Funny About Love Page #2

Yes, I am.

You want to play house with me?

- Hi.

- Welcome to my house.

Thank you.

I made you a little something.

I thought we might get hungry.

Perfect! I got something for you, too.

- Wait right here.

- What?

- Don't look till I say when.

- OK, OK, OK. What?

Now look.

- It's wonderful.

- Really? You really like it?

Oh, it's... What is it?

Well, I call it

Flying Angel Coming to Cook for Me.

It's great.

This is a great place.

Have you always lived here alone?

- No, I was married for a while.

- Really? What happened?

That good, huh?

I was married for three years.

- What happened?

- It was all my fault.

I just couldn't get along with

the other woman he was seeing.

- That's funny.

- Thanks.

Sure, sure! That's all right.

You go on, Rudy, have a good time.

Don't you worry about me,

just 'cause I'm blind and deaf...

- Sh, sh.

- Don't worry about me.

- I'll make out all right.

- It's OK.

Of course. It's perfect.

- Is it my birthday?

- Every day is your birthday.

Oh, look!

Oh, it's great!

Sorry. Sorry. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry I'm late.

The plane was circling for 45 minutes.

- I know. I called the airport.

- Forgive me.

I know how important this is to you.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

It's OK. Don't worry.

We'll do it next month.

Do you know how cute you look

with your hair wet like that?

- Everything was perfect.

- Yep.

Your eggs were right,

temperature was just right.

I have an idea.

It just hit me.

- Why don't we do it anyway?

- The doctor said to try around noon.

- It's 4.15.

- So what?

Maybe your eggs are on California time.

Is that not possible?

Oh, all right. Come on.

Worst thing that can happen,

we'll have two hours

of incredible, unreproductive sex.

Work, work, work! All I do is work!

It's a dirty job,

but somebody's got to do it.

Take off your clothes.

This shouldn't hurt.

It's nobody's fault, Mr Bergman.

have difficulty conceiving.

- But it can't be nobody's fault.

- Duffy, come on.

You're saying it's my fault

we can't have a baby.

- I didn't say it was your fault.

- I want the answer to a question.

Mr Bergman,

could I ask you a question?

- Yes.

- Are you sure you want a child?

Am I sure I want a child?

You mean, do I want to have a baby?

Excuse me, Dr Benjamin,

could we just have a few moments?

Of course.

- Just let me know when you're ready.

- Thanks.

- OK. What's going on?

- You're not going to like it.

Come on, come on.

Open those lips and tell me.

- Come on.

- I'm scared.

You're scared?

What are you scared of?

I'm scared that if we have a baby,

I won't get the hugs and the kisses

and all the holding that I'm used to.

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