America's Sweethearts Page #3

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Lots of intrigue, lots of whispers,|lots of talk.

What happens if this one tanks?

I hate Larry King.|Why did I do his stupid show?

-Just breathe.|-I don't want to breathe.

"Your last two movies|crashed and burned."

I wanted to choke him to death|with those stupid suspenders.

-Everyone hates me.|-No one hates you.

The lighting was great.|You looked great. Everybody said so.

-Who?|-You looked great.

Thanks. As if she really knows.

Have a sip of water.|It'll make you feel better.

Is this the one with the electrolytes?|I only like that water.

-Larry said you were amazing.|-Thank you.

I love Larry.

Let's love him down to the dressing room.

-Black or white?|-White.

And those glasses.|Who wears frames that big anymore?

He looks like a bug.

I just want this week to be over.

Why can't the world accept the fact|I don't want to be with Eddie anymore?

I just want to scream at people,|"Get a life!"

-I want this week to be over. Is it?|-Almost. Push.

I'm sorry.

I smell smoke. Is somebody smoking?

-I don't know.|-It's probably Larry.

-How many heart attacks has he had?|-Six? Maybe seven?

Can we just go?|I don't want to be here anymore.

-Those are beautiful.|-Okay.

I got a call from Lee today.

-Who's Lee?|-The studio's publicist. You remember.

-I do?|-Remember were you were doing Letterman?

You got upset when they bumped your|show off the air due to the Gulf War.

He was there.|He got you that English toffee.

I remember the English toffee. Great toffee.

We'll get you some when you meet|with him to talk about the junket.

-Oh, God. Do I have to?|-Meet with him? Yes, you have to.

It's not fair. All this pressure on me|and none whatsoever on Eddie.

He's probably having the time of his life.

This letter is a very important part|of the healing process.

Writing to your mother,|you have the opportunity to thank her...

...or forgive her or ask her why she did|the things she did.

Don't mail the letter.

The simple act of putting it on paper|frees you...

...allows you to let go.

Now, what did you say to your mother?

"Dear Mom:

"F*** you."

Okay. We'll try the letter some other time.

Are you comfortable|speaking about Gwen?

-Do you think I should?|-There is no "should."

-Do you think I can?|-What is "can"?

All right.

There was this place in Chinatown.

Tiny little place.

We'd go there and they wouldn't bother us.

We'd order wonton soup and crumpled|duck and sit there for hours, talking.

She took him there.

She took him to our crumpled duck.

I followed them and I saw him|pouring the soup and smiling....

It was a total accident.

Next thing, she told the press I tried to kill|her. That's crazy. She loves to overreact.

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