All language subtitles for Hotel - S03E19 - Triangles

M -line's going up or down?

Legs like yours deserve as much exposure
as possible. How are you, Christine?

Good. Are you keeping abreast of the
latest trends, Lauren, or an eye on the

front door?

That obvious, huh?

I'm waiting for Neil.

Again? Again.

I'm afraid the combination of charm and
good looks is more than I can resist.

I just hope you know what you're doing.
I do.

Mr. McDermott's on his way. Oh, good.

He knows what happened, doesn't he?

He sent flowers, remember?

Right.

Mr. Benson, nice having you back.
Thanks. Getting to be in my home away

home.

Enjoy your stay.

Now that we're together, I intend to see
that he does.

I've seen that look before.

Five will get you ten, whatever it is.
It'll work out for the best. Ten will

you twenty. They're going to start
calling this place Heartbreak Hotel.

Well, you must be doing something right,
Janet. Hi. He looks great. You think I

was going to let a little surgery get me
down? Not this guy.

As long as he doesn't overdo it. Only
time I missed the Maui Cup race is when

got married.

He dragged me off to Fiji instead.

Different islands, same coconuts.

Don't let her fool you. She's a born
sailor. All that sea air is going to do

wonders. For your complexion. I'm not so
sure about your heart.

She thinks I worry too much. You do.

I'm too young to be a widow.

I'm too young to sit in a rocking chair.

Month of torment.

Don't forget suffering.

The hands of a callous... But adoring...
Bigamous.

I don't know why you put up with me.

Because I'm mad about your hairy chest.

I mean it. About my chest? No.

About you and us.

It really has been six months to the
day.

See how time flies when you're being
indiscreet?

I bet your wife never loved you as much
as I do.

True.

Tell me, Mr. Benson.

Why'd you marry her?

Because I had to. Because of our
families.

What you might call a corporate merger.

Sounds very calculated.

It was.

And it has nothing to do...

The here and now.

Your business meeting this weekend.

Will she be joining you?

Not a chance.

How long have you two been incorporated?

Seven years.

You're not going to wait another seven
to tell her about us. It's not like

you're in love.

I'm in love with you, Ann.

I'm late for a meeting.

This isn't easy, being the other woman.

There is no one else, Lauren.

There's only you.

You gonna spend the whole week looking
at me as if I'm about to keel over?

Did I say anything?

Your eyes did.

Just pace yourself, honey, okay?

Promise.

Now quit worrying.

I worry because I love you, and I'm
afraid of losing you.

I think I still have a few good years
left.

Oh, you know what I mean, Richard.

I'm being selfish. I admit it.

Can't you give up the race just this
once?

Give yourself a little more time.

I work hard and I play hard.

Always have and always will.

Don't you think a triple bypass changes
the rules a little?

Oh, for God's sake, Janice. You make it
sound like they're already carving my

tombstone.

Sweetheart, it's only been four months.

And believe me, I never felt better.

Peter's driving me out to the marina.

Said if he can get a few days off, maybe
he'll crew.

This is the best therapy in the world
for me, Jan.

It's time we put the rest of it behind
us.

Right this way.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's just that every time I look at her,
I get swept away.

No explanation required.

And folks warned us that people in San
Francisco were snobby.

Not to think, Gregory.

I guess we're just not used to city
waves.

Excuse me.

Here you go.

Oh, thank you kindly.

Oh, thank you.

This may not be the honeymoon suite, but
I won't tell her if you don't. I had a

feeling you were newlyweds.

It shows, huh?

Well, it's a look we see a lot of around
here and never get tired of. Best of

luck.

A little bit more.

Well, she sure handles beautifully,
Richard. And she's all mine.

From the keel to the masthead.

There's plenty of room for you, Peter.

And we could sure use another hand.

Well, it's kind of hard to get away
right now. You know, it's our heaviest

convention time.

Suit yourself.

But you better enjoy life now.

This is not a dress rehearsal for the
real thing, you know.

Yeah, but still, you don't want to push
yourself, huh? Oh, come on. That's you,

too.

Janice had a way she'd be pushing me
around in a wheelchair.

That's a wise prerogative to worry.

Even if it's starting to get on my
nerves?

Anyway, the exercise will do me good.

You know yourself better than anyone, as
long as you don't think it'll be too

much of a strain.

On my heart of my marriage, the
cardiologist told me I can resume my

life. The operation is the path.

San Francisco to Kahului Bay is the
future.

