Window Wonderland Page #3

So, bring people in,

otherwise I'm going to have

to give napkin king here

your window, too.

Just the way it goes.

Okay?

Aren't you going to gloat?

No. I liked your window.

Are you finished with this?

Just going to

borrow this real quick.

Is there anything else

I can get you, sir?

I could go for a sandwich.

: I'll tell you

where you can go.

Oh, no.

Mac sent you here, too?

Apparently, he wants us

to spend more time together.

Yes, because, clearly, nine

hours a day isn't enough?

Hey, if you want to see me

after hours,

just come out and say it.

I am so done

bringing him coffee.

Easels, everyone.

Jake, we're starting.

Today, we will be

focusing on...

The eyes.

Windows to the soul.

Okay.

New student?

Um, no, I'm... no.

Don't be shy.

We're all very

supportive here.

Have a seat.

We'll set you up

with a sketch pad...

Have a seat.

Get you all set up.

Piece of charcoal,

you are ready to draw.

Okay.

Kill the smile, Jake.

It's very distracting.

All right,

heads up, everybody,

next session,

we will be focusing on...

The upper torso.

Just a heads-up

on that one.

Jake, of course,

will be hitting the gym,

he'll be doing

crunches galore.

I know, I'll be out of here

by 10:
00.

And kill the lights.

You left them on

last time.

I did?

20 bucks, huh?

You are a supermodel.

Well, I do it

for the studio time.

Not that I would

turn down 20 bucks.

Wow...

I didn't know

I was so good-looking.

I assume this means

you'll be sticking around

for the upper torso then?

You assume wrong.

I want to show you

something.

If it's the upper torso,

thanks, I pass.

No.

Less spectacular than that.

Much less, in fact.

I don't know

how to finish it.

I didn't know

you were a painter.

It's all I ever wanted to

be,

ever since I discovered the

art section at the library.

Andrew wyeth.

Yeah, "Christina's world."

You know it?

Yeah, I had that painting

on my bedroom wall

in high school.

Me too.

Of course,

where I'm from,

nobody actually

becomes a painter

unless they're painting

the side of a barn.

You're not

from the city?

Maine.

Huh.

A town the size of this

room.

Right now

my family is taking bets

on when I'll be home

with my tail between my

legs.

Anyway, how many people really

make it in the art world?

Maybe they're right.

Maybe I should give up.

Don't.

No, you're...

You're really good.

Thank you.

Yeah. Huh.

Anyway, uh,

I should go.

I'm late for...

For...

For a polo match?

High tea?

Dinner with mom.

Ah, well, give my best to

muffy tottingham van doren.

Oh, and, uh,

bring me a doggy bag.

No.

Okay.

Hey, this faucet

is leaking again.

Did you call

maintenance?

Oh, they don't know

from faucets.

Oh, what's with the

lipstick?

I thought we covered that.

Don't start, mom.

Let's go.

I am starving.

Ah, there's nothing like

the smell of a plastic tree,

right, Uncle Jimmy?

Hey!

I can re-use it, and

I don't have to water it.

Yeah, because it would

be such a chore

to water

a two-foot tree.

There are trees outside.

Listen,

how's that job of yours going,

dressing up those dummies?

Didn't she tell you?

She got the Christmas

windows.

It's just one window.

But it's a big window.

Actually,

they're the same size.

Well, whatever,

we're proud of you, kid.

Thank you.

Hey, where's

aunt Doris?

She's working.

I had to come over

and fix your mom's sink.

And eat me

out of house and home.

It would be cheaper

to hire a real plumber.

Oh...

Well, be my guest.

Did I tell you

I rode the elevator

with that cute Jake today?

Yes, you may have mentioned

it three or four times.

He's very sweet.

Yes, he's a real charmer.

Good-looking, too.

Better looking

than that Kenny.

Okay.

Kenneth.

And you've never met him.

This Kenneth,

does he make a living?

He's from a big shot

banking family.

Oh, fancy.

He's too fancy

to meet us.

Okay, I will introduce you

when things get more serious.

It's been three months.

Your father and I married

after two weeks.

Yes, and we all know

how well that worked out.

We had fun while it lasted.

When you know,

you know.

Fish or cut bait.

And you wonder why

you scared off

my last boyfriend.

You were too good for him.

Uncle Jimmy, um,

you gonna eat

that last meatball?

Yes.

And stay away from my plate.

I'm just asking.

Aunt Doris,

you're supposed to

be working!

Geez, Jimmy, how many times

are you gonna fall for that?

It's unbelievable.

It never fails.

Remember, shoppers,

mcguire's has all your

holiday decorating needs.

Hey.

Wow, you look nice.

Nice enough

to convince you to join me?

Uh, I can't.

I'm installing all night.

Again?

Yeah. Sorry.

You realize

I'll be the only guy

at the client dinner

without a plus one.

Well, I could loan you

a mannequin.

Or two.

You could be a plus two.

Yeah, I don't think

that would go over too well

with the partners.

I'm free tomorrow night.

I'm going to the Knicks game

with flanders.

Lunch?

Mergers meeting.

Right...

I'll call you.

She'll be waiting

anxiously by the phone.

Bye.

Bye.

Christmas cookies

from the cafe?

Yay, cookies!

What did you get?

Oh.

Thanks, Mac.

Hey, what do we

have here?

A partridge

in a pear tree?

Oh, come on.

Oh, come on,

give me a look.

Oh, what?

Like I'm going to

steal your ideas?

Well, there's only so much

you can write on a napkin.

True,

but when I'm out of napkins,

there's always paper towels,

tissue paper...

You do know that bickering

is a sign of affection.

Not in this case.

No, it's a sign

of insecurity,

on her part.

I'm-I'm insecure?

That's why

you over-prepare.

It's fine,

it's not a big deal.

Over-prepare!

You two carry on

like me and my wife.

I mean, we had a disagreement

over everything,

and loved each other

till the day she died.

It's so quiet without her.

And do you know

what I miss most?

Having someone to bicker

with.

Think of that.

Good night,

you two.

Good night, Mac.

How long has he been alone?

Four years.

He was married for 30.

It would be

really great

for him to have somebody

to spend the holidays with.

Yeah, it would.

Page 17.

We have a blurb.

A blurb.

Is it contagious?

"The war of the windows

at mcguire's."

"Sales are up

in the department store,

yada yada, blah blah.

Kudos, you two,

it seems that you've managed

to capture the zeitgeist.

The what?

The spirit of the times.

"Zeitgeist."

Gesundheit.

Would you say

that one window

captured it more?

No. No...

Oh.

But I do feel semi-confident

in saying

that I think one of you two

will be stepping

into miss jeffers' shoes

very soon.

Hey, does she have big feet?

Because I wear an 11.

All right, 10 and a half.

And you say that

I am the insecure one?

Ah, forgot my napkins.

Oh, wow, what a relief.

Crisis averted.

Hah.

The perimeter alarm

will set in five minutes.

Sorry, jimbo

get it back to you in the

A.M.

Lookin' good, though.

Home sweet home.

There she is.

I missed you

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