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How's the letter to your daddy coming, Poodle? Just gotta give it a little

kiss.

A little spritz.

A little kiss.

A little spritz.

Yes, nothing says, be my sugar daddy and make it hurt like the gentle scent of

chinote.

Not that daddy, Wilma.

His real daddy.

You know, we've narrowed down the identity of Jack's boss.

It's either one of the 11 black brothers of New Canaan, Connecticut, or Paul

Lynn, the center square.

So I'm writing to each one of the brothers, and here's what I have so far.

Dear Mr. Black, my name is Jack McFarland, M.D. Please hold all comments

till the end.

If you were at a costume party in 1968 wearing a Nixon mask and had sexual

relations with the woman who was dressed as the back part of a horse, you're my

father.

Please understand that I'm not asking for money. Yeah.

I know, right?

My phone number is blah, blah. You can call me between the hours of blah and

blah. Sincerely, blah, blah, blah.

Oh, P.S. Blah.

So, what do you think?

I'd replace the first blah with the second blah, and I think the letter's

ready to go. Okay,

okay, I see your point.

Well, I'm gonna go put the mail in the slot, and then I'm off to the post

office. Bye-bye.

I'm rethinking my scuba outfit for the trip.

Because Joe and Larry are going to be all in basic black, and I've got red

flippers and a yellow snorkel.

Even the clownfish are going to be like, oh, too busy.

Sweetie, don't worry about how you look. You're there to have fun.

Although, I was looking through your bag, and I would rethink the smiley face

boxers.

Yeah, but the middle of the smile is... No.

You know, where the tongue... I got it.

Oh, my God. There he is. Don't look around like a crazy person. Oh, where?

Oh, where? Where?

Was it the simplicity of the instructions that confused you?

For at the counter, my, uh... What do I call him? Is he my boyfriend? My

significant other?

How about the man you're afraid to talk to? That works, too.

Now, tell me again how you two didn't end up as a couple.

Well, we never met at the gym, and one thing didn't lead to another.

Classic boy-doesn't-meet-boy story.

Oh, Lord, what have I done to deserve this?

Oh, right. Well, you got me there.

Oh,

look, honey.

It's your non-imaginary boyfriend.

What's his name? Jethro? Billy Bob?

Nathan's not my boyfriend. I don't have a boyfriend. She dumped that loser.

Oh, she didn't? Yes, I did. She did.

No, she didn't. I said I did. Ow.

Sorry, that wasn't meant for you.

Oh, hey, baby. I didn't know you were here.

Hi.

Oh, hi, Willard.

I like your leotard.

Listen, I'm gonna grab a juice. I'll be back to smooch on you in a second.

time you've been dating this guy sneaking around behind my back god i

feel like like captain von trapp and you're liesel making out with that nazi

in the gazebo we're not dating my god you overstate everything how many times

have you seen him i don't know a couple of times two twelve oh oh so that's why

when you disappear every night for five hours you bring me back a little present

you're just trying to create a diversion so i wouldn't ask you any questions

gotten on that leotard. It's not a leotard.

It's a fitted tee.

Whatever.

Look, it's your life. I just don't get the appeal of a guy whose greatest

achievement is having the biggest aluminum foil ball in the building.

Hey, we get five channels that no one else gets in all...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I've kept this from you. But, I mean, what can I say? I like him.

A lot.

You know, do what you want. I just... Keep him away from me.

Fine. I just... God, I just wish that you didn't have this thing with him.

At least be my friend and say you're happy for me.

I'd like to, but, you know, I mean, if he's in your life, he's in my life, and

I cannot ignore... Even for some cashmere toe socks? I'm dying for these!

been with your family?

He says his name is Joe, and there's way too much to explain in the letter, and

that he wants to meet me in person.

Oh, honey, I am so happy for you. I am going to throw you a fabulous dinner

party so that you can meet your daddy in style.

You'd do that for me?

You'd open your home to me and my family?

write you a little letter of recommendation because that should be on

your resume let me ask you uh how would you rate me

what do you mean on a scale from one to ten and remember the rule is

on the first time it's polite to round up i'm not gonna rate you

i don't like it either but that's the world we live in

You were a seven. What?

That's good. I've never been with anyone above a four.

You're a pig.

Well, let's see if I can bring that score up to 7.2.

I'm not here. I'm not here. I'm just looking for the phone.

Hi.

Hi. I'm Vicki, the ex.

I'm Grace, the nude.

Uh, Vic, can you give us an hour? Come back later?

An hour?