You must be the unthinkable Richard
Copeland. No, I'm the occasionally

Peter McDermott. Here's your skipper.

I'm sorry, I'm new to the club.

Beverly Wilder. Hi.

I'm terrible with names, but I never
forget a face.

What can I do for you?

Well, I'm with the race committee.

I have your entry form, starting times,
and there's some pre -race info about

the party.

The most hazardous leg of the journey,
they say.

I hope you'll come.

Sounds like an offer I can't refuse.

Terrific.

It's easy to be objective.

You're not the one who's in love. But
you're too smart to be the other woman.

What if he's just using you?

Has it occurred to you that I might be
using him? You just said you're in love.

I am.

Deeply, irrevocably.

Adulterously.

Christine, he has a loveless marriage.

It was more of a business arrangement
than anything else. And he has promised

get a divorce. The timing's not right
just yet.

I'm sorry if I'm being outspoken, but
you asked for my opinion, and... And you

don't have to apologize.

If your friends can't tell you the
truth, who can?

No, thank you.

So, will you have lunch with us
tomorrow?

Oh, I'd like to, but... Oh, come on.

I've been yakking about Neil Benson for
six months, and here you are, making a

value judgment. You haven't even met the
man.

I guess I could juggle my schedule.

Get a date.

I think you know the bonds of extension.

Easy. Now, that's definitely hitting
below the belt.

Anyway, Peter's busy.

I've been putting off meeting Neil, but
I finally ran out of excuses.

You know how it is. There's nothing
worse than hitting the wheel.

Well, didn't I meet Lauren at your
place? Yeah, just as if you're

I bet mine. It's Peter's busy anyway,
right?

Okay, I'll meet you there.

Bye. Thanks.

Here's the guest list for media tech.

Okay. Oh, and here are the figures. You
have to double check.

Christine Francis.

Hello, Miss Francis. This is Mr.
McGraw's secretary.

Yes, I'm calling to confirm our rooms
and the names for the media tech sales

conference.

Oh, yes. I just got the list.

Let's see.

Mr. and Mrs. McGraw, of course. Mr.

and Mrs.

Tarkington. Mr.

Benson.

That's Neil Benson, isn't it?

Yes.

Will Mr.

Benson's wife be joining him?

Mrs. Benson?

His wife.

There is no Mrs. Benson.

Although I am personally working on
changing that.

There's going to come a day when Mr.
Benson's going to realize that a

bachelorhood's not all it's cooked up to
be.

Honey, please, I don't want you crying.

I can't help it, Eddie. What are we
going to do?

We got problems, ma 'am. Big problems.

We went on the boat ride around the bay.
And somebody sailed off with our

suitcases. Took all of our clothes and
our money. Even our marriage license.

Your luggage was stolen out of your
room?

And I'm sure that we double -locked the
door, ma 'am.

Mr. Griffin's in charge of security.

I'm Eddie Haywood.

My wife, Jean.

Here we are, starting off our honeymoon.
Everything was in those bags.

Even our tickets home.

Now, why don't you folks come with me to
my office?

Now, the first thing we'll do is fill
out a police report.

Don't worry.

We'll get your luggage back.

After all, St. Gregory has to perform a
miracle a week to earn his way.

The weather's shaping up for the race.

If you came along, I'd bet you'd calm
the waters.

Aren't you being romantic?

Here, let me help you with those.

Sierra still gives you an appetite.

Well, I'm getting hungry about a minute.

Then why don't we have some dinner?

It'll keep. What I want is right here.

Easy, darling.

No, don't be easy. Come on, love me.
Just love me.

Relax. What do you think I'm doing? It's
all right, honey. It doesn't matter.

Since when?

You've had major surgery, darling.

I'm not under the knife anymore. I'm
just under the gun.

Don't. You'll just make yourself upset.

You afraid I'll have another heart
attack?

Maybe that's what our problem's all
about.

Instead of treating me like an invalid,
isn't it about time you started treating

me like a man?

What have you got?

Cold lobster salad.

Breast of capon.

Don't I wish.

Peanut butter and jelly.

I have to look at another ham and Swiss
cheese sandwich.

I don't know why we're complaining.

Look at those poor kids. One minute
they're on their honeymoon, the next

someone's lowering the boom.

I wonder if Billy's found anything yet.

Hi, honey. Hi, Julie.

Hi. Any news on the Haywood's luggage?

I haven't heard anything yet.

