All language subtitles for 10_-_showgirls

Previously on Central Park West. You
don't know the first thing about editing

story. I'm the one that suggested Mark
and had to fight to get him the

assignment. What problem do you have
with me? I appreciate your interest in

I can't return it. I see.

What did you say to Peter? I told him
everything.

We've been sleeping together.

Rachel, calm down. Hi, baby.

Ooh, I wish I was with you right now.

No one's watching but me.

He has cameras in my apartment.

Hey, this guy is sick.

Look, just hold me. I just want to feel
safe for a minute.

Your Prince Charming has turned into a
frog. What?

I hear he's sleeping with Nicky
Sheridan.

The walls are thin, so we have to be
very, very quiet.

The door was locked.

Really? I had no idea.

Hmm.

Yes.

Miss Dennis.

I'm James Clarkson, the hotel manager.

May I?

No. No, you may not.

I was just having my... Inedible though
it is.

Unfortunately, we have a problem. Your
hotel bill currently stands at over $15

,000 and your credit card has been
declined.

Declined?

Well, I mean, there must be some
mistake.

I wish there were.

Fine. I'll charge it to another card.

Yes, well, we have taken the precaution
of running a credit check. I assume

you're aware of what it said.

Let's not be so hasty.

I'm sure that you and I can come to some
sort of understanding.

Miss Dennis, not only do you
underestimate my professionalism, but

overestimate your charms.

How dare you insinuate that I would... I
am thrilled to be leaving here.

You, Mr. Clarkson, are an incompetent
pervert.

And you've crossed the wrong person,
because I am on my way to becoming one

the most important women in New York.

That may be, but at the moment you are
also on your way out the door.

We'll have a taxi waiting.

You

If I'd be waking up in an empty bed, I
never would have given you this

assignment. I have an idea for the lead.
I just want to get it done before I

forget.

Steph, come on. It's the first draft.

Don't you always show me stuff you're
working on? This is different and you

it.

I never believed I'd be saying this, but
I've got to give Carrie credit.

She's been working like a dog.

It's a little weird, though. I keep
wanting to ask you how it's going.

Hey, don't worry. I won't.

You can help me with my research.

I'm going to the Giants game after work,
learning to love the new home team.

I'd love to go.

We're closing the issue. It's always a
late night.

Between your mornings and my nights, we
need a week in the Caribbean.

I'd settle for a couple of hours.

You know what? I heard about this
fantastic place.

It's supposed to be like a country inn
in the city.

Fireplaces, four -poster beds.

I think it's called the old Gramercy
Inn.

You, Mrs. Merrill.

Have yourself a date.

Locking the door.

Very unfriendly. You really know how to
hurt a guy's feelings, you know?

I've had it with your games, Alan. What
you are doing is sick and illegal. And I

have enough evidence against you to
press charges so far where you might

off. Relax. I just came by to give you
this.

My parting gift.

No more gifts, Alan. These, I insist.

An eviction notice?

You're expecting the Hope Diamond?

I don't give baubles to girls for
sleeping with my stepson.

You bastard.

Thank you.

Three days should be enough for you to
get rid of this crap, and then you may

want to hop a Greyhound bus. Go discover
America.

You are not running me out of New York.

You know, this can be a very cold town
for a girl with no bankroll and powerful

enemies. One way or another, I'll get
you for this.

I'm terrified.

Thanks for the message.

This is what happens when you give a
Pulitzer Prize winning author free reign

and $25 ,000 for a piece on the
evolution of the Manhattan male ego.

A 10 ,000 word discourse on the size of
his penis.

Ooh, can I take it home?

Believe me, Carrie, it's a sleep aid,
not an aphrodisiac.

What else have we got in the bank?

What about the Camille Paglia piece?

I don't want to rush her on it. Besides,
I'm trying to convince her to make it

part of a series. I got a set piece from
the new Spike Lee movie.

Any good?

To be honest, not great on its third
rewrite.

Well, there's always Mark's piece.

By the end of the week, I think that's
pushing it.

Actually, I happen to know Mark's
already started writing.

Well, I wouldn't want to pressure him.

I'm going to count on him, unless you
tell me otherwise.

Thanks, everyone.

This is one article I'll actually read.

All I can say is I'm glad she's not your
type, because she certainly is mine.

Look, if you're happy, then I'm stunned.

You know what? Let's have dinner
tonight, the four of us. I don't know if

such a good idea. For one thing, Alex
isn't really crazy about Rachel.

It's different now she's with me.

