While You Were Sleeping Page #8

No, no, dont confess. lm|trying to be positive right now.|Just eat your ice cream.

l dont even know what my secretary|sent Mom and Dad for Christmas.

lt was a fruit basket. Now,|look, l dont wanna get in--

- lve never been faithful to a woman.|- lm gonna leave.

Remember the squirrels?

Dont even say it.

First l knocked them out|of their nest with a rock.

- Peter.|- Then l saved them.

Eww. Did you say|any of this to Lucy?

That was in the past. lm making|a clean start with Lucy. She is--

She is-- She--

What is she? Shes--

ld say that she gets under your|skin as soon as you meet her.

She drives you so nuts you dont|know whether to hug her or, or|just really arm wrestle her.

She would go all the way to Europe|just to get a stamp in her passport.

l dont know if that|amounts to insanity...

or just being really,|really likable.

No, thats not it.

But shes gotta be|really special. Shes gotta be.

And l can spend the rest|of my life finding out why.

l dont have to know now.|l dont have to know tomorrow.

l, l dont have to know|in a year or ten years.

l dont-- l dont have to-- l dont|have to have all the answers today, or--

Maybe someday lll have a clue,|but it doesnt mean l,

l cant make|a lifetime commitment.

Does this make any sense?

Not really, but thats|common after a head injury.

My shoes.

Ah. Oh, hi.

- Whatd they say?|- Who?

The Callaghans.|Are-- Are they inside?

You missed em.

- Well, what was|their reaction to the news?|- l didnt tell em yet.

What do ya-- What do ya--|What do you-- What do you mean,|Saul? What a-- What a--

- Now what about Peter?|- Well, l didnt tell him either. l--

- What? Saul, you said|you were gonna handle this.|- lll handle it.

- This is handling it?|- This is handling it.

- Saul?|- Listen-- What?

- Youre fired.|- Fired?

- Sorry.|- Pardon me.

Huh!

- Two, please.|- Four, please.

Dr. Biloxi.|Dr. Biloxi to l.C.U. North.

Dr. Biloxi.|Dr. Biloxi to l.C.U. North.

- Thanks.|- Youre welcome.

- Ashley!|- Scumbag!

Youre engaged?

May l remind you|that you proposed to me?

You said no. We broke up.

No, no. l was confused.|We stepped back.

- You moved to Portugal.|- Yes, well, well, l, l didnt|think you were going...

to run out and marry the first|bimbo that you came across.

- Lucys not a bimbo.|- Lucy?

- Lucy who?|- l dont remember.

Liar!

l dont remember proposing.|l was in a coma. l have amnesia.

Amnesia?|Oh, well, now thats rich.

All right, fine.|l want my stuff back.

Fine. Then l want|my stuff back.

- What stuff?|- Your nose.

- You cant take my nose back.|- l paid for it.

Well, then, here.|You paid for these too.

Oh, keep em.|lm a changed man, Ashley.

Go ahead. Go ahead and marry|her, you one-balled bastard.

Holy buckets, Peter.

Movin on to|greener pastures.

- Yeah!|- You got it, pal.

Yes, the doctor|will be right there.

- Lucy, they moved him.|- They moved him?

- Come with me.|- Where?|- Downstairs.

- Lucy.|- What? Oh.

- Lucy.|- Hi, Peter.

- Hi.|- My god, you look really good.

- l feel really good.|- Um--

You know what? Facing death|makes a man evaluate his life.

And lve been thinkin about mine,|and l havent liked what lve seen.

lve seen a man who has|courtside tickets to the Bulls,

a, a lucrative|investment portfolio,

an apartment on La Rue|du Faubourg, Saint Honore.

- Where?|- Paris.

But lve also seen a man|who has no one to trust.

No one to want|to have a son with.

You were there when l|needed someone the most.

You gave me|a second chance at life.

Took a coma to wake me up.

My family loves ya.|l might as well love you.

Lucy Eleanor Moderatz,|will you marry me?

Wanda? Wanda?|Are you all right?

- Um--|- Honey? Wanda?

Your hairs lookin|very big tonight.

Why, thank you.|l love your new cologne.

Yeah, its called Paris Guy.|lts from France.

- Nice.|- How ya doin?

Hey, are you goin|to see Lucy?

Yeah.

She is the best-lookin|chick in this building.

Hey!

But you are the best-lookin|chick on the third floor.

- Joe Jr.!|- Phyllis!

No? This one?

This one? Oh!

l dont want any flowers from you,|l am not wearing black underwear,

and l definitely do not|want to move in with you, Joe--

Jack.

Well, l dont have any flowers,|l wouldnt mind seeing|the black underwear,

but under the circumstances, l dont|think we should move in together.

l thought you were Joe Jr.

l get that a lot.

- Do you wanna come in?|- Yeah.

- Yeah?|- Yeah.

- Wow. So thats...|- Wow.

- the wedding dress, huh?|- Hmm?

The wedding dress.

lt works good as a tie too.

Ow. Yeah.

l just wanted to give you this before|all the presents started to pile up.

l was droppin off some furniture in|Little ltaly. l look in a window, and--

Florence.

Florence.

Thank you.|lts really beautiful.

And l wanted to say that|l think that Peter...

is a very lucky guy.

Thank you.

l had to say that because youre|gonna be my sister-in-law.

Ha, ha, ha, ha. Well, l guess well be|seeing a lot of each other then.

- l better get goin.|- Yeah.

Hey, Jack. Jack!

Yeah?

Can you give me|any reason...

why l shouldnt|marry your brother?

Oh.

l cant.

- Whats this?|- lts a wedding invitation.

Wait a minute.|This is your wedding invitation.

So?

Whom are we marrying?

Jerry, Peter Callaghan.

The coma guy?|Are you insane?

Yes, Jerry, lm insane.

Every day l go and l sit|in a booth like a veal.

l, l work every holiday.|l go home to a cat.

And now a rich and handsome man|has asked me to marry him,|and l have said yes.

Okay, okay. That makes me|a raving, total lunatic.

The wedding|is tomorrow, Lucy.

l know its tomorrow, Jerry.|But you know what?|l even wish it were yesterday.

Because you know what?|That would mean that today|that l would be on my honeymoon,

that l would finally have|a stamp in my passport,

and that it would say|ltaly on it!

What happened|with the other guy?

He didnt want me.

- Maybe she forgot.|- A woman doesnt forget|her wedding day.

Maybe shes stuck in traffic.

This isnt-- This looks--|Does this look ridiculous?

- No, you look fine.|- All right. All right.

- Well, you got the rings?|- Yeah, l got the rings.

Whats the matter|with you, Jack?

You suck.

l suck, or the outfit sucks?

lts a toss-up.

What do you need?

- Oh.|- Oh. Here she is.

Shes just a little nervous.

Youre not kiddin.

Shes lovely.

Dearly beloved, we are|gathered here today to join--

l object.

Oh, gee--

l, l, l didnt|get to that part yet.

l would have to object too.

- What about you?|- Oh, lm-- lm thinking.

What the hell is going on?

l am in love with your son.

l know.

Not that one. That one.

Jack, what the hell did you do?

He didnt do anything.|He didnt do anything.

lt was me. lt was all me.

Um, Elsie, how you doin?|You doin okay?

Um, do you remember|that day at the hospital?

Of course you remember that day|at the hospital. Well, um,|there was a little mix-up.

Um, l saw Peter get pushed onto|the tracks, and, uh, l saved his life.

But when l got to the hospital,|they wouldnt let me see him.

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