I sure wish there was something we could
do for him.

You're really talking to the police.

Finding a set of missing luggage isn't
exactly a top priority.

Yeah, but there's got to be something we
can do to help him out.

What if we... Go ahead, you first.

I was just thinking maybe we could take
up a little collection.

That's exactly what I was going to say.

How's that sound, Dave?

Like the true spirit of St. Gregory.

And after all, how many honeymoons does
a person get to go on?

I wouldn't know.

Maybe if I learn how to make something
other than ham and Swiss cheese

sandwiches.

I thought you were supposed to sniff the
cork.

Just an affectation.

Like pretending to be someone you're
not?

High -spirited. Like the company.

But a little shaky at the finish.

Are we going to drink it or enter it in
the Kentucky Derby?

That's very good.

I'm going to have to watch out for you.

The line forms at the rear.

I feel like there's more going on here
than meets the eye.

It's such a beautiful room.

Maybe you can reserve it for your sales
conference banquet.

Good idea.

I just confirmed all your reservations.

I think it's so nice that the wives get
to come, too.

Someone has to keep an eye on the
husbands.

I need to take the shine off my nose.

Join me?

Sure.

Excuse me.

Hi.

They say the longer you live with
someone, the harder it is to figure them

Isn't it supposed to be the other way
around?

You've been single too long, Peter.
That's your problem.

You want to talk about yours?

Sure. A revamped ticker and a wife who
does not believe in the miracle of

surgery. You had a scare.

But so did she. You have to be patient
with her. I have been.

It just seems to get worse.

It's one thing to hold doors open for me
or to carry out the garbage, but it's

going way beyond that.

Come on. It's only been a few months.

Give her some time.

She'll calm down.

She's too calm. That's the whole point.

You want me to spell it out?

I'm not an old man, Peter.

But the minute we start to make love,
that's exactly the way she makes me

Waiter!

Okay, I want the truth and nothing but
the truth.

What was going on out there?

Lauren, this is kind of difficult.

No kidding.

Any more friction, the tablecloth would
have caught fire.

Why can't you at least try to like him?
I do.

I mean, I did.

Actually, I want to. I just can't.

Christine, I knew what I was getting
into when I met him.

Most men would never have said they were
married.

That's what I love about Neil. He's so
upfront.

About his loveless marriage?

To Marcia.

The beast that she is.

Or isn't.

Why? You've met her?

No one has.

Lauren, she doesn't exist.

He made her up.

What are you saying?

His partner's secretary called yesterday
to confirm the bookings for the sales

conference.

There is no Mrs. Neal Benson.

There never was.

Why would he lie to me?

Why would he make it all up? I don't
know.

Wait a minute.

I'm free to marry him.

No, I think I'll kill him first.

Why not just let him go?

And let him off the hook as you'll be
swinging from?

How could he lie to me, Christine?

He has a rich fantasy life.

Sure. And he fantasized that I was an
idiot.

Oh, and dumb me. Oh, I played the part
that they held.

Only now, you and I are going to put on
our own little play.

Here's another ten for the Haywood Fund.
Oh, that's great. That makes almost 50

bucks. Any luck finding the suitcases?

I've put out traces.

I haven't heard anything. We're going to
keep looking.

You really think somebody just walked
out the door with their suitcases?

That's what I'm afraid of.

It's a shame, isn't it?

The kids, they're on their honeymoon,
too.

Well, at least we're doing something.

See you, Billy. See you.

No, don't worry.

No, we're going to make it home somehow.

If the worst comes to worst, why, we can
always stick out our thumb.

Any leads?

I'm sorry.

I just spoke to my folks, and things are
really rough at home, too.

I didn't have the heart to ask them for
anything.

Well, now you won't have to.

We're taking the collection.

So far, 50 bucks, and that's just the
beginning.

The wife and I, we appreciate everything
you've done for us, Mr. Griffin.

But we can't take any money from you
all.

Come on.

Is that any way to talk to family?

The only way you could slow her down
would be to tie a garbage can to her

And not only is she fast, she's
incredibly responsive.

He's at his element, huh?

His vote is called a priority.

I think that says it all.

It's his first love.

Kind of a hard act to follow.

He's not looking for a competitor, Jan.
He's looking for a partner.

Richard, I was just talking to the
commodore of the club. He thinks you're

odds -on favor to bring the cup home.

I never make predictions.

I do.

I thought someone in the galley at
Skipper could get mighty hungry out

You applying for the job?

