All language subtitles for Bridge and Tunnel s01e05_English

- I mean, you sure this is
a good idea, this date tonight?

- Unlike these two,
we are not on a date.

This is just us as friends.

Before we do anything,
I want to talk to you.

- Me?
- Over here, yeah.

- Why would Tammy be there?
- What? I saw her at the diner,

and I happened
to mention it to her,

and she said she might try
and make it.

- He's your high school ex,
Stacey, okay?

He's not really a true ex.
- If it wasn't for Stacey,

I would've asked you out
a long time ago.

- How do you think
she would react

if she knew what was--
what was happening here?

- Right now, I'm waitlisted
at Brooklyn Law,

so everything
kind of hangs on that,

but I should hear any minute.

- You know, Pags,
since junior high,

we've been hearing you brag
about this master plan

of becoming
a hotshot music attorney,

but have you ever thought
about what you would do

if you didn't get
into law school, huh?

- Dude, what the fuck?

- I'm cool if you want to...

you know, if you want to have
your freedom when I leave

if it means I still get
to see you more before I go.

- Okay, Pags,
I want details, my friend.

How was the big date
with the stone cold fox, huh?

- Mikey, you cannot believe
how pretty this girl is.

She's got
the most amazing smile.

And her teeth! She's got
the most amazing teeth.

- Dude, dude,
please don't get him started

on her teeth.
He loves her teeth.

She's got legs to here,
and this clown's focused

on her pearly whites all night!
- Yeah, 'cause I'm a gentleman.

And when I talk to a lady,
I look at her face.

- What, are you gonna
take her out again or what?

- Yeah, we're
going out tomorrow.

She wants to walk
around Central Park

and then get dinner afterwards.
- She's from the city, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah. So you gotta take her

someplace cool then, you know?

- Yeah, no Blarney Stone
for her, Pags.

- Yeah, I was thinking about
going to Beefsteak Charlie's

on 58th.
It's perfect.

It's right by the park--
- Dude, dude.

Beefsteak Charlie's?
You can't take her there.

What the fuck are you thinking?
- Why not?

I love that place.
- No.

'Cause you can't take a girl
to a place that has

an all-you-can-eat salad bar
and offers--what?

Unlimited beer, wine, sangria?

No, you just look
like a cheap bastard, dude.

- But I only have 27 bucks
for the date.

- So you take her
to the fucking movies.

- No, you can't go to
the movies for a second date.

There's no opportunity to talk.

You just sit there awkwardly
for two hours

not really watching the movie.

You just think about what
you're gonna do afterwards.

Plus you're eating popcorn,
so your hands are greasy

and your mouth is dry?
No, no, no.

I'm gonna take her
to a restaurant

so I can sit across from her
for a few hours

and look at her
beautiful, beautiful face.

- Hm.

- Have I mentioned her smile?
It's gorgeous.

- Guy, you really are
in love, huh?

[chuckles]

[Player's "Baby Come Back"]

♪

- It just wasn't working out.
- Why not?

- First of all,
he's way too old for me,

and he's always working.

He never wanted to get high
or go clubbing

or do anything fun.
- Right.

- And second of all,
he broke up with me.

- Oh, Stace, I'm sorry.
That fucking sucks.

What happened?

- He says I'm too young,
too immature.

I never work.

All I want to do is party
and have fun.

And to put the final nail
in the coffin...

I told him about Mikey.
- Yeah, that'll do it.

So what are you gonna do?
You're gonna move back home?

- Yeah, until I can
get my shit together.

That's actually what
I wanted to talk to you about.

You know, you got
this apartment in the city,

and...

I was hoping
I could crash with you--

only until
I can find my own place.

- Yeah.

Honestly, you could
probably take over

my half of the lease
if you wanted.

- What?
Why?

♪

Don't tell me this
has something to do with Jimmy

and fucking Alaska, Jill.
- Will you stop with that?

No, everyone keeps saying that.

It's just--don't tell anyone
what I'm gonna tell you

'cause I've not told my mom,

and I didn't
tell Jimmy yet either, okay?

So just like--
- Who the hell am I gonna tell?

My lips are sealed, all right?

- So I'm not really in love
with my new job,

and I guess they can tell.

My boss has been giving me shit
since day one.

I just couldn't
really take her shit anymore,

so yesterday I...

told her to go fuck herself.

