Grilled Page #3
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- 2006
- 83 min
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in luck, you're a schmuck.
You used to kill, Maury.
What happened?
- Things change, Dick.
- Forget it, Maury.
Dick, it's me,
all right?
Just tell my kid I loved her.
I'm gonna go find a ledge.
Don't be so
f***ing dramatic.
I'll give you something.
These are the best
I have today.
There's a deal in here,
God damn it, maybe two.
If you don't
write any business with these,
then we gotta
say goodbye.
I need closers
who close.
Now come on,
you guys are pros.
Don't press,
for Christ's sake.
I want you to go eat a good breakfast,
have an extra Danish,
then go write
some business.
Stay cool, boys.
It's gonna be a scorcher.
He could be here.
Perfect prospect.
A leaf from God.
I'm ready for him.
See, when I think
of that guy,
something happens.
Something kicks in.
I know. I know.
You get very excited.
- Oh.
- Nice, very nice.
Very good.
- Bye.
- Bye.
She's a very
fast learner.
Now she gives me lessons,
but not piano.
I'll tell you something.
With our program,
you'll be able to save a sizable portion
It's the right thing
to do, Leon. Take it.
It's very attractive, I must say.
- Go ahead.
He wants
Leon.
Beethoven... do you think
he thought to himself,
"Hey, should I write..."?
No, he wrote it.
And thank God he did.
It's the right thing to do, Leon.
Take it.
If I'm not gonna be a great composer,
at least I can eat well.
Next year I'm gonna
be out to here.
I'll tell you
something else,
even if you and that pretty little lady
there decide to tie the knot,
we just make
a few adjustments.
You too.
We talk
about that a lot.
shouldn't I?
When I look at her, I can tell she
just wants to be your wife.
Fellas, it's a sweet deal,
but I think I should...
run it by Karen.
When she moves in here,
my fridge is gonna be her fridge.
So why don't you
just leave your card
and we'll discuss it?
Take it.
Hold the pen!
You don't talk.
Yeah,
the next move is his.
He's only got one move.
- He takes the pen.
- He takes the pen, I know.
Why didn't you
give me a signal or something?
I don't care.
Give me the finger.
- I shushed you.
- You can't shush me.
I'm locked in, I'm not gonna hear that.
Touch my leg. That's all.
Jesus, Davey,
Then six months
of clinical, I'm a doctor.
L... I know.
My father would
have known that,
then... wow.
He'd still be dead, but with a different
expression on his face.
He'll know.
I don't think he ever
thought of me as a man.
You know, my father?
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