Who are you kidding? I'll be back in five minutes.

I'm going to get you for that.

Now, where were we? Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Why is your ex-girlfriend still in your apartment?

What was I supposed to do, Grace?

Throw her out, put her on the street? I can't do that.

Legally, I mean, this is her place. Actually, these are her sheets.

Don't worry, she's cool.

You're secure enough to handle me living with my ex-girlfriend, right?

Hey, Will.

Nathan's going to be living here for a while.

What are you doing, Will?

Careful, that's a nasty paper cut waiting to happen.

20, 20, 24, out with the go.

Whoa!

Three-second roll, still good.

I'm not happy right now.

See this face?

It's not a happy face.

What was I supposed to do? Let him stay up there with her?

It's creepy having a third person around.

You don't say.

Oh, he is using my new Chantel sauté pan with a metal-edge spatula.

There is no way a crepe is ever going to slide off that.

Wow. You are more gay before 9 a.m. than most people are all day.

It's only bean curd, but it's got the look of pig.

I thought you gay guys liked the bologna.

I think you're confusing the bologna with the same rights and privileges

afforded to married couples.

Mmm. Mine's yummy.

You'd eat your own foot if it had parmesan cheese on it.

Go on, try it. How do you know you don't like it if you don't try it?

Because fake bologna doesn't magically become better when you mix it with egg

beaters, two sticks of butter, and metal shavings from my new pan.

Well, lighten up. It's breakfast, not a pelvic exam.

You know, forgive me if I don't leap to take advice from someone whose family

portrait includes two bloodhounds and a pickup truck.

Is it just me, or are the squirrels in the park sneakier?

Well, I get it.

Because I'm from the South, I must be stupid, and because you're gay, you must

be clever.

Just goes to show you how wrong those stereotypes can be.

Boy, if this day gets any better by noon, I should be rolling in class.

I might have been a little harsh on him. He does have a flair for repartee.

This has got to stop. You've got to get along with Will.

Just me and myself.

I know, baby. That's what's gotta stop.

Honey, what is going on here? The fingerprints on the china? Spots on the

silver? The vodka is warm? What is this, junior high?

Jack is meeting his actual father tonight. Get it together. Hey, back off

or I will force you into a brightly colored poly blend.

the gratuitous violence, Hannibal Adler.

Hello?

Will my moth head be safe outside the building?

Yeah. Oh, okay. Miss Karen, thank you for inviting me. I know that Jack and I

aren't married anymore, but part of me still thinks of him as family.

Oh, that's sweet, honey.

But you're not here to attend the party. You're here to work the party.

So, uh, strip off that bug trap you call a jacket, put on an apron, and shake

hands with Mr. Clean.

Listen, witch.

God didn't give you those meatpacker hands so that you would stick to these

finger sandwiches.

He gave them to you so you could scrub around the straight line. Now, out!

Sorry I took so long.

Ran into my imaginary boyfriend down at the market.

He was standing in the checkout line, so I had no choice but to check him out.

Did you talk to him? I would have, but I was too busy choking on my fear.

Oh, hello, Gracious.

I'm sorry. I didn't realize that this dinner was formal.

It's an easy mistake. I'm sure that's considered formal where it's senior

frogs.

But I guess it doesn't work here at senior tight ass.

What is he doing here?

I just figured since Jack was meeting his father for the first time tonight

that the whole evening could have a theme.

Togetherness, you know?

Jack and his father, you and Nathan, Karen and her drink.

Thanks for coming.

Well, this is a temporary arrangement, and he's important to me, so as long as

he's here, will you just make an effort, please? It would mean so much to me.

Fine, fine, but I'll tell you right now, I am not gonna whittle or tie my pants

with a rope.

So, Nathan, tell me...

What kind of work do you do?

Oh, I don't work. I've got my spleen money.

Right. Right.

I don't know what that means.

Well, about a year ago, I took a spill on my motorbike. Wheel came off. I went

flying. Lost the spleen.

Bike company coughed up a buttload of money, and I've been living off of that

ever since.

Pretty cool, huh? Yeah.

With the market being down the way it is, you may want to lacerate a kidney

and reinvest.

No, I've got my R.A.

I'm a lawyer.

Oh, wow.

I'm a man without a spleen, you're a man without a heart. Maybe we should take a

trip to Oz.

So, what's going on? What'd I miss?

We're just saying what we do for a living.

Oh, bad topic for both of you.

Um, how about things that you have in common?

Likes, dislikes?