- [laughs]

- It was my mom's idea too.

She was like, "Jill,
you're gonna get respect.

You're gonna get promoted."

And you know what it got me?

My ass out the door.
I got fired.

♪

- [sighs]

But that was a dream job.

I mean, what the hell happened
in the last few weeks, huh?

- I don't know,
just really wasn't a good fit.

- ♪ Any kind of fool
could see ♪

- But apparently telling
your boss to go fuck herself

is frowned upon.
- [laughs]

Yeah, no shit.

♪

I'm sorry, Jill.
It sucks.

- Yeah, it's okay.

Just bad timing.

- ♪ You can blame it
all on me ♪

- Because of Jimmy?

♪

- No, 'cause tomorrow's
my birthday.

- [whispers]
Shit.

- You forgot.

How could you fucking forget?
- Fuck, I'm sorry, Jill.

Come on.
- [chuckles]

- You know I love you.
I'm sorry.

- Let me ask you guys--
you got any idea

what I could get Jill
for her birthday?

- Dude, just get her
some perfume.

Girls love perfume.
- Nah.

I want it to be something
more thoughtful than that,

something special.
- Jewelry.

Even more than perfume,
girls love jewelry.

- I can't afford to get
any fricking jewelry.

I gotta get something
that's not too expensive,

but also says I care.
- Doesn't have to be expensive.

Go to a Salvation Army.
Or you know what?

Go to that old lady thrift shop
on Central Avenue.

It's great.

It's got all this old
kind of vintage jewelry.

Everything my sister
wears onstage,

it's all from there.
It's all cheap.

- No, no, no, no, you gotta go
to the flea market

over at Roosevelt Field.

You know they--you can get
all sorts of irregular clothes

with all the same name brands.

Yeah, my mom literally got
a Pierre Cardin dress

for $20 that normally costs 80.

I mean, hey, it comes
with some fucked up stitching,

but it is what it is, you know?

- Yeah, I can't get her
an irregular dress

or some
dead old lady's necklace.

What the fuck
is wrong with you two?

I told you it needs
to be something special.

- Then I would go
with the perfume.

- Yeah, Mikey's right.
Perfume's your best bet.

- What the fuck did I think
asking you two?

- [singing quietly]

- Hey, I need your advice.

- Do you not see I'm working?
- Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought you were
just noodling around.

- No, I'm not noodling around.

I'm writing a song,
so show some respect.

What, do I just barge in on you
when you're in your darkroom?

- Yeah, actually all the time.

You ruin my pictures
all the fucking time.

- Oh, what do you want?

- Look, I need to buy Jill
a birthday gift,

and I want to make it special,

but as per usual,
I have no money.

- Then make her something.
- Make her something?

- Yeah.
- Like what?

Needlepoint her
a fucking scarf?

- Really, are you that thick?
What are you good at?

- I don't know.
- Holy fucking Jesus.

Taking pictures,
you fricking moron.

You take a picture,
put it in a frame,

wrap it up, and give it to her.
- Damn, that's a good idea.

- Yeah.
- That's good.

But...what should I
take a picture of?

- Oh, my God, Jimmy,

I can't do the whole
fucking thing for you.

- You know what?
I was gonna say thank you.

Now forget it.
- Get out of here.

Do you need me to make love
to her, too, for you?

[Pure Prairie League's
"Amie"]

♪

♪

- Hey, Dad, those pictures
of yours by the staircase,

what camera
did you use for those?

- I took those at the bay,
so gotta be the Rolleiflex.

- Well, do you still have it
by any chance?

- If I do, I am sure
it is buried in the trunk

with the rest of my shit.

- Well, look,
if you still have it,

you mind if I borrow it?

I'd like to try something
like that.

- Little man, have I
ever stood in the way

of your artistic endeavors?
No.

So if you can find it,
it is yours.

- ♪ For a while,
maybe longer if I do ♪

♪ I keep falling
in and out of love with you ♪

♪

♪ Falling in and out
of love with you ♪

♪

♪ Don't know
what I'm gonna do ♪

♪ I keep falling in and out

♪ Of love with you

♪

- I don't know what
your ex was thinking, Gina,

but you are one hell of a cook.
These meatballs are phenomenal.

Wouldn't you agree, Stacey?

- Don't include me
in this, okay?

I don't even know
what the hell I'm doing here.

