Anything for Love Page #3

Oh!

I'm Brooke.

She's angel.

Oh, hello, angel.

Welcome to earth.

What do you do, Jack?

He's a doctor.

He's a renowned

cardiologist

at Chicago west.

That's not entirely...

Oh, don't be modest.

You should be very proud

of yourself.

So have you saved many lives?

Um...

Happens every day.

He once held a living heart

in his own two hands.

No...

Do you

remember that?

You're kidding.

Gosh, I can't even imagine

how that must feel.

Right?

I mean, that must

feel like...

I guess the way I felt

when I scored

that winning touchdown

in super bowl xlv.

Super bowl?

Hmm?

You're a professional

football player?

What?

Oh... well, I mean,

I used to be...

Used to.

Yeah, and then

I blew out my knee,

so... you know,

now I just scout.

Brooke...

You know...

I can't, uh, lie to you.

- Oh, but no...

- I'm actually a...

I am not

a cardiologist.

I'm an r.N.

R.N.?

Really... naughty?

Registered nurse.

But you're going

to become a doctor?

I mean, eventually?

Eventually.

No. Uh, no.

I actually love what I do.

I'm quite proud of it.

Wow!

I mean, that's really...

Amazing.

Yeah!

Thank you.

Oh, hey, um,

we've got to go.

- No, you don't.

- Yeah, we do.

We've got that thing.

Yeah, that... that thing.

I know you don't have

that thing!

Why do you do this?

Got really quiet

in here

all of a sudden.

- Smell that?

- What is that?

Smells like

a train wreck.

That's you

and your lies.

Good one.

You'd save yourself

a hefty mortgage payment

if you'd just admit

you actually live here.

How was your date?

Well...

Oh! Wow.

'Kay...

Holy cow!

What is this for?

I'm guessing an opening bid

for a future corporate merger.

You are so cynical.

Says the dreamer.

There's nothing wrong

with assuming

the best of people.

Unfortunately,

I can't afford to do that.

You have got

to get over

this whole paranoid

"they're all after my

corporate wealth and power"

hang-up.

Easy for you to say.

Oh, really?

You think most guys

are attracted to me

because of my bubbly

personality?

This is the hard

part of dating...

Finding that

one genuine guy

after weeding out

all the fakes.

I hate dating.

All the guys I meet

are so...

Uptight? Boring?

Self-centered?

Yes...

Yeah.

Or completely

intimidated by my career.

You know how I get

those butterflies

and goosebumps

when I'm about

to close a big deal?

You mean the

cramps and the rash?

Whatever.

That's when

I'm feeling challenged

and excited and alive,

and every cell

in my body is tingling.

Why can't I meet a man

who makes me feel like that?

How far are you

willing to go?

I'd consider the suburbs.

Yeah...

Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

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