Window Wonderland Page #5

you mean living here,

then, yes.

For how long?

A couple weeks.

Like eight.

Ta-dah!

I ran out of rent money.

It's temporary,

at least I hope it is.

You realize these are grounds

for termination, right?

I mean, not to mention that

I'm pretty sure

that it's illegal.

All right, look,

I know you hate me,

but will you please

not tell Fitch about this?

I don't hate you.

You don't?

Okay, maybe a little.

Yeah, I hate me a little,

too.

So...

Okay, um, we will pick

this up tomorrow.

I've got to go.

Uh... about that.

The door is locked.

Okay, so how do you get out?

I don't.

Not till morning.

Y didn't you tell me

that this could happen?

Was I supposed to?

I'm telling you,

they're locked

electronically.

It's not going to open.

I'm just going to...

You're not going to get

any cell reception either,

I'm sorry.

This is a nightmare!

Kenneth's entire firm

is expecting me,

and what is he going to

think when I don't show up?

I think he'll understand.

Come on,

who hasn't spent a night

trapped in a department

store?

No, no, no.

Hey, come on, here.

Here, here, here.

I can't blow my nose

on your sketches!

Yeah, you can.

They're not any good.

No.

No, they are.

Even your napkins

are better than mine.

Hey, where's that Parsons

school of confidence?

You should have gotten

both windows.

What are you talking about?

Kenneth's dad made a call,

and that's how I got this

job.

No...

Because I'm not good enough.

Of course you are.

You don't know that.

Yeah, I do.

And I hate you

a little bit, too,

so I have

no reason to lie.

Come on.

I'm going to cheer you up.

Oh...

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Oh...

I have been eyeing

this basket for days.

Isn't this

considered stealing?

He didn't buy it.

Look at the card.

"For the design staff"?

Fitch was supposed to

share this with us.

I'm trying to tell ya.

Get in there.

Mm.

Oh, man, that is so good.

I haven't had chocolate

since I met Kenneth.

He doesn't believe

in chocolate?

Oh, okay.

Um, ooh. Try one of these.

It's gluten-free.

What is gluten?

You know what, strike that,

did you say "free"?

Oh, wow.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, at this rate,

we are not going to fit

in those windows.

That's what I'm hoping.

Can I interest you

in a little more

of this delicious

mcguire's fizz-apple?

I am pretty sure that

that bottle

has been here since

the store opened.

Then it is aged

to perfection.

What do you think?

Spend a little

time in here.

I think I can

get used to it.

To the future

miss jeffers.

Come.

I want to show you

something.

Well, no heater,

no furniture, no roof.

It suits you.

It's the best view

in the house, though.

Yeah.

This kind of reminds me

of Christmas back home.

Aside from the buildings,

cars and people.

Sounds peaceful.

It is.

We had a frozen pond

in the backyard.

You skate?

Of course.

You?

Rockefeller center.

It's been years, though.

So what did you do

before mcguire's?

Uh, it's embarrassing.

Uh...

I folded t-shirts at the

mall.

Wow.

I worked in a Santa suit

outside of a dry cleaners.

I wore a polyester

uniform.

I repeat, "Santa suit."

My last name isn't van

doren.

I, uh...

I added the "van" to make it

sound more important.

Wow.

You really are competitive.

Okay.

Um... I dropped out

of art school

because I couldn't

afford it.

Miss jeffers said

that I lacked talent.

I haven't finished a

painting in three months.

I have been dreading

Kenneth's Christmas party

all week.

I'm living

in a department store.

I live in Brooklyn,

two blocks from my mother.

Well, my mother says

I'm a dreamer.

My mother is the bathroom

attendant at mcguire's.

Wait. What?

Rita is your mother?

Are you making this up

just to win whatever this

is?

No.

Were you adopted?

No.

I am a facade.

I'm like a window.

That is what we do, isn't

it?

We create...

We create perfect images

for people to admire.

You called me a fake.

No, you were right.

I didn't say

you were a fake.

I said you look better

without makeup.

There's a difference.

Yeah.

I was so happy when I

got hired at mcguire's

because I thought,

you know,

hey, I could

work my way up

and eventually

make enough money

so that my mom

could stop working.

She spent

all of her savings

putting me

through school.

I mean,

every paycheck,

every tip.

And, uh, here I am,

I am embarrassed

to admit

that she is

my own mother.

Fitch pencils in

his moustache.

What? What

did you say?

Fitch pencils in

his moustache.

He keeps women's makeup

in a locker in

the executive restroom.

I'm not kidding.

You see?

Who isn't a fake,

in some way or another?

You.

Oh, are you kidding me?

No. You're not.

Are you kidding me?

I walk around like

everything's hunky dory,

but you think

it doesn't kill me

that I'm broke,

or that my family

doesn't believe in me?

That I'm not even sure

if I believe in me?

You realize

that you are showing

in one of the best art

galleries in New York.

The front window at

mcguire's.

No, Salvador dali

dressed windows at bonwit's

in 1934.

- Get out of here.

- No, I'm serious.

He used a display

and he made it with

a bathtub, pigeons,

and dismembered mannequins.

What?

When the store

tried to change it,

he went into an artistic

rage,

and he hurled the bathtub

through the front window

onto the fifth Avenue.

He was detained in a

stockroom,

and then

he was carted off to jail.

No.

Yup.

Are you telling me this

because you think

I'll end up in jail?

No. No, I am telling you this

because dali was an artist.

Like you.

Thank you.

Yeah.

So,

if, um, if you're not doing

anything on the 23rd,

my, um, my family,

we're having Christmas

dinner at my mom's.

Christmas on the 23rd?

That's an interesting

tradition.

Christmas Eve Eve.

Eve Eve, ah, okay.

Yes, well, my family

usually works

on the holidays...

Holiday pay.

Sure.

Uh, will sir Kenneth

be there?

Aspen.

In that case, I accept.

Black tie optional?

Forbidden.

Um, I should

warn you, though,

we are having Turkey

deep-fried

in dunkin' donuts batter.

Tur-dunkin'?

You know tur-dunkin'?

Of course! Who doesn't

know tur-dunkin'?

Apparently just me.

Sorry, it's...

Just a sec.

I've just got to...

Something's going on

with my phone here.

What?

Oh, that...

That's weird,

that it would just

playing music like that.

I guess maybe we should

dance.

Come on.

Come on.

Okay.

This is me

cheering you up.

All right.

All right, why not?

See? That's

not so bad.

Wow, not bad.

I didn't know

you could dance.

Shut up.

Wait for it.

Mm-hmm.

Wait for it.

Uh-oh, uh-oh...

Okay, all right.

And comin' back.

Hide. Hide.

Quickly.

Go, go, go, go!

You ever play

seven minutes in heaven?

I'm just sayin'.

We should have

done it out there.

Shh.

Good morning,

sunshine.

How long have we

been sleeping?

Must've been that

cheap apple cider

you plied me with.

Oh, I was right.

You do look better

without makeup.

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