- You're here
because I asked you,

and you're my daughter,
and I wanted you

to get to know Gina
a little bit better.

- What the fuck
are you talking about, Dad?

I've known Mrs. Pagnetti
since the first grade.

Remember?

- Wait, did Dad not like
your meatballs or something?

I don't think I remember that.

- He was always very critical
of my cooking,

especially when it came
to my meatballs.

- Yeah, it's cause he's
in the restaurant business, Ma.

He's got a very high standard.
- What are you saying?

You have a problem
with my meatballs too?

- No, that's not
what I'm saying.

- No, no, no,
he's just defending

his old man, and I get it.

Look, Nicky, Lizzie,
I got to apologize.

I should have never
said that about your father.

I was only trying to compliment
your beautiful mother.

- Dad,
you're skeeving me out here.

Can you stop?
- Yeah, okay.

Mom, did Nick tell you that he
finally convinced some girl

to go out with him?
- No shit, Pags.

You got a girlfriend now?
- What?

Nicky, what?
Tell, what?

- She's not my girlfriend,

and she didn't take
any convincing.

- [chuckles]
- Thank you very much.

She actually
wanted to go out with me,

and we did,
and we had a great time,

so we're going out
again tonight.

- Well, good for you.

You sound really excited
about this one.

- Yeah, she's pretty great, Ma.
- How about that, Nicky boy?

We both found ourselves
some great ladies.

So how about
we raise our glasses

to a couple of great foxes?

- Dad, you're
fucking creeping me out.

Can you stop?
- Yeah, I concur.

- Don't pay any attention
to these two.

Tell me and your mother
about why this girl

of yours is so great.

- Well, she's got
a beautiful smile,

and she's smart.
She's got a great job.

She's a rock critic
for "Billboard" magazine.

- Wait, she writes
for "Billboard?"

Bullshit.
- Yeah, pretty cool, huh?

She worked CBGB's last night.
She saw Bad Brains.

- What?
Get the fuck out of here.

Why did you not tell me
about this earlier?

- Lizzie, language.
- Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Wait, do you think she would
come to one of our shows?

- No.
[chuckles]

She's a real rock critic, okay?
She sees real bands.

She wouldn't schlep
all the way out to Long Island

to see you play in our garage.

- What the fuck
is that supposed to mean?

I'm not a real band?

I rock fucking harder
than anybody.

You know that.
What is more real than that?

Jesus Christ, Nicky,
that was so fucking not cool

for you to say that.
- I apologize for the language.

But, Nicky, she's right.
That was terrible.

Now apologize
to your sister right now.

- Okay, I'm sorry,
Lizzie, okay?

I didn't mean it like that.

Look, if the date goes well

and the relationship
progresses,

I will ask her to come see
one of your shows.

But don't come crying to me
when you get a bad review.

- There will be no tears.

If you bring that girl
to one of my shows,

I can guarantee you
I'm gonna blow

her fucking doors off,
all right?

And you are gonna be
the one crying.

- Okay, I have to interrupt.
This was truly so lovely.

Ms. Pagnetti, the meatballs
were out of this world.

I'll see you guys around.

I got a fucking life,

so I gotta get the fuck
out of here.

See you around, Dad.

- She gets her manners
from her mother.

- You're still sulking.
- I have every reason to be.

- Big deal.
You lost your job.

At least you stood up
for yourself.

What worries me
is what you're gonna do now.

- Yeah, me too.
Guess I'll look for a new job.

- Yeah, you sure?

'Cause I don't want you
doing something stupid

like joining Jimmy in Alaska.
- I'm not going to.

And even if I did, why would
that be such a bad thing?

- Because it's Alaska,
for Christ's sake.

And secondly,
we talked about this

when you broke up
with him in December.

He's on one path.
You're on another path.

You're on two different paths,
and those paths don't cross,

and I don't want to see you
undoing all that

just because
you are sitting here

feeling sorry for yourself.

- I'm not feeling sorry
for myself.

I'm pissed off.

I got fired
right before my birthday

'cause of you
and your lousy fucking advice!

- Listen, sweets, you're gonna
have to get thicker skin

if you're gonna make it
in that business.

[sighs]

Where's he taking you
for your birthday?

- I'm not telling you.

- Where?

- The Ships Inn.
[chuckles]

- The Ships Inn?

He's not gonna
take you into the city?

Someplace, you know, fancy?

