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Hey, Jake.

Hey, Chris.

I figured out what to do

with the $25,000 my nana left me.

I met this guy, and he's building

these amazing condos.

Oh. He showed me the floor plans...

Yeah, what? What? They smelled good?

I mean, what-what's your hurry?

Leave it in the bank.

Well, that's so boring, though.

L-I want to do something exciting with the money.

You know, like... like go to Atlantic City and gamble.

You ever think you might want to invest in a small diner?

I said gamble, not throw it away.

Oh...

I need someone to do me a favor.

It's important. Can you help me, Chris?

"Can you help me, Chris?" What, my help's no good?

I need someone to proofread my resume.

All right, then.

I've been up for a couple jobs I didn't get,

so I thought maybe my résumé wasn't as sharp as it should be.

Hard to believe.

You'd think people would be interested

in someone with a Harvard MBA.

Where's Harvard?

Boston.

What part of Boston?

The... ivy-covered college part.

Hector, you can't lie to get a job.

I'd rather sleep my way to the top,

but those offers aren't exactly pouring in.

Hey. Just coffee, please. I'm late to work.

Sure. Hey, John,

uh, my father sent a video of our old home movies.

I was wondering if maybe you might...

I can just imagine John Becker

suffering through video tapes of little Chris Connor

in a tutu, dancing with the family dog.

Anyway, I don't even know why I brought it up.

- I know you hate that stuff. -No, no.

It's okay. You know, if you want to watch those movies, uh,

I guess I could stand it.

Really?

Yeah, what the hell.

Uh, by the way, you want to go out to dinner Friday night?

You're asking me to dinner without me asking you to ask me?

Yeah. Yeah, I thought we'd go into the city

and try this new Italian place.

Why?

I thought it'd be nice.

Why?

I'm asking if you want to go out to dinner.

- Are you okay? -You want to go out or not?

Okay, okay, okay. Fine.

- Fine. -Fine.

Well, could it be any more clear?

Well, it sure could be to me.

He's breaking up with me.

Where do you get that?

All he did was ask you out to dinner.

Oh, come on, come on.

He's setting me up. Think about it.

We've been going out a while, and it's been fine.

Then we started sleeping together,

and that's been okay, too.

Not great, but-but okay.

You know, good enough.

But now he's getting bored and he wants to move on.

Well, that is the way we do it,

but, uh, I just didn't know that women knew that.

Room one.

So, this is where I work.

It doesn't look like much, and...

well, it isn't.

Girl, don't make me turn a hose on you.

This is Margaret. She's my boss.

Mm-hmm.

And he is...?

I don't know his name.

I found him on the subway.

And now I suppose you want to keep him?

Oh, I'm keeping him.

It was so romantic.

I'm sitting on the train,

and then I see him staring at me, so I stare back.

Then he just walks over and kisses me.

What did you do?

Have you looked at him?

Well, I get that part. But you don't know this guy.

You can't communicate. You don't even know his name.

That's 'cause I haven't decided what to call him yet.

I'm thinking either Francis, after my grandfather, or Erik.

You know, like a Viking.

It sounded to me like he was speaking Italian.

No, he wasn't.

And even if he was, I don't want to know.

As long as I can't understand him,

he says whatever I want him to say,

and he can be whatever I want him to be.

Come on, I'll show you the rest of the office.

Don't communicate, huh?

Okay, this the kitchen.

She's got her tongue down that guy's throat.

Are we out of those little wooden sticks?

He's not a patient.

He's her new boyfriend.

He doesn't speak English,

so he doesn't understand a word she says.

I speak English. I don't understand a word she says.

I'm sorry, John.

It-it's totally inappropriate.

Linda, would you please stop...

No, no. Hey, hey, hey.

Leave her alone. It's okay.

"HI-S okay"?

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

- Fine. -Fine.

Oh, oh, oh.

Uh, Mr. Gordon's daughter just called.

He was admitted to Bronx Metropolitan.

It's his heart again.

Oh, that poor guy.

All right, uh, boy, I don't know how much more

he's going to be able to take of this.

I'll drop by and see him tonight.

Do you mind if I come with you?

I like Mr. Gordon. He flirts with me.

The man's 80 years old.

Look, I've been married a long time.

You take it where you can get it.

Hey, Grace.

How's he doing?

Not so well, Doctor.

His heart's very weak,

and now his kidneys are starting to fail.

Yeah, well, developing the stones sure didn't help.

Boy, I hate this part.

Well, just suck it up and smile.

We have to be strong for Mr. Gordon.

Hi, Margaret.

("Vinéfli Oh, Mr. Gordon.

Oh, yeah. Well done, Margaret.

So, how you feeling there, Mr. Gordon?

With the drugs I'm on, pretty damn good.

Can I get you anything?

Candy? A magazine?

How about a new heart?

Oh, God.

Hey, you know what, Margaret?

Maybe you should get Mr. Gordon some magazines.

