Life of the Party Page #2

How did he sound?

I don't know.

He sounded like him.

How can you eat that?

I'm hungry.

Everything's falling

apart, you're eating.

He was just taking

a little break, that's all.

Yeah, but a break

from what?

I mean, why does

he need a break?

What does he need a break for?

They're perfect together.

I'm worried about him, man.

I'm really, really worried.

I wouldn't be too worried.

How