Well, I hate making small talk with people that I have nothing in common

with. Me too.

But what I really hate is when someone licks their finger like this and then

sticks it in my ear like that.

This has been fun. Yeah, if you'll excuse

me, I'm gonna go dip my head in alcohol.

Wait for me!

Papa,

can you hear me?

Papa, can you see me?

Papa, can you find me in the night?

Oh, hey, Crunchy. I don't believe we've met.

Uh, Nathan, I'm Grace's boyfriend.

Hmm, that's weird.

I'm not getting a gay vibe from you.

Oh, it's funny. I can't say the same thing.

So, how you doing, pal? You ready?

Yeah, I think so.

I did a papaya salt scrub, a cucumber mask, a hot oil scalp treatment, and two

shots of wheatgrass.

Wow. You're more than ready. You're a gay salad bar.

Oh, everything's food with you, isn't it?

Oh, what do you think Dad's gonna be like?

Oh, I don't care if he's rich or poor, fat or thin.

Just as long as he's rich and thin.

He's here.

Okay, I'm gonna answer the door.

No, that'll seem needy.

But I am needy.

But needy's not hot.

But I'm hot, so it doesn't matter. Papa, can you hear me?

Jack,

take it easy. You're having a yentl breakdown.

Okay, okay.

I'm gonna play it cool and let him come to me.

I'm Joe Black.

I'm looking for Jack McFarlane. Daddy!

No, no.

There's something I need to explain.

I know, Daddy, you're a woman, but on some level, who isn't?

No, Jack, no, no.

That's why I wanted to meet you in person.

My name is Joanne Black. I'm Joe Black's wife.

Oh, nice to meet you.

Where's my papa?

I am so sorry. I really don't quite know how to say this, but your father died

five years ago.

Okay.

Excuse me for a minute.

Honey,

it must be a relief to...

Finally have someone else kill your party.

How you doing?

Come on, Jack.

You've been in here all night.

Come on, talk to me.

Who's the prettiest lady in this room?

Me. My dad is gone, Will.

I'm never going to meet him.

He'll never teach me to ride a bike or throw a ball or kiss a man.

I'm totally alone.

Jack, what have you really lost here?

I mean, it would have been great if you'd gotten to know him, but he was not

part of your life before, he's not part of your life now. What's really changed?

But I loved him.

But you didn't know him.

But I loved him.

Maybe you just loved the idea of him.

He was the source of all my talent.

But you don't have any talent.

But I loved him. And here we are.

Coming in, coming in.

Am I interrupting anything? Are you fellas having sex?

Oh, gosh.

Well, you know, I figured both you being gay and all.

Yeah, that's pretty much how it works. Just like if you see any woman.

Yeah? Okay, bad analogy.

What are you with?

Well, uh, I thought after what happened tonight, maybe Jack could use a little

Jack. Hello.

Oh.

Thanks, Nathan, but when we're in pain, we usually prefer just to talk it out

rather than, say, getting all liquored up and going down to the dump and

shooting rats.

I was thinking more of a memorial of sorts.

You know, when someone close to you dies, it's important to remember them.

You know, drink a toast, say goodbye.

Well, like I said, I don't think that's the way Jack... I didn't do it. What?

I loved him.

But you didn't know him.

But he loved him, Willard.

Okay.

Why don't you start, Will? Oh, I don't know. Come on, Will.

For me.

Okay. Um... I never had the opportunity to meet Joe Black.

Saw the movie, though. A bit long. Didn't care for it.

Even though it had Brad Pitt in it.

Didn't care for Snatch, either. The movie.

Uh, anyway, um... Here's to you, Joe.

We hardly knew ye.

Actually, we didn't know ye at all.

To Joe. To Joe.

Well, thank you, Will.

Jack, you're up.

Oh, well, okay.

First of all, I'd like to say thank you to Joe Black.

Thank you for giving me my piercing blue eyes, my impossibly high cheekbones,

my rock-hard ass, and my feminine side,

which I did not get from my mother.

conclusion how I love you how I need you how

I miss you kissing me

Well, terrific.

I'm glad we did this. Nice idea.

Jack, you want to do something? Maybe go down to the park and laugh at the

heterosexuals kissing?

Wait a minute. I'd like to say something about Joe.

Oh, sorry.

Go ahead. After all, you knew him as well as we did.

We're born, we grow, we...

We die.

If we're lucky, we have family and friends who know us and love us.

I never knew my dad.

But it doesn't matter because wherever we go and whatever we do, we can know

that the spirit of the mother and the spirit of the father are alive in each

of us.