It's okay, Margaret.

I'll keep the doctor busy till you get back.

She thinks I'm dying.

Hey, we're all dying.

She thinks I'm dying first.

Well, you've been here before and beaten it.

This feels different.

Yeah?

You okay with that?

I've had a good life.

I was married to a wonderful woman for 47 years.

Had two great kids... and Howard.

Made a lot of friends,

had a good job, even made some money.

Spent most of it.

That gonna be a shock to Howard?

Oh, yeah.

- Let me ask you something. -Yeah.

You really mean that... you're okay?

No-no regrets?

Promise not to tell anyone?

I voted for Nixon.

Wow.

I just know John's dumping me.

It's just torture to have to sit and wait for it.

Hey, are you even listening to me?

Huh?

He says you're a lovely, sexy woman,

and anyone as beautiful as you won't be alone for very long.

You speak Italian?

No, and I don't want to.

As long as I don't know

what he's saying, he says all the right things.

So, Jake, where was I?

John's breaking up with you.

- You know it. You just know it. - Oh, not...

Come on, don't say it like I'm crazy, 'cause I'm not.

Look, he's even started avoiding me.

Last night, he said he was visiting a sick patient.

Chris, he is a doctor.

Oh, sure, sure, take his side.

Hey. Who's Linda kissing?

She doesn't know.

I need a woman like that.

Wow, you're all dressed up. Who died?

Had an interview with Citibank, and they offered me a job.

- Hey, fantastic! -Hey, congratulations!

- When do you start? -I don't.

I turned them down.

They only offered me 50 grand a year.

- What?! -Come on, you saw my résumé.

50 K's an insult to a man of my qualifications.

Hector, you-you have no qualifications.

You made all that up.

Yeah, but they didn't know that.

They totally low-balled me.

Don't those two ever come up for air?

It's called affection.

- What? -Noth I ng.

Just coffee, please.

No breakfast?

Mm, no, I'm late for work.

Got to go.

So we're seeing each other Friday, right?

- Dinner? -Yeah, yeah.

I'm looking forward to it.

Me, too.

Yeah, did you hear that?

He's looking forward to it.

The man is sick!

You know, Chris, instead of killing yourself over this,

you could just ask John what's going on.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I'm not going to make this easy for him.

If he wants to break up with me, he's gonna have to work for it.

He's going to take me out to a nice dinner,

get through all the awkward conversation,

and then he's going to have to wait for the perfect moment

to drop the bomb.

But I'm not gonna let him.

I'm gonna make him sweat, I'm gonna make him suffer,

and-and I'm going to eat

everything in sight so it costs him a fortune.

That's quite a plan.

Sounds like you've been through this breaking up thing before.

Lots of times.

I am telling you, I slept at the White House.

Sure, you did.

The-the former president's a good friend of mine.

Yeah, so you've been saying.

So is his wife. We talk all the time.

Whatever.

Don't patronize me, you arrogant jackass.

If I say I know the Roosevelts, then I know the Roosevelts!

Pity the poor bastard who's married to her.

All right, I'll be in room one with Mr. Nielsen.

You know, I-l don't see what the problem is.

These numbers aren't that bad.

Oh, hi, Jake.

Hey, Margaret, is, uh... is John around?

He just went back with a patient.

All right, well, I'll tell you.

I figured out how to spend my nana's money.

You ready for this?

I'm buying a boat.

A boat?

Well, okay, actually, half a boat.

You see, my friend has a Catamaran out in Westchester.

Last summer, he took me out on it,

and after being cooped up in that newsstand,

it felt great to be out in that open sea air.

Anyway, he's looking for a partner, right.

I'm buying in.

- A boat?! -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We're going to go sailing on the weekends up and down the coast.

I just wish my nana were here.

I'd love to hear what she'd have to say

if she knew I was doing this.

I think I know what she would say.

What the hell is wrong with you?

What the hell'd you do that for?

Do you think you got that money so you can play pirate

on the weekends?

And sit down.

Let me ask you something.

Is running a newsstand all you want to do with your life?

I don't know.

I mean, I... Sure, I figured one day, I'd-I'd do something else.

Funny thing about "one day."

It tends to pass you by if you're not careful.

When Lewis and I

first got married, I was working as a waitress.

Now, I wanted to go to nursing school,

but I was afraid to quit my job because we needed the money.

He told me,

"if you don't do it now, you never will."

I will always love him for that.

Jake, you got $25,000.

That's a lot more than we had.

Don't waste it on some damn boat.

Did I turn down a job that paid 50 grand a year?

You thought you were overqualified.

What the hell was I thinking?

I don't know anything!

I am such an idiot!

Hey, you should put that on your résumé.

Don't those two ever move?

Why do you have to walk so damn fast?

Didn't you hear me calling your name?

That was you?

Someone yells at me on the street, I walk faster.

What do you want?

Oh, to remind you that you promised Dr. lsaacs

that you would be on call for him tonight.

