Chances Are Page #3

- Hello, honey!

- Hi Mom.

Where are you?

I'm on the New Jersey turnpike.

I'm running a little late.

I'll be home for dinner.

Great! Are you alone, or are you

bringing the missing link with you?

Mom, we broke up months ago.

Well, I never thought

he was right for you.

I know. OK. I have to go.

Be careful, sweetheart. Bye-bye.

- You were right! Maintenance had it.

- Great.

- And look what I found.

- What?

Jackie Kennedy's earrings!

They were with the dinosaur teeth.

Inventory got 'em mixed up

when we switched buildings.

Corinne, you should

have been a first lady.

I was, once.

Corinne, can I go?

Sure. I'll see you

tomorrow morning at six.

Six? This is the opening of an

exhibit, not... a dairy farm.

You're right. I'll see

you at six thirty.

Six thirty.

- Good night, Joe. See you, John.

- Ms Jeffries.

Hi, handsome.

I'm having those dreams again.

The X-rated ones with Louie.

- Dr Bailey, you'd be shocked.

- What else? How have you been feeling?

Fantastic. It was Louie's

birthday on Saturday.

I baked him a cake with

little cherries in it.

I thought we agreed that you were

going to stop cooking for Louie.

It was his birthday.

It makes me happy to feed him.

The Egyptians fed their dead.

Not after 23 years.

Now, when you first came to me

you told me that you wanted to free

yourself from your attachment to Louie.

That you wanted to move on, that you

wanted to experience love again.

And we agreed that that meant

a fruitful relationship with a man

who has a body.

Now, can you do that much, Corinne?

Can you refrain from these

activities that, uh

perpetuate your fantasy?

I'll try.

Here's your favourite... Peppermint

Patty. Good night!

He raised a gull-like

cry in the air.

Thar she blows!

Thar she blows!

A hump like a snow hill!

It is Moby Dick!

I liked it so much better.

From the day I said goodbye.

And I tell myself I'm free.

But I'm only fooling me.

Cos no matter what I do.

I can't get over you.

A Mr Alex Finch to see Mr Bradlee.

Mr Bradlee doesn't

know who you are.

- I'm sure he would recognise me if...

- I'm sorry.

- May I help you?

- Can I... try him one...?

Goodbye.

Excuse me. I was wondering

if Mr Bradlee...?

I have a delivery for Mr Bradlee.

Hi, there. Morning.

Oh, good. You're here.

Thanks.

Who the hell are you?

I met you at Yale,

sir, where I went.

You gave a lecture and you told

me to look you up when I got out.

I just got out yesterday, and here

I am! I want to be a reporter.

How'd you get up here?

The elevator, sir. I...

I came up...

With me. He came up with me.

It's my very good friend...

Alex Finch.

I... I was editor of the

Yale Daily News and.

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