uh, lm really glad that|you wont be alone anymore.

- Good-bye.|- Bye.

Jack, is that you?

Hey, Pop.

- Brought you some doughnuts.|- Youre a savior.

Your mothers got me eatin|these fat-free bran muffins.

They taste like plywood.

- Catchin up?|- Yeah, its been almost a week|since l read the obituaries.

You know, we missed a lot of good stuff|the day after Christmas.

Been a hell of a week,|hasnt it?

Life is a pain in the ass.|lll tell ya. You know?

You work hard, try to provide for|the family, and then, for one minute,

everythings good.

Everyones well.|Everyones happy.

ln-- ln that one minute,|you have peace.

Pop, this isnt that minute.

- What do you mean?|- Um--

You remember that rocking chair|l made for Grandma?

Are you kidding me? lts so|fancy, she wont even sit in it.

This fancy chair, two months ago|l sold three just like it.

lve sold two dining tables.|l got orders for six more.

Thats a good side business.

This is not a side business.|This is... good business.

Wait a second.|You dont want my business?

No, l dont.

- How long have you felt this way?|- A long time.

Well, why didnt you|say something sooner?

l couldve sold the whole damn thing|to Uncle Eddy for twice its value.

l couldve taken your mother|on the cruise with Kathie Lee Gifford.

Youre not mad at me?

Are you nuts?

You are nuts! You wanna|make rocking chairs.

Oh, hey, Mrs. Fletcher|finally went, huh?

Her dining room alone|has got to be worth 40 grand.

Yeah. Well, those McMurphy boys, they|were movin in before the deed was done.

- Thats their problem.|Theyre too pushy.|- Very pushy, yeah.

- Well call them next week.|- Youll call em next week.

Thats right.|lll call them next week.

- Okay.|- Do l get a doughnut?|- Uh, lm sorry.

- Birth date:
3-11-59.|- You have to remember Lucy.

Social Security number:|144-60-6894.

You love her. You just...|dont remember her.

- Can l talk to Peter alone?|- Everything okay, Saul?

-Senior class president, 1981.|-l just wanna talk to my godson.

- Let me take that for you.|- Thanks, Mom.|- Well be back.

- Okay, well see you later, honey.|- You sure, Saul?

- Yeah, yeah, sure.|- See ya, son.|- See ya, Dad.

Peter, lve known you|since you were born.

lve been to every major event|in your life from Cub Scouts to--

well, to the day you discovered|hair on your schmeckel.

You got a good education.

Youre very popular|with all those friends of yours.|You make a nice living.

And everybody knows|youre a good-lookin kid.

But, Peter, youre a putz.

- Excuse me?|- Now, look, lm your godfather.

l mean, l love ya. l couldnt love ya|any more if you were my own son.

But the fact of the matter is|youre-- Well, youre a putz.

ls there a point to this?

Lucy.

Peter, theres something...|you have to know about her.

You see, she--

Well-- Uh--

Shes--

You know--

Shes not only your fiancee,|shes your guardian angel.

Yeah! Peter,|she saved your life!

Now, shes comin to see you today,|and l want you to do yourself a favor.

l want you to look deeply into her eyes|and listen with the heart of a man...

who has just been given|a second chance at life.

And after two minutes, if youre|not madly in love with her,

why, tell her you wanna break up,|and you can go back to being a putz.

But if in the two minutes you see what|the rest of us only took seconds to see,

you will propose to her|for the second time...

and marry her before she|has a chance to escape.

Uh, before she comes, take|a little time and think about...

what an old putz just told ya.

All right?

You know, if l was 40 years|younger, ld marry her myself.

That is, if shed convert.|Hey, thats a joke.

Oh, l know that.

- Lucy!|- Hi.

- Hi.|- Um.

l came to bring you|back your things.

Would you like a sandwich?

No, no. lm okay. Thanks.|Can l get you anything?

l wish l had my own clothes.

Well, l like your, um,|blue pinstripe.

- Double-breasted?|- Yeah.

- Yeah, thats my favorite too.|- Really?

Yeah.

Please sit down.

l, l saw a picture of you, uh,|when you saved the three squirrels.

Oh. They never call.|They never write.

That was a long time ago.

Yeah, l guess we, we dont get to do|many heroic things as an adult, huh?

Oh, thats for sure.|You do, though!

Oh, no. Jumping in front|of that train was unusual.

l dont think lve done anything|truly heroic in my whole life.

- l chased a purse-snatcher once.|- Well, thats something.

l pretended|to pull a hamstring.

Well, most guys probably wouldnt have|chased after him in the first place.

l mean, l work at the El.|Believe me, l know.

You give up your seat|every day in the train.

Well-- But thats not heroic.

lt is to the person|who sits in it.

And you always gave me something|to look forward to every day, so--

You know, you do|remind me of someone.

lts probably you.

Thank you.

Uh, uh, maam! Excuse me.|Excuse me, maam, uh--

What apartment?

- Youre new.|- Yes, maam. What apartment?

lm going to Peter|Callaghans apartment.

Uh, and your name, please?

Ashley Bartlett Bacon.|l am Peters fiancee.

Youre not his fiancee.

- Huh?|- Huh?

Hey, lookin good!

Yeah, well, theyre movin me|to the second floor.

Great.|Mind if l drove?

Uh, no problem.|Uh, see you by the elevators.

- All right.|- Okay.

- There we go.|- Oh. Uh, its a little drafty.

Here. l brought you|some contraband.

Oh. Chocolate peanut butter.|Thanks.

- Hey, Lucys pretty terrific,|isnt she?|- Oh, yeah.

- Were engaged, you know.|- Yeah, l heard that.

Now this l remember.

Everything is better. Everything|looks better, feels better.

Even this chocolate|peanut butter tastes better.

Good. lts fudge mint.

Whatever. lm reborn.

lf you were a priest right now,|ld confess everything to you.

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