Come on, it'll be my treat. Okay.

Eight o 'clock, the zinc bar, and I'll
be having lobster.

Hey, I was just about to call you.

What are you doing down here?

Peter, we have to talk.

What's wrong?

I had a really interesting interview
yesterday with Alan.

Oh, yeah, the story he promised.

Anything worth running?

I'm not sure.

Would you like to hear it?

Alex, what's this about?

Tell me, before you slept with Nicky
Sheridan, did you tell her you loved

too? Or is that some special routine you
made up just for me?

That's what he told you?

And you believe him?

I don't know.

Is it true?

Is it?

Alex, you've got to understand the
circumstances.

Oh, I understand them perfectly. It's
that you can do whatever you please to

anyone, anytime.

She came to me for help. Is every female
a charity case to you, Peter, in need

of one of your donations?

You want to let me explain? No.

God, what a jerk I was thinking we
actually had something special.

You know, I seem to remember a girl who
once told me that we should forgive each

other one mistake.

That girl was an idiot.

This one isn't.

I want to thank you for meeting me on
such short notice.

It's always a pleasure to buy a
beautiful woman lunch.

Especially when my name is on her
picture.

Hello?

What's the big emergency?

Well, it's not an emergency exactly.

Just an egregious abuse of editorial
power.

Ratting on Stephanie Wells again, are
we?

I'm just looking out for your interest.

Mine?

I think you have your pronouns confused.

Mr. Rush, I know how much you abhor
nepotism. Yet despite your unwritten

against it, Stephanie Wells has offered
a cover story to her husband.

Has she?

His previous journalistic credit
consists of an article on fly fishing in

and Stream.

Not exactly Pulitzer material.

And worse yet, just this morning,
Stephanie actually yanked an article by

-selling author who has won a Pulitzer
so that she can give her husband's story

better placement.

Glad you told me this.

Well, it's the sort of bad public
relations that can sink a magazine.

And its editor -in -chief?

Well, you would know best about that.

Anyway,

I won't take up any more of your
valuable time.

Thank you.

Why don't I see a computer in sight?

Come here.

Today we really have to focus on the
article.

Carrie, that's 5 ,000 words. I can do it
in my sleep.

I just can't stop you, can I?

As long as I have an excuse to be with
you, I'm going to take advantage of it.

You should be staying this time at work.

I am.

Right now, I'm at the Giants game.

Bill, when you're having dinner with
people, it's right to wait for them.

Call me Peter.

Consider this a lesson in discipline.

You need to practice.

Hey. Hey.

You look like hell.

Next work on tanked.

Where's Alex?

She's not going to make it tonight.

Oh, what a shame. Why not?

We broke up today.

You did?

Right. I know what this really is.

Round four of the Bartoli -Fairchild
love match.

By this time tomorrow, you'll be back
together again.

No, we won't. I guarantee it.

But you two are so well suited.

I can't imagine what went wrong.

I'd rather not discuss it. In fact,
you'd both be doing me an enormous favor

never mentioning her name again.

Well, all right, Peter, if you insist.

What is it? What a word to me on the
taxi ride home.

Have you been struck dumb?

I'm surprised you even noticed with your
mind racing around Peter and Alex.

Come on, Rachel, I know what you're
thinking.

Gil, today you know what I'm thinking.
The earth will stand still.

What are you saying?

You're not interested in him anymore?

Well, if I were, what would I be doing
here?

You mean, between me and Peter, I'm the
one you really want?

Not if we continue playing this paranoid
version of 20 questions.

I just want to know where I stand.

Well, let me illuminate you.

Let's go back to your hotel. We can do
it on the terrace.

Some other time.

For tonight, this dump will do.

No.

I'm not always going to live here.

Someday I'm going to have a penthouse.

A place that will blow your mind.

And then maybe you'll move in with me.

Maybe then.

Maybe even sooner.

What happened?

Can't go into overtime?

Traffic.

Took an hour just getting out of the
stadium parking lot.

So how was it?

Who won?

Shh. We can talk in the morning.

Did you take anyone?

No. I asked a couple people at school,
but everyone was tied up.

You smell pretty good, bro. I managed to
spend three hours in a football

stadium. Do I?

Come here.

I'm sorry, I'm just beat.

Let me revive you.

Yes.

Maybe in the morning.

No, we're always in such a rush in the
morning. We'll get up extra early.

Alex, I know how you feel. Consider it a
change of pace.

Have you spoken to John about this?

Because it sounds a lot more like a
demotion.