Oh, right, right, right,

well y-y-you didn't have to run after me.

You could've called me on my cell phone or paged me.

You know, why do I have that crap if you...

Sorry.

Hey, uh, Chris?

Yeah, Jake?

Uh, can you do me a favor-- can you call John,

Linda, Margaret and Hector, and tell 'em all to meet me here?

- What's up, Jake? -We're all here.

Good work.

Oh, okay, he's here, too. Uh...

Well, listen, uh... well, you all know I've been trying

to figure out how to invest my nana's money,

and, well, I came to a decision,

but... friend of mine made me realize

it was a stupid decision,

so I came up with a better one.

I'm going to college.

- Wow. Good for you. -Oh, how about that?

So, uh... so when do you start?

Soon as I get to Chicago.

- Chicago? -Yeah, yeah.

I leave tomorrow. I'm going to study business at Northwestern.

A cousin of mine, she's a teacher there,

and she even told me I could stay with her.

- You're leaving? -That's ridiculous.

You can't just walk in here and say

you're leaving and then... leave.

Jake, I'm gonna miss you.

I'm going to miss you, too, but you know what?

I'll be coming back to visit.

No, you won't. People just say that kind of thing

'cause they think it'll make the people

they're leaving behind feel better.

Well, it doesn't.

At least he didn't break it to us over dinner.

- What? -Noth I ng.

Jake, Jake, who am I going to talk to all day

when you leave, and-and-and what about the newsstand?

I'll just have to find somebody else to run it, you know?

Someone who's qualified.

Maybe somebody with a Harvard MBA.

Those guys get all the jobs.

Oh, you mean me!

Really?

Yeah, I think we can work something out.

- He went to Harvard? -No, no, no, it's a long story.

Cool. I'm a businessman...

with all the candy I can eat.

It's a childhood dream come true.

Thanks, Jake.

All right, you guys, um,

I got a lot of stuff to take care of before I go.

Uh, Jake... I'm really proud of you.

--Good luck.

Thank you.

Yeah, I'm going to miss seeing you every day.

Yeah, Jake, me, too.

Hey, well, hey, listen,

you-you guys can see me any time you want

in the exact same place I've always seen you.

You know, works pretty well.

He's a good kisser.

Yeah?

Okay.

Uh, Mr. Gordon.

I'd better get going.

Well, I'm not gonna kiss you, you know.

I was kind of hoping you wouldn't.

Yeah, well... good luck, buddy.

- I'm going to miss you. -You, too.

Oh, what the hell?

- Oh, hi. -Don't give me that.

I can't wait for Friday.

If you're going to kill me, kill me.

I don't need a last meal.

I know you're breaking up with me.

I thought it was working out,

but if you don't, then just get it over with already

and don't put me through this hell.

Like, don't trot out

some stupid cliché like, "it's not me, it's you,"

'cause at least we agree on that. it is you.

Can I talk now?

Well, I don't know what else there is to say.

I don't want to break up with you.

You don't?

Well, then-then Why'd you ask me out to a nice dinner

in the city on-on a Friday night?

I mean, what was I supposed to think?

Oh, my God.

You were going to propose.

No, I wasn't.

Oh.

Well, then-then-then just-just tell me what's going on.

Nothing's going on. Nothing's going on.

At least I don't think there is.

It's just... I don't know.

You know, it just...

I feel different.

Well, what do you mean, "different"?

Are-are you okay?

Yes, I'm okay! It's...

Or at least I think I am, you know?

I-I-I don't know, I... you know, I just...

Lately, I've been thinking about a lot of things:

you know, my work, my friends... you.

None of it's perfect, but...

n-none of it's exactly horrible, either.

I know I'm flattered.

John, I'm... what are you trying to say?

It's-it's like all the irritating things

that people do, you know, the cutting me off in traffic,

disagreeing with me...

it just doesn't seem to bother me as much.

And then-then tonight, a patient I've been visiting,

Mr. Gordon, he passed away.

- Oh, I'm sorry. -Well, thanks.

I mean, that happens, but the-the...

you know, the point is that he-he was...

You know, he was okay with dying.

I mean, he was able to look back at his life

and-and feel good, you know... content.

And lately, I-l think I...

I think I've been feeling...

kind of that way.

You know, I-l guess what I'm trying to say

is I-l think... I might be...

I don't know, you know...

happy-

wow'!

No wonder you've been so upset.

Oh...

I bet this is really hard for you, isn't it?

Well, it is new.

You-you do understand

that most people work their whole lives to feel happy?

You know, it's considered a good thing.

- I know, I know, and... -Yeah?

I'm dealing with it.

Oh, well, I'll help you any way I can.

Oh, thanks.

I don't know, I guess we just take it one day at a time.

Yeah, right, yeah.

Hey, you moron! What the...?

How would you like it if I took a whiz on your front porch?!

Go pee in the park like everybody else!

Feel better?

Yeah, a little.