Maybe you'd like to sample my cooking
first.

Why? When we have the chef from St.
Gregory at our disposal?

My wife, Janice.

Beverly Wilder.

Your husband is quite a yachtsman. I'm
putting my money on him.

As long as that's all.

Janice. I enjoy the spirit of
competition.

It always brings out the best in me.

My thing against you.

What the hell is the matter with you?
You don't even know the girl.

The girl is a three -time divorcee with
an appetite for married men.

At least she's hungry for something.

I know you're dedicated to this place,
my man, but didn't you have the day

shift?

I don't get to see the guys on night
duty very often. It's good for morale.

Yeah, but you're not fooling anyone.

You're expanding that fundraising drive,
aren't you?

For the Haywoods. They're really sweet
kids.

Yeah, but Mrs. Cabot is not happy about
not being told.

Oh, brother.

I didn't realize... Well, she knows
everything that goes on around here,

remember?

Anyway, she told the maitre d' that all
their meals are on the house.

What's the matter?

My erogenous zones are taking the night
off.

I don't understand. I thought this trip
was supposed to be nothing but magic.

Then here's the first of many tricks to
come.

My famous disappearing act.

Now you see me, now you don't.

Lauren!

Hello. Is that to you or Laurie, baby?

It's Neil, baby.

Hold on.

It's for you.

This is Lauren.

This is the voice from your past, like
this afternoon.

Now?

No, I don't think I have any plans.

Lauren, we were spending the evening
together.

Sweetheart, it's one of my vendors.

Oh, I'd love to see your new line.

And I'd love to hear his.

Can I say goodbye now?

Oh.

Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.

You're such a dear.

Ciao.

I feel like a traitor to my fellow man.
This wasn't my idea. Well, you got me

into this.

What is he?

Into Italian ready to wear?

Whoever Bobby is, he certainly picked a
strange hour to conduct business.

Well, you know how your hands are.

Maybe he's still on Rome time.

Night, lover.

I shouldn't be too late.

Embarrassed me? You embarrassed
yourself.

Like hell I did. Learning with half the
women there, why are you so starved for

attention? Damn right I am.

Every time I turn around, you're
hovering over me with this worried look.

my wife, not my nursemaid. Then why did
you start treating me like one?

If that's supposed to be some kind of a
crack about... I don't understand what's

happening to us.

You're all that I think about, all
that's important to me. Maybe you should

start worrying about our marriage
instead of the state of my health.

There's nothing wrong with our marriage.

Stop deluding yourself. You get into
bed, you've got about as much animation

a fence post.

No wonder I can't get turned on.

How can you be so cruel?

I'm scared of hurting you. You just went
through a triple bypass.

My arteries were clogged, not my libido!

Please! It's only because I love you!

That's not love, Janice.

That's a death sentence.

Richard, please.

Richard, please don't excite yourself.

Every time I get interested in sex, you
throw a wet blanket over me.

You know what?

I was blaming myself, but I'm not
anymore. The only one who's made me

is you.

Morning.

You're in early. I got a full schedule
today.

What's this?

You know you never bother with
breakfast, so...

Go ahead.

I won't tell anyone.

You shouldn't be tempting me like this.

Go ahead.

For a man your age, I think you're doing
fine.

I'd like to say the same about Lauren.

My age? What age is that?

Peter, everyone knows you're in your
prime.

Well, poor Lauren gets to the scraps.

I thought you said Lauren was madly in
love.

With someone who's terrified of making
commitment.

Well, some guys are like that.

Hard to understand.

Thank goodness that's never been your
problem.

Of course not. I'm in my prime.

It's a simple question, Lauren.

Where were you all night?

You're taking such proprietary interest
in me, Neil. I don't know if that's so

healthy.

I stayed up half the night calling, and
when you didn't answer, I stayed up the

rest of the night worrying.

No wonder you're so testy. You must have
been dialing the wrong number.

All night.

You're sweet to worry, but I'm late.

For chow, Bobby baby?

A head buyer's life is never dull.

Well, how about meeting me for
breakfast?

We really have to talk.

I wish I could, but I'm previewing a
line of full -figure separates. Maybe

would be interested.

You leave my wife out of this.

No.

You were supposed to do that.

What?

Morning.

Is there enough there for two?

Sure.

They're supposed to have a second cup
anyway, you know that.

I'm sorry if I overreacted.

Oh, it really doesn't matter.