Reporting who wore what and repeating
vapid party chatter?

It's the sort of pap Lisa Monroe puts in
her column. Why can't she cover this

fancy fundraiser? She can.

She doesn't have an in.

And I do?

Definitely. The chairwoman is Linda
Rush.

Take some notes, make nice to the
guests. Who knows, maybe you'll stumble

real story.

Come on, Ben, it's not my beat.

Alex. You're dating the hostess's son.
It's not like you're not going to be

there already.

As a matter of fact, you're wrong on
both counts.

I am?

Well, what happened?

Oh.

He dumped you, huh?

Actually, it was the other way around.

You're better off.

Oil and water, as they say.

Any plans to put it in print?

None whatsoever.

That's how I got in this mess in the
first place.

Personally, if I were in your shoes, I'd
want to show the guy I was doing just

fine without him.

Anything to get me to this party, eh,
Ben?

Take the afternoon off.

Buy yourself a dress, get your hair
done. When Peter Fairchild sees you

I want him to suffer.

And know he made a big mistake.

One that I'm going to make sure he
regrets.

I have a benefit tonight.

Not that I need an excuse to shop.

I think tips.

White's striking on you.

Red, it's this year's black.

No, I need something really special.

Really special.

Like this.

I'll try this on.

Linda, I wouldn't even bother.

Your husband won't even bother for you.

Alan bought me a suit.

A few days ago, we had it delivered to
his office.

But in spoil of the price.

Oh, don't worry.

When I see it, I'll be surprised.

I'll take it.

Give him Bombich.

Oh, I've never known you to buy in bulk
before.

This is an exceptional suit.

Wow, an editor who actually edits.

These days, that's almost an
anachronism. Camille Polly, his first

So far, it's fabulous.

Bully for you. I bet you say that about
all your writers, especially our latest

freelancer. Was it Mark Wells?

His name is Mark Merrill. Ah. And you're
right.

I always look forward to reading his
work.

I hope your readers do, too. Because
aside from sleeping with his boss, I

to see how he rates the byline here.

I hired Mark because of his talent.

So that's not only an outrageous slander
of him, but a personally offensive

remark about me.

Bravo.

She finds her claws at last.

Maybe. But unlike some people, Alan, I
don't get my kicks from showing them.

Don't worry.

You will.

I just don't want it to look so office
-y. You know, I was thinking more

couches, more chairs.

I don't even think I need the desk.

Not now. I'm busy.

As am I.

I need to talk to you.

Give us a minute, but don't go anywhere.

So, what's your designing?

A fold -out bed for your rated
conference?

Get to the point, assuming there is one.

I know all about you and Mark, and I'm
this close to telling Stephanie, too.

So, who's stopping you?

You're bluffing.

Well, maybe I am, but there's only one
way to find out.

You really think Stephanie's going to be
grateful for your information?

Oh, but please go ahead. I'd love to see
her shoot the messenger.

Just so you know, your secrets are not
safe with me.

Of course not.

Just hunting for new gallery space now
that I'm being dispossessed.

Just so you know, I was going to call
you as soon as I worked up the courage.

Nikki, I'm sorry about what happened.
Not as sorry as I am for not telling you

that it was Alan.

Even as I involved you in the whole ugly
thing.

And now, after the other night, I just
hope it doesn't affect our friendship.

But considering who my enemy is, I need
all of the friends I can get.

You've got me, Nikki.

You know that.

And I would really hate for Alice to
find out.

It doesn't matter. She already has.

You told her?

Alan beat me to it.

He must have had me followed.

Peter, I want you to tell her the truth
about me.

The affair with Alan, everything.

If she knows, maybe she'll understand.

I doubt it. Knowing her, you'd end up on
page one of the Globe.

And it's over between you?

It's not your fault. This was just the
last straw.

Listen, are you free tonight?

My mother's hosting this big benefit.

You'd ask me to be in the same room with
Alan?

Nikki, if you crawl under a rock, he
wins. Show up and let him know you're

afraid.

All right.

I will.

And I know just what I'll be wearing.

Linda, come on!

Relate to your own party.

Well, what do you think?

They look great.

They always do.

Why, thank you.

It's new, you know.

White suits me, though I seldom wear it,
not even at our wedding, remember?

White is for virgins, and you had two
kids. Come on. And you bought this same

suit for someone else.

You know, maybe if you had a real job,
you'd have real problems instead of

make -believe melodramas you concoct in
your head. Come on. I don't know who she

is, but when I find her, and I will,
I'll make her sorry you two ever met.