Someplace where he might
have to put on a suit,

and you can get dolled up
for a change?

- We can't all
get wined and dined

at the Rainbow Room,
Mom, I'm sorry.

- Well, look, maybe he'll
get you some jewelry

or some perfume.

[both sigh]

- Well, well, well.
- Hey, sexy.

- What are you doing here?

- Just in the neighborhood.
Thought I'd stop by.

What about you?

- Well, you know, same old.
Just finishing up a run, yeah.

- What are you gonna do now?
- I don't know.

Probably take a shower,
watch the Met game.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- I'll take half that action.
- [chuckles]

Yeah, look, Stace,
I don't think I can.

My folks
are home anyways, so...

- Okay, so hop in.
We'll go to mine.

- You know, what about trying

to be loyal
to your boyfriend, huh?

- I told him about you, Mikey.
- Yeah?

- And we broke up.
- Ah, shit.

- So here I am.
- Really?

- Yeah, fucking really.

So?

- You know, I really--
I really don't think I can.

- Why not?
- Because I don't know.

I'm just--well, I'm kind of in--

you know, I really don't think
it's a good idea.

- Why not, Mikey?

Don't tell me this
has something to do

with fucking Tammy.

[chuckles]

You have got to be
fucking kidding me, man.

Huh?

You know what?
Go fuck yourself.

[pop music]

♪

- You're a backstabbing bitch.
You know that, Tammy?

- Stacey, look, listen, I know
I should have called first,

and I meant to.

- No, I told you
he was off-limits.

- Well, no--

- And you went ahead
and went out with him

behind my fucking back?
- No, no, just as friends.

As friends, that's it,
and then we both decided

that we shouldn't do anything

until we discussed it
with you first.

- Oh, and when the hell
were you gonna do that?

- Um, we can--we can talk now
if you want to.

- Oh, you wanna talk right now?
Sure we can talk about it now.

- Yeah.
- Answer me this, huh?

Out of all the guys
you could have gone out with,

why did you insist
on chasing him, huh?

- Stacey, I wasn't chasing him.
- Answer the question, Tammy.

- 'Cause I'm in love
with him, Stace.

- You what?

- I'm in love with him, okay?

I'm in love with Mikey,
and I'm sorry

that you're hurt, and I--

- Shut your
fucking mouth, Tammy.

I don't want
to fucking hear it.

You know what?
I don't give a shit.

Do whatever the fuck you want.

- Hey, what the fuck's
going on over here?

- And you, fuck you too.

[spoon clatters]

Fuck this piece-of-shit diner.

- Okay, it's just--
I don't get this.

Now that she knows,
why can't we go out?

I mean, she literally told me
to go fuck myself

and she told you to go
do whatever the fuck you want,

so, I mean, that gives us
the green light, doesn't it?

- No, it doesn't give us
the green light, Mikey, okay?

Because she's hurt,
and she's pissed,

and she's
one of my best friends.

- Is she really?

I mean, I know she's
one of your oldest friends,

but is she really
your best friend

to the point that you can't
give this, us, a chance?

Hey, look, maybe for once
you don't need to be

this good girl,
this thoughtful one,

the considerate friend.

Why don't you just
do something selfish for once?

Do something for you!

- Okay, don't put this
all on me, all right?

Gosh, don't you feel badly
for her too?

Mikey, it's Stacey.

You were just sleeping
with her a week ago, shit.

- We had an understanding,
an arrangement.

And of course I'll feel bad
for her if I hurt her,

but it's--

like, I don't love her.

- I'm--I'm sorry.
I just--I just can't.

- Really?
You know what?

Fine.
Whatever.

-[knocking]

Honey, you almost done
in there?

- No, Ma, I got
this date tonight.

I gotta shower, take a shit.
I got a bunch of stuff to do.

- Well, Louie and I
are about to leave,

and he wanted to talk to you
before he left.

- It can't wait?
- No, it's about your date.

- What?

What does he want to talk
to me about that for?

- He just wants
to talk to you, kid,

so how about you show
an old man a little respect

and get your ass out here.

Unless, of course,
you want me to come in there

and wipe your ass for you.
- No, no!

Jesus, I'm coming.

- Ah, there he is.

How about you step this way
so we can talk in private?

- Should I put on some clothes
in that case?

- Ah, there's no need.
This won't take long.