That everything good already exists within ourselves.

So, here's to Joe, the father in all of us.

Good job.

Thank you, Nathan.

Okay, who wants another round?

Oh, my God, I turned another one.

with our phony bologna omelets.

Wait till you try my southern fried I-can't-believe-it's-not-chicken.

Can we have dinner at 6?

How about dinner at 8? I get too hungry for dinner at 8. That's why the lady is

a tramp.

Oh, my God, you did slip together.

Grace, if you're gonna think I'm gay, every time I pass out with men, you're

in for a lifetime of heartache.

You got any socks I can borrow? Both of mine are in the washer. Top drawer. Help

yourself. Oh, there's a small black leather pouch at the back of the drawer.

Just disregard that.

Morning sickness.

Okay, I don't know which one of you it was, but last night, someone's hand

repeatedly brushed up against James and the Giant Peaches.

That was your hand, Jack.

Ah, I didn't know I was such a tease.

How are you feeling this morning?

Okay. I'm in the third stage of the grieving process.

I'm past anger and denial and into leather.

Hello? Oh, hi, Larry.

What? Not the scuba trip?

Watch, he's gonna go up an octave. Come on!

Fine, thanks a lot.

No, I don't want to talk to Hannah.

Don't put the kid on. Hi, Hannah.

Hi.

Your daddies are losers. Bye.

I would have said flowers, but

they're not as much fun to jump up and down on.

Love, Nathan.

Aww.

Hey,

what's that? What's going on? What's happening?

Are you jumping or am I under-medicated?

I am jumping on my little gift from my boyfriend.

You know what?

If I had your boobs, I'd have two black eyes right now.

You'd also have a rich husband.

I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking that it's a dopey gift because it doesn't have Tiffany or

Cartier or may cause drowsiness on it.

But I will tell you something.

I like Nathan, and I don't care what you think.

So what do you think?

Oh, honey, we're... Where do I begin?

He's crude, he's crass.

Last night at the party, he dropped an ice cube down my blouse just so we could

fish it back out again.

Oh, honey, I love him.

Really? Yeah, I think you'd find the one.

Well, the one for now.

Oh, pshaw.

Come on.

The only thing to do now is get a blood test, pick out a big white cake, and get

a copy of Sloppy Bride magazine.

Oh, uh, not so fast.

I've only been going out for two weeks. It took me longer to pick out my screen

name, and it's Grace Adler.

I don't know. I think you're gonna be with Nathan forever.

I can feel it in some of my original bones.

Yep, it's just a matter of time before you're driving a minivan full of

screaming kids to Kmart to pick out curtains for your mud hut in Tarrytown.

Oh, and you know what the best part is?

Now you can start phasing Nathan in, and we'll...

it says in the bible when you've got the bow who needs the mo

okay we have a problem i don't see three seats together

well there's two over there and there's those two there all right i'm gonna ask

that couple to move be nice i'm always nice

excuse me i hate to bother we're not moving you suck i hope you're sitting on

gum

Sorry, he's just angry because I'm making him see Chocolat again.

And besides, that seat's broken.

Oh, great.

We can't sit together.

Let's just go see another movie. No, I don't want to miss Chocolat. It's

magical.

Look,

I'll take that one over there, and you guys take these two.

It's fine.

All right, well, we'll see you later, and if you need anything, just, you

know, go get it.

You know, the truth is, I'm glad it's just us because there's something I've

been wanting to say to you.

You know, I've never been the first one to say this in a relationship, but I'm

just going to do it.

Grace? Will you excuse me a minute? What?

I need to be sitting next to Will when the candy van plays.

The what?

You know, the candy band, the ad for the concession when the different types of

candy play different instruments and the box of popcorn is out on a date with the

sexy soda.

Anyway, Will and I have this little thing that we do when the box of goobers

gets his nose stuck in the screen.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Pardon me.

Excuse me. Oh, gosh. Okay, someone's going to need a new soda.

What are you doing here? You know I don't like to be near you when the candy

band comes on.

I think that Nathan is about to say I love you.

Yeah?

Isn't that too much? Isn't it too soon? He tells you he loves you. That's

wonderful. God, if I could get a guy to say he loved me, I wouldn't be here.

Who am I kidding? Of course I would. I love Chocolat.

Now, Donna, you don't understand. If he says I love you, then that...

That just starts a whole chain of events in motion.

And before I know it, I'm living in a mud hut in Tarrytown.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Now, just please, get out of here, okay? I don't want you here when the nose gets

stuck.