You don't want to talk about it? Fine
with me.

This isn't us sniping at each other.

There's been misunderstandings all
around.

Hey, it's all right.

It's forgotten.

Why don't we spend the day together?

You still haven't gotten your supplies
yet. Between the two of us, we could get

a lot done.

Sorry, but I'm going out on the boat
with Peter.

Well, I can meet you there.

Fix everyone lunch?

Thanks, but I don't think we'll have the
time.

Chocolate. Cherry, please. No,
chocolate.

Cherry. Chocolate.

One of each. Take a look at this.

Airline tickets?

Dave, you remembered, you sweetheart.

The man's the prince, isn't he?

Paris, right?

He's been promising me Europe ever since
we got married.

Sorry, but these are only going as far
as Little Rock, Arkansas.

The travel agency in the arcade donated
them.

But they would, so they can get back
home.

Everyone's certainly been generous,
haven't they?

Yeah, there's going to be a little party
for them later. Sort of a bon voyage.

And you didn't really think these were
for us, did you?

Hope brings eternal.

Oh, no, thanks. I can't stay.

The desk had this important message for
Lauren. I thought she'd be here with

you. So did I.

Maybe she got held up with a client.

Everything all right? Yeah, fine.

You?

Oh, moving right along.

Actually, Christine,

can we talk?

Sorry I'm so late.

That knitwear manufacturer is a real
charm of the time. Just got away.

Oh, before I forget, the desk said he
was very persistent.

He?

Oh, this is terribly embarrassing, but I
have to run. I'm sorry.

Don't tell me. More business?

What are you reading over my shoulder?

Let's not get into this in front of
Christine, all right?

I've got to get going, too.

Business always comes first. You taught
me that yourself.

I'll make it up to you. I promise.

When? Soon.

Are you sure you know what you're doing?
No.

Then why don't you just tell him the
truth? Tell him that you know

I love him, Christine.

I don't know what the reason is for his
pretend marriage.

But by the time I'm finished, he's going
to want a real one.

To me.

Looks like you bought out Union Square.

Oh, I found this wonderful leather
jacket for Richard.

You're back early, aren't you?

Huh?

Weren't you on the boat with him this
morning?

Well, right. Yeah, I just came back to
take care of some business.

Unfinished business, like I have.

Only I don't have anyone to talk to,
Peter.

Well, you have me.

How long have we been friends?

Well, long enough to know you're in
trouble.

It's like going from one battlefield to
the next.

Ever since his operation, he just hasn't
been the same.

Well, you get a taste of mortality, it
pulls you up short.

No, it's not that.

I think he's even having an affair with
someone.

You're jumping to conclusions.

No, I'm not.

I don't even think he loves me anymore.
And it's not all my fault, it really

isn't. Well, no one's blaming you,
besides the bypass was a success.

I don't mean his heart.

I mean his soul, his sense of self.

We haven't made love in months.

Oh, well, sometimes there are medical
reasons.

No, no, it's all up here.

I get scared, then he gets scared.

Then he gets angry.

I feel as impotent as he does.

Is he still taking any medication?

No, not anymore. The doctors ruled that
out.

Talk to him, please.

I love him.

Well,

I'm not great at making speeches, but
I'll keep this short.

On behalf of all of us here at the St.
Gregory, we're glad we could be of help.

So, let's see what we've got here.

A pair.

A airline ticket.

I still haven't given up on the Eiffel
Tower.

Plus... $250.

Yay!

Well, I never thought that strangers
could be so kind.

Only... You're not strangers anymore.

So y 'all come on down to Arkansas and
see us. You hear?

Mr. and Mrs. Haywood.

San Francisco Chronicle. The St.
Gregory's keeping intact its reputation

happy endings.

How do you feel about all this?

He's shy.

We're real grateful.

It's like a miracle come true.

It sure is. Excuse us.

I know you're in there, Lauren.

Neil!

What are you doing here?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe it just wanted
to meet Bobby.

Did you follow me? All right.

Where is he?

Do you know where the toothpaste is?

What can I say?

I'm sorry.

You're Bobby.

It's kind of a nickname.

Suits you.

You have no right to be jealous.

As a matter of fact, you have no rights
at all.

You're a married man.

What did I do, Mark?

I was trying to get even with him.

And all I've done is lose him for good.

I haven't been racing much lately, have
you?

Just making up for lost time.

I hope I can keep up.

I just passed Beverly Wilder. So?