I'm not gonna hurt you...yet.
[laughs]

Come on.

- [sighs]

- All right, so first of all,
I want to thank you

for taking the time.
I appreciate it.

- I got you.

- So as you can probably tell,
I've been spending

a lot of time with your mother,
and I realized

I hadn't checked in with you,
the man of the house,

to see if you're okay with me
and her being together.

- Yeah.
Yeah, I guess so.

- She's an incredible woman,
your mother,

makes me very happy,
and I'm not just talking

about her meatballs.

- Good, I'm glad.
- Okay.

So you're okay with this?
- Yeah, yeah, it's fine.

- Good, now,
I haven't discussed this

with your mother yet,
and I would hope

you wouldn't say anything
before I do.

But if this continues
to go well,

I'm gonna ask her
to move in with me.

- Move in with you?

You've only been together
a few weeks.

- At our age,
you know when you know,

you know?
- Huh.

- Now, one more thing.

Your mother tells me
you're thinking of taking

this big date of yours
to Beefsteak Charlie's.

- Uh-huh.
- [chuckles]

No dice.

If we're gonna be family,
I can't let that happen.

- Family.
- You see this?

Here's a little
something extra.

You take this girl of yours
to someplace classy.

Capisce?

- Capisce.
- On me.

- Family.

[sighs]

[Bob Seger's
"You'll Accomp'ny Me"]

[folk rock music]

♪

- ♪ A Gypsy wind
is blowin' warm tonight ♪

♪

♪ The sky is starlit
and the time is right ♪

♪ And still you're tellin' me
you have to go ♪

♪

♪ Before you leave
there's something ♪

♪ You should know

♪

♪ Yeah

♪ Something
you should know, babe ♪

♪

♪ I've seen you smilin'
in the summer sun ♪

♪

♪ I've seen your long hair
flying when you run ♪

♪

♪ I've made my mind up
that it's meant to be ♪

♪

♪ Someday, lady,
you'll accompany me ♪

- I was gonna
get you something,

but I thought it was better
if I make you something,

so here you go.

- Hm, let's see
what we got here.

- Take a look.
- Okay.

What we got?
What we got?

Oh, we got a--it's nice.
- It's pretty great, right?

- Yes, uh...
- You don't recognize it?

- No.

- It's where we had
our first kiss, all right?

In the sixth grade
at the promised land

on that bench.
- Oh, well, that's very sweet.

- You don't like it.
- No, I do.

It's very thoughtful.
- Are you sure?

Are you sure?

Because, I mean, it took me
all day to work on this,

and I wasn't so sure
about the frame,

so I figured you could
always switch that out,

which is why
I didn't splurge on that.

You know, I got you
flowers, too, of course, so...

- Thank you.
- Happy birthday.

You don't like it, do you?
- I do.

- Are you sure?

Because the guys told me
I should get you

perfume or jewelry,
but I think this

is so much more meaningful.

You know,
it's like a landmark for us.

- I know, and that's
what makes it sweet,

and every time I look at it,
I will appreciate

how much time and thought
you put

into this gift for me, okay?
- Okay.

So what is it?

'Cause you got something
going on tonight.

- I got fired.
- Ah, shit.

All right, well, what happened?

- It was that woman
I told you about.

- That bitch who's always
making fun of you?

- But it was more than that.

It was like...

you know, I got the job
that I thought I wanted,

and then
it wasn't what I thought,

and now I don't know
what I want.

- Whoa, what are you
talking about?

You don't want to be
a fashion designer anymore?

That's what
you've always wanted.

- Yeah, and I still do,
but, like,

now that I'm
in the, like, "business" of it,

it's, like, fucking hard,
and it just feels

like a stupid pipe dream.

- Hey, look at me.

That's bullshit.

Who made the dress
you're wearing?

- I did.
- That's right.

It's not a pipe dream.
It's a reality.

There she is.

- Hey, Nick, can you
come here a minute?

What?

- Is that?
- Yeah.

It's from Brooklyn Law.

It's, like, really thin.
Is that good or bad?

What does it say?

Did you get in?

- [sighs]

[phone rings]

- Hello?

Oh, hi.

Um...

yeah, can you hold on
for just a minute?

All right, thanks.
Um...

Nick, it's the girl
from the city.

Do you want me to tell her
that you'll call her back?

- Uh...no.

No, it's--it's okay.
I'll take it.