Excuse me.

Pardon me.

Oh, God, okay, someone's gonna need popcorn.

Excuse me.

Hi.

I'm sorry about that.

And let's just watch the movie.

Oh, hey there, Muffin. How are you doing with this whole dad thing?

Better, I think.

I have light days and heavy days.

Today's a light day.

I could even ride a horse.

Well, I give you credit.

Boy, if I'd spent two years of my life... looking for my dad, only to find

out he's dead.

I don't think there'd be a pill big enough to kill that pain.

Oh, who, my kid? They'd make me one.

Excuse me.

Are you Karen Walker?

Why? Did her stepson sit on you?

No. Did her driver accidentally run you over?

No. Are you an employee at one of her husband's textile factories in Jakarta?

No. I'm Karen Walker. How can I help you?

Um, well, I went to your house because that's the last address I had.

I'm looking for Jack McFarlane.

Why, does he owe you money?

No. Did he steal some of your jokes for his cabaret act?

No. You missing a scooter you probably weren't using anyway?

No. Hi, I'm Jack McFarlane.

You are?

Wow.

I mean, hi.

Hi. I'm Elliot.

Well, what can we do for you, little man?

Oh, well...

Thirteen years ago, did you donate your stuff to a stuff bank called the New

York Family Clinic?

Let's see.

I think I did have an account at that bank.

Well, my mom was a nurse there, and she wanted a baby real bad, so she took your

donation.

Um... I'm your son.

I'm going to talk to him.

I'm going to talk to him.

Tomorrow I am going to talk to him.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Great news.

Guess where we're going on Friday.

To the drugstore so you can stock up on Campofanique?

I'm just going by what we did last Friday. Okay.

I'm going to give you a hint.

We'll always have Paris.

Paris?

Melissa Blanca?

Morocco, you ninny? Look, two tickets.

I don't want to go to Morocco.

Everything's college.

I know.

Well, I figured since your scuba trip was canceled, it's just the perfect

opportunity for us to finally go.

Can you really take the time off?

Well, I talked to my boss, which is me. She was a bit of a bitch, but then I

threatened to quit. She's all, you can't quit, you're fired. And I'm all, you

can't fire me, I quit.

Finish this bitch.

thing with Jeanette, the bitter-for-no-reason travel agent.

Why is she bitter?

No reason.

Morocco, this is gonna be great. You know, we're gonna be rocking the Casbah,

even if the Sharif don't like it.

Hey, what about Nathan?

What about him?

Well, I mean, you guys just started to get serious.

Isn't it really kind of a bad time to leave?

Ah, don't worry about it, Nathan.

It'll be fine.

Morocco!

Oh, hey.

Hey, isn't that your imaginary boyfriend?

Yeah, I'm being coy today. You know, I'm his coy toy. I'm his coy pawn.

No wonder I'm alone.

I came as fast as I could.

Where's my red chinchilla warm-up suit?

Honey, I lied. There is no suit.

And I fell for it.

Twice in one day.

Honey, you have a child.

You've got to start dealing with that.

This again?

Since when do you care so much about family?

Wait.

I'm the one who cared enough about my dying grandfather to walk up a mountain

every day to tend to him.

Yeah, even after they took me away to be Clara's companion, I never forgot about

him. No.

No. In fact, I got Clara out of that wheelchair just so I could get back to

my dear grandpa.

Karen. That's not you. That's Heidi.

Look, my mind is made up. I don't want to see that kid, okay?

All right.

But I've got a small man in the back who's ready to give you a red chinchilla

warm-up suit.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Come on out, sir!

Hey!

She did it again!

All right, now get in there. You two are going to stay in here until you work

something out.

Mr. McFarlane, I didn't mean to freak you out.

I just wanted to meet you.

Yeah, well, we don't need to meet, okay? Because I'm not your father.

But you are.

My mom still has your file.

It says that you were a ballet dancer and model who enjoys long walks on the

beach.

That's not me.

And it says that you were part of a performing group called Jack and the

Beanstalk. That was a solo act!

Listen, Elliot.

I can't do this with you, okay? I mean, a kid just does not fit into my E! True

Hollywood story.

But I don't want anything from you.

I just thought every once in a while we could, I don't know, hang out or

something. Maybe throw a ball or watch hockey or see a Jackie Chan movie.

Dear God, what is not having a father done to you?

So what do you think?

Yeah, I... Ali, I'm sorry, but...

It's okay.