Shall we?

Gil, I do hope you're not going to do
anything as tacky as ask my boss to

reimburse us.

No.

I was thinking of sneaking home some of
these glasses. That is, if they meet

your standards.

Thank you.

How long have you two been together?

Not long.

Took me a while to realign.

How flattering. I sound like a trout.

Well, I meant it was your major catch.

I must say, it does look especially
fetching tonight.

Your wife, of course.

I think she looks amazing.

What's her secret?

You're looking at it.

I wonder where Carrie is.

Has anyone seen her?

Oh, there she is.

Looks like vampires found her next
victim.

Good for her.

I should be doing the same thing.

There's so much money in this place, I
feel like I'm getting a contact high.

Well, don't just stand there, darling.

Work the room.

You know, I think I should work in a
bit, too.

See ya.

I

don't

believe I've had the pleasure.

Yes, you have.

Several times.

Alex, I didn't expect to see you here.

Obviously. So your stepfather was right.
You do hit on anything that moves.

Just show up to get your digs in?

Oh, I forgot. The whole world revolves
around you.

Well, brace yourself, Peter. You're in
for a shock.

I'm here on business, not to see you.

So if I were you, I'd stay out of my
way.

With pleasure.

are. Rachel, hi.

Where's Gil?

Hitting up some unsuspecting guests for
their money.

You know, you're wise to keep yours out
of his reach.

Am I?

Look, I don't mean to be derogatory.
It's just one should separate the

from the professional.

I mean, you understand that.

So do I.

I don't believe Alex Bartoli did.

I'd say that's an understatement.

And I have to say I have the world's
worst timing.

Just when I start saying Gil, you become
a free man again.

Rachel, let's get one thing straight.

There never was, is, or will be anything
between us.

Well, you certainly are straightforward
this evening.

Maybe that's because Gil's my best
friend, so no more conversations like

with me or anyone else.

Do you think I'm blind?

What? The second I walk away, your Peter
Fairchild radar turns on and kicks in.

I am warning you, Rachel. I won't stand
for it.

If I know Peter, neither will he. Well,
that is very apparent, given what he

just said when I asked him to invest
with you.

You did?

Yeah, well, don't get excited, darling.

Scrooge was more eager to part with his
pennies. You know, for someone to call

himself your best friend, when it comes
to cash, you might as well be a

stranger.

Gary, I need to talk to you.

I'm sure whatever it is it can wait.
Now.

Where are we going? I need some air.

Let's go.

Who was that guy anyway?

Why do you care?

I just didn't like the way he was coming
on to you, that's all.

You know, there must be a mistake
because you're confusing me with your

Does that clarify things for you?

God, you look so beautiful tonight.

Thank you.

Maybe I should include this in my story.

Best place to escape a doll party.

Listen, sweetheart.

Why don't you be a good little spouse
and spread it back to Stephanie?

You know your job would be great.

Just trying to honor your marriage vow.

When am I going to see you again?

You're a desperate man. You'll figure it
out.

I think the plaza has the most elegant
ballroom in New York.

Excuse me a second, will you, Bonnie?

What the hell are you doing here?

What better place to show off your
beautiful gift?

Well, what do you think?

Get your ass out of here before I really
make your life a living hell.

I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Are you
threatening me?

Nikki.

What a surprise.

Linda.

Well.

It seems we have the same taste in
clothes.

In clothes and in men.

Excuse me a moment, ladies.

Not so fast.

You're not going anywhere.

Tell me, does Alan have you on
allowance?

He's notoriously stingy.

But I imagine you drive a hard bargain,
judging from the way you dealt with my

Renoir. I swear I never said a word.

You expect me to believe a two -faced
sociopath is scaling the social ladder

her back?

Isn't that how you did it, Linda?

Stay away from my husband and my son.

Harry, this is a surprise.

It certainly is.

Is there anything that you want to tell
me?

I'm sure you know it all by now.

I do.

I just wish that you'd been the one to
tell me.

You are my best friend.

And Alan is your stepfather, so I'm sure
you understand.

Besides, I was afraid of what you would
think.

Just that it was temporary insanity.

Alan?

Like I told Peter, it was a huge
mistake.

And I'm paying.

Believe me.

Alan just gave me three days to get out.

Everything that I've worked so hard for
is gone.

I'm sorry, Nikki.

I keep telling myself, it's better this
way.

But the truth is, I'm terrified.

I have no idea what I'm going to do.

I do.