So I guess my timing is lousy, huh?

Okay, Peter, I had to prove something.

And did you?

Damn right.

Good, then it follows there's nothing
wrong with you and Janice.

I don't know what she told you. Only
that she loves you, and I know you well

enough to know you feel the same way.

I do.

But what kind of marriage is it without
sex?

You just said that's not your problem.

It's not.

It's hers.

The only problem Janice has is
convincing you how much she cares.

Is that supposed to make me feel guilty?

That's what we usually feel when we hurt
someone we love, huh?

Johnny, my saw is in a wine spritzer.

Mark was right.

I went overboard.

Got the job done.

I know.

Then he walked out, and suddenly I
realized I wanted to walk out with him.

If Neil hasn't checked out yet, why
don't you knock on his door?

He did on yours.

And tell him what?

That you love him.

Better yet, tell him you had a long
heart -to -heart with Marcia, after

you put her on a plane to Reno, which
got lost at sea.

Or... somewhere in the high Sierras,
leaving Neil a widower and me an

bride. Oh, you're brilliant, Christine.

I just hope McDermott realizes what a
gem you are.

I'm working on it.

Billy, you see the evening paper?

The Chronicle wrote a beautiful story
and made me feel proud of our whole

I'm sure the Haywoods feel pretty good,
too.

What is it? What's the matter?

Well, it seems Mr.

Hay would have the kind of face no one
forgets. This photo they printed?

He's so popular, I've already gotten two
phone calls. One from a hotel in Lake

Tahoe, the other a bed and breakfast
place in Santa Rosa.

Oh, complimenting us on the way we
handle things?

We're the ones who've been handled,
Mike.

We've been had.

You mean they weren't on their
honeymoon?

They weren't even married.

They've been pulling the same scam up
and down the coast, using a stolen

card. posing as helpless victims.

Damn, and they seem so nice.

I really feel ripped off.

Well, we may have been had, pal, but
let's not let it make us cynical, okay?

I got a question.

Have they checked out yet?

No. They've been too busy changing their
Arkansas tickets for a flight to

Hawaii. Well, perfect.

Let's be there when they say aloha.

How was your day?

Not nearly as eventful as yours.

Did you find another lovely young thing
to keep you feeling strong and manly?

That's not funny, Janet. It wasn't meant
to be.

You don't have to tell me what happened.
I'm not particularly interested anyway.

What makes you so feisty all of a
sudden?

How dare you!

Without me, you'd be lying on a shelf in
the morgue. I was the one who nursed

you back to health.

Who stayed up nights watching you,
afraid that if I didn't, you would never

up.

You're damn right I'm feisty.

I'm sorry.

That's not good enough anymore.

I got scared, Janice. Not just of dying,
but of not being a man anymore.

I know. I got scared, too.

Sweetheart, you can't spend the rest of
your life waiting for me to have another

heart attack because that'll kill me
quicker than a coronary.

I almost lost you.

We almost lost each other.

Let's start living again.

And if my heart starts to race when I
make love to you, I sure as hell hope

yours does too.

I want you now.

Talk about perfect timing.

I was just on my way to your apartment.

Come in.

Why were you coming to see me?

To ask you if you would consider giving
up Bobby. That is...

As long as I... Give up, Marcia.

I went to see her, Neil.

What? She drove up from Palo Alto.

She's charming.

We had drinks across the street and she
poured her heart out to me.

She did?

Mm -hmm.

She's been wanting out of her marriage
to you for years.

Only now she's finally found the
courage.

The inner strength to do something about
it.

Marcia was always very brave.

And very compassionate, Neil.

She's driving to Reno with Bobby to file
for divorce.

Darling, you're a free man.

You're adorable.

Bobby, baby always thought so.

Taxi?

Don't tell me you kids are leaving
without saying goodbye.

Same on you.

Did you hear that, Mark?

You're leaving so soon. Oh, yes, sir,
but we sure had a wonderful time. Y 'all

been real kind.

Well, we aim to please.

Though I don't think county jail has
quite the same philosophy.

Oh, don't be shy.

We all family here.

So how'd everything work out with your
friend Lauren?

True love won again.

What about your boating trouble? Well,
they booked the Moonlight Cruise around

the bay. Oh, how romantic.

How'd that article in tonight's paper
put it?

We're getting quite a reputation for
romanticism? No, they said happy ending.

Oh, they did?

Uh -huh.

Anytime you're ready for the other, just
let me know.