It doesn't matter. I mean, what do you care? You don't know what it's like not

to know your father.

Actually, I do.

I didn't know my father either.

Really? Yeah, my dad was some anonymous stranger in a Nixon mask who did my mom

at a pool party.

Who's Nixon?

I don't know.

Didn't you ever wonder who your dad was and if he was like you?

Yeah, I used to.

For a while, you know, every drop-dead gorgeous guy I'd see, I'd yell, Daddy,

and see if they'd turn around.

I used to pretend my dad was Spider-Man.

You must be psychic, because I've been known to scale tall buildings to get out

of sticky situations.

Well, I've met you.

I guess I should go.

Yeah.

Hey, um... You know, if you're not in a hurry, you maybe want to go grab a

burger or something?

Yeah, I guess.

You buying?

I was just gonna ask you the same thing.

Hey, it gets pretty chilly out there, so...

So where are you from? I'm from Queens.

Yes, you are, but we'll talk about that when you're older.

Okay, time to go to the airport.

What are you talking about? Our flight doesn't leave for six hours.

Yeah, but I've got to do my pre-flight safety check.

Oh, you mean testing the metal detectors by walking through them with spoons in

your bra?

Yeah, that and also having my lucky pizza at Sbarro.

I'll meet you there.

Okay.

Gel, mousse, thickener, volumizer, wet look, dry look,

mega hold.

Must be something in here I don't need.

Oh, shampoo.

Hey. Hey.

Just came to return your socks.

You don't need to wash them. I only wore them a day or two.

I just missed your girlfriend.

You mean ex-girlfriend.

What? She broke up with me.

She what? That's impossible.

She didn't say anything to me, and she tells me everything.

Obviously not everything.

Did she say why?

Well, she talked for a long time about her life and her future and how I'm

macaroni salad and she's cougar with raisins. And by the time she started

quoting lyrics to Desperado, I was lost.

I can't... Why would she break up with you? You're sensitive, you're smart,

you're funny, you got an ass that won't quit.

It's just... It's just this perfect and round and you

just... Again, why?

You got me.

Maybe it's like she said.

I've been out riding fences for so long now.

I mean, I'm a hard one, but I got my reasons.

I don't know what to tell you. She's crazy. You know, and just when you think

you've reached the bottom level of her craziness, there's a crazy underground

garage.

Well, yeah, somebody may have shot out her porch light, but I do love her.

Have a nice trip.

So have your bags been in your possession at all times? Yes.

Has anyone asked you to carry anything for them? No.

Thank you. Enjoy your flight.

Wait, that's it? You're just going to let me through?

How do you know I wasn't lying?

Well, I don't, but if it'll make you happy, we can take a trip to security

and you can meet Lorraine and her tough love glove.

You're very good.

Thank you.

Please fill out these ID cards. You'll be leaving at gate 9A in four and a half

hours.

God, finally you're here. Look, I still have to find the pilot. I want to ask

him about his cholesterol levels.

Why did you break up with Nathan?

Look, I just want to get on the plane, go to Morocco, and start having some

fun. Do we have to talk about this right now? Yes, we do.

I don't see a future with him, okay?

I'm 27 years old. I'm not getting any younger.

Really? Because in that sentence, you've got five years younger.

Can we just go?

No, talk to me. I don't want to talk. It wasn't working out, okay?

Why? He's weird.

He's interesting.

He's childish. He's fun.

He's aimless. He could change your life. That's what I'm afraid of. Yeah, but

why?

I like my life.

I like our thing. If things start working out with Nathan, then

everything's going to change. Good.

Grace, so it changes.

I just don't want you using me as an excuse for not getting on with your

life. That's not what I'm doing. It's just that... Do you love him?

Wait, what?

Don't do fiddler with me.

I'm asking you a question. Do you love him? It is not that simple.

Do you love him?

I don't know.

Maybe. Well, go find out.

Bryce, you've got two choices here.

Take the easy route, fly to a third world country, ride a camel and wake up

in a tent beside the swarthy prince who bought you.

Or you can take a risk in your life.

Get in that car, go back to the apartment and see what happens with you.

I knew you'd choose me.

You know, I just as easily could have gotten on that plane and...

We're going to Morocco right now with the camels and the sand.

I love you.

I love you too.

Oh, excuse me.

Hey,

I know you.

I've seen you at the coffee shop on Columbus.

You know, I keep meaning to introduce myself. I'm Chris.

Will. Hi.

Where are you off to?

france going on this bike tour through the loire valley how about you france

spike tour