He needs to be taught a lesson.

I don't think he realizes how dangerous
he can be.

And you don't realize that I'm his worst
nightmare.

But you will.

And so will he.

Word is, you had front row seats for the
fireworks last night.

Sorry? Oh, come on. It's all over town.

Alan Rush's wife and girlfriend show up
in the same suit, at the same benefit,

and practically claw each other to
death.

I don't suppose you got the girlfriend's
name. My sources are my sources, and

that's how they say.

That is your philosophy, isn't it, Lisa?

So, who is she? Nikki Sheridan. She runs
a she -she art gallery down in Soho.

Who's your source?

Me. I saw the whole thing. I just wish I
had a photographer when Linda Rush

doused her with a glass of red wine.

It was a real Kodak moment.

This is Donald Marlon Ivana on the
slopes of Aspen all over again.

Wait, it gets better.

Not only is Nicky Sheridan doing the
husband, she's also bedding the son.

Whoa, whoa.

Hold on a minute.

I'm beginning to wonder why you're so
hot to write this.

No, come on, Ben. It's all true.

We may not be the New York Times, but
this paper prints stories, not

You almost got us sued for libel once.
I'd rather not take that chance again.

What are you saying? You're not going to
use this at all? Give it to Lisa. We'll

print it as a blind item.

No way. This is my story. It belongs on
the front page, and you know it.

What I know is I need more than your
word.

Photographs, hotel receipts, taped
interviews, something solid.

Fine. You'll have them.

Then you'll have a front page story.

Thanks, Mother, for coming on such short
notice.

You were very mysterious on the phone.

What is it that you, uh...

Just hadn't to see me about.

Nikki Sheridan.

I see.

That subject is not open for discussion.

You're not thinking this through.

Don't even try to defend her. She may be
your friend.

But she's having an affair with my
husband.

Which is over, by the way.

Besides, Nikki's not the one who's the
enemy. Alan is.

Did you know he owns her gallery space?

Well, he's kicked her out and he's
trying to blackball her all over town.

You expect me to be sympathetic?

No.

I know you're hurting.

But you're looking at a golden
opportunity staring you right in the

What are you talking about?

Believe it or not, Nikki's hurting too.

And under the circumstances, I'm sure
she'd be more than willing to share all

sorts of juicy tidbits.

The kind that could make you a very,
very wealthy divorcee.

The way your mind works, it's positively
Machiavellian.

What can I say?

You raised me well.

Why don't we take our drinks out to the
parents?

Okay, that was delicious.

I'd ask for the recipes, but what would
be the point?

I would kill to see you slaving over a
hot stove.

You know, when I first got married, my
husband asked me what I wanted for a

wedding gift.

I said, cook.

Will you excuse me for a second? I just
got an idea for my story. I want to go

make a quick note.

I'm deadlining a different man.

Hello?

I cannot stop thinking about you. I have
to see you tonight.

Who is this?

I'll be there as soon as I can, probably
around midnight.

Ooh, we are living dangerously.

I say stay out of it. It's none of your
business.

You have a responsibility to your
friend.

What did I miss?

Rachel was just saying that she has an
ethical dilemma.

Yeah, a friend of mine, someone I'm
quite close to, doesn't know her

having an affair.

The question is, how do you know?

Maybe you're wrong.

Oh, no. No, he's been quite obvious
about it.

The paradox is, it seems that he's also
in love with his wife.

He couldn't be.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be capable of
doing this to her.

Interesting. What do you think, Mark?

I think you can't possibly know what's
going on inside someone's head.

You see, like I said, stay out of it.

All right, I will.

At least for now.

I'm going to go inside and get some more
cognac.

I happen to have got him well trained.

One, three.

Finishing the article?

We need it by this afternoon.

I'm finishing it now, Steph.

Great. I'll take a copy with me when I
leave. No, I... I have to bring it to

Carrie first. Now, would you mind
leaving me in peace so I can finish

Boy, I should get a sign.

Danger, writer on deadline.

Careful with that one. All right, easy.

How sad.

You have to leave your perfect space.

Linda, I know you didn't come here to
express your sympathy.

No, I didn't.

A check?

That should cover your next six months'
rent.

You're going to back me.

What's the catch?

You were very close to my husband.

Surely you kept some mementos of your
liaison.

Gifts, photos, hotel receipts.

Perhaps you even overheard a useful
conversation or two concerning his

dealings. You want me to give you
evidence against him?

A rather crude but accurate way of
putting it.

In exchange, you'll have funding for
your gallery.

And the satisfaction of burying a man
who made your life difficult.

Do you have a deal?

Fine.

Just for the record.

That's all that it is.

Understood.

And Linda.

I am sorry.

Just get the information.

Carrie, where were you last night?

Oh, so now I think we've gone from being
the shepherd to the inquisitor. I stood

outside your door for an hour. Do you
know the risk I took coming down there?

Well, it was your idea.

Where were you?

Asleep. Alone?

Come on, honey. You've got to calm down.

I finished the article.

Oh. Well, that's cause for special
celebration later.

I'll supply the champagne.

Call me when you're ready.

You bet I will.

Well, your husband met his deadline.

Great. How's the article?

Inspired.

Where's Mark?

Oh, he didn't come by and see you before
he left?

No. Oh, I thought he was going to. Oh,
well, maybe he did and he stepped out.

Anyway, happy reading.

You wanted to see me?

I just read the Rush story, and I love
it. Now, you have backup for all this?

Because this is very explosive stuff.

Yes? Alex in with you? Yes, she is.

It's for you.

Bartoli. Alex. Alan Rush.

Close your mouth, honey. You're catching
flies.

Now, listen. Before you run your little
expose, I want to have a talk with you.

What expose? I'm working on several.

Just meet me tomorrow at Four Seasons
Restaurant, 1 o 'clock.

I don't think I can make it. You can,
and you will, because you're a smart

See you tomorrow.

What is that all about?

Hold that story.

I think it's about to get juicier.

Hey, I got the galleys from the beauty
shoot.

Hey, what's wrong?

Mark's article.

I don't know what happened to him.
Usually his prose is clean, sharp,

This is rambling, unoriginal.

I know that you're being too harsh
because he's your husband.

I wish I were.

But I've read this twice and I can
honestly say this is the worst thing

ever done.

Seriously? Is that bad?

And it's not for lack of effort.

I'm reading this. I really have to
wonder what's been occupying his time.

I can't be on this.

If Alan sees this?

Stephanie, I don't think you have a
choice. You've just got to tell Mark the

truth.

He'll be crushed.

Yes, but I'm like Alan. He'll forgive
you.

I'm not so sure.

When it comes to his work, Mark can have
a pretty thin skin.

You'll get through this.

Mind if I look?

What?

Yeah, hello, this is Rachel Dennis.

I'm sending Mr. Rush an urgent fax.

Bring it to his attention immediately.

Me, the grouch.

Can I take a frazzled editor to dinner?

Please. It's been a long day.

Really? Anything interesting come across
your desk?

Like maybe a piece by that up -and
-coming writer, Mark Merrill?

Yeah.

And?

I need to read it again.

Really? Why?

I think it might need some work.

Oh. Which part?

For starters, your choice of The Seven
Wonders of Manhattan didn't seem very

original. I mean, the Empire State
Building.

Most of our readers could have come up
with that one themselves.

Steph, the point of the article is to
highlight classic New York experiences.

Make the old new again.

Frankly, I didn't think you made
anything seem new again.

Your descriptions lack the vividness I
know you can deliver.

They sound like...

What? It's not what I'd hoped for.

Are you going to run it?

I can't.

Not like this.

I don't believe this.

Mark, I'm trying to be fair, but I have
a standard to maintain.

Really?

And I suppose this piece, slandering
silicone, the great breast implant

I guess that meets your exalted
criteria.

You wanted me to treat you like I would
any other professional writer.

But as usual, you're treating me as the
husband you can't stand to see succeed.

That is just not true.

I knew this was a mistake, having you
write for me.

You can't separate the personal from the
professional.

Maybe you're right.

She hated me.

Who hated what? Stephanie. She's not
running my article.

What?

You know, I used to think she and I were
soulmates.

Now I don't even fit into her world
anymore.

Going to fancy benefits, living in a
penthouse.

I feel like I'm losing my identity.

The truth is, I belong downtown.

And a place like this with someone like
you.

Well, you and your imagination better
take a cab ride back uptown.

You're sounding a tad too domestic for
me. Come on, Gary.

Tell me you've never fantasized about us
living together.

Living together?

You're joking, right?

Oh, I see. Now you're the one who's
playing hard to get, hmm?

Evidently you don't realize what's
happening.

What are you talking about?

You've gone and turned a hot affair into
a suffocating obsession.

Now wait a minute.

I need you.

Right now.

What you need is a reality check.

all this was between us, huh?

Just another one of your games?

Well, whatever it was, it's over.