- Okay.

- I'm really sorry.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

- Hey, Juliana.

I don't think
I can make it tonight.

Yeah, I'm just--
I'm not feeling too good.

I must've ate something.

Yeah, sorry, I just--

Okay, yeah, I'll call you.

All right,
yeah, have a good night.

- Can I ask you a question?
- Yeah.

- Whose fucking idea was this?

- This?
- Yeah.

- It was my sister's idea,
but not the photo itself.

That was this guy.
- That was all you.

- Yeah, but, yeah, the idea
to give you a picture,

that was Genie's.
- Okay.

Well, in the future,
maybe don't listen to her

when she tries to give you
birthday gift advice.

- Oh, really?

I knew you fucking
didn't like it.

I knew it.
You lied to me to my face.

- I didn't say
I didn't like it.

I just don't think
it's, like, a main event

kind of gift, you know?
- Oh, no.

- It's more like
a stocking stuffer.

- Yeah.

- Not an
under-the-Christmas-tree gift.

- Oh, sure, sure.
- You know what I mean?

- Yeah.
- You catch my drift?

- I catch your drift.

- You know,
speaking of stocking stuffers,

I'll tell you something
I really want.

If maybe you could unwrap this.
- You sure you want that?

You don't want this?
Take a last look.

- [chuckles]
- One last look.

It's your last chance,
just this or that.

- Oh, yeah, no, it is nice.

It's real nice, but I think--

I think I prefer this kind.

[Ozark Mountain Daredevils'
"Jackie Blue"]

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- ♪ Ooh, Jackie Blue

♪ What's a game, girl,
if you never lose? ♪

♪ Ask a winner, and you'll
probably find ♪

♪ Ooh, Jackie

- I mean, I had to cancel.
How am I supposed to face her?

How am I supposed to tell her
that I didn't get in?

She's gonna think
I'm a total fricking loser.

- Tell me about it.

I finally fall in love--
me out of all fucking people--

and what do I do?

I don't even have
the balls to tell her.

- Yeah.

Wait, what?
Fall in love?

Who the hell
did you fall in love with?

- Fuck, I probably
didn't even tell you.

I've been hanging out
with Tammy for a little bit.

- Tammy?
- Mm-hmm.

- Wait, Tammy Tammy?
- Tammy Tammy.

- Wait, hanging out
and falling in love

are two very different things.
Which one is it, my man?

- It doesn't even matter.
She already broke it off.

- Ah.

So no law school for me,
no love for you.

Hey, at least we got
each other, right?

- You're looking for a smack?
- No.

No, I'm just--I'm toasting
to friendship.

That's all.

- What's the score?
- Don't ask.

Thank you.
- [chuckles]

Oh, jeez.

- So...

how did she like
her birthday present?

- She liked it.

- Good, she better.
That was a nice shot.

By the way,
I hope you don't mind,

but I went down
into your darkroom tonight,

snooped around a little bit,
take a look

at what you're working on,
and I gotta tell you

I love those pictures

you've been taking
of your friends.

Telling you, James,
you're onto something

with those shots.

Those are special.

- Yeah, yeah, that was
my attempt at Bruce Davidson.

- No, that was more
than an attempt.

I would say you succeeded.

Those are the best shots
you've ever taken,

even better than your
"Sunrise at Yosemite."

- It's apples and oranges, Dad.

Besides, my Yosemite shots
got me the job

with the "National Geographic."
- Yeah, don't remind me.

What is it, eight days
until my little man leaves me?

- Yeah.

- Breaking my fucking heart.
I hope you know that.

- [chuckles]
All right, relax.

You'll survive.

- [chuckles]
Says you.

So, look, I got an idea
I want to throw at you.

What are you planning on doing
with those pictures anyhow?

- Those pictures?
Nothing, I don't know.

- How would you feel
if I showed them

to that guy whose house
we painted the other day?

He really knows his stuff,
and I don't know.

I want to get his thoughts.
- Thoughts on what?

- Just thinking maybe you
should do more work like that.

Not that I don't love
the nature stuff, but--

- But what?

Huh, you don't think
I'm good enough?

- No, that's not it at all.

I just think
you discovered a talent

that you didn't know you had,

and, well, maybe that
is your true calling.

Something to think about.

- [chuckles]

- And the Mets pull it out.

They have come from behind
once again.

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