Charly Page #3

I don't think they anticipated someone

would go wading in the reflection pool.

Can I get you anything else?

I'd like a glass of Merlot please.

I'm sorry, we don't serve alcohol here.

Would you care for something else.

We're fine, thanks.

You people are so much fun.

- Charlene...

- Charly

Charly, why did you ask me out?

Your magnetic personality.

I feel irresistibly drawn to you.

- Can you be serious.

- I'm trying to be.

You are the oddest woman

I have ever met.

You lie all the time, you've no respect

and you're always messing around.

- I have no idea how to take you.

- Take me where?

Truth? You intrigue me.

A grown man

who still believes in fairy-tales.

But I wonder...

...does he really believe it or has he

just never read anything else?

Maybe it's not a fairy-tale.

Sam, you are not like any Prince

I've ever read about...

...and I am no Princess.

Still, you do have a castle

and it is beautiful.

Who knows? Maybe while I'm here

I could learn more about you.

The Mormons, I mean.

I think I can arrange that.

The first principle

is the plan of our Heavenly Father...

Maybe a Missionary discussion wasn't

the best choice for a second date...

...but it went well, I thought

and I was ready for the next step.

I don't believe a word of it.

My grandmother is convinced

I'm in the clutches of a strange man...

...bent on making me the

newest member of your church.

And she thinks it's all very romantic.

My parents vowed never to let anyone

pick me up from the airport again.

What do you do with all this stuff?

We can it.

We put it in glass jars and store it.

Doesn't my Dad pay

your father enough?

You're changing the subject.

What about the Missionaries?

I told you, I don't believe it.

- What are these?

- Green beans. Have one.

Why don't you believe it?

I told you. The whole thing is ridiculous.

The hardest thing to understand is

why you believe it.

- You look like an intelligent person.

- Is that right?

Of course, looks can be deceiving.

You have raspberries.

- Why don't you find out for yourself?

- No, I thought that's what I'd done.

You have to ask.

These would be so good

with ice cream.

I mean you have to pray.

- To what?

- God.

"Hey, God, you up there?"

Something like that.

And He'll just pop right up and answer?

Me and all the other

five, six billion people on the planet?

He'll answer. Really.

Like hearing voices?

No, it's... You feel it

more than anything else and you know.

You're kind of cute

when you're serious.

You've got this furrow thing right there.

Very distinguished.

We could pray right now, right here.

It's secluded.

Why, Sam. You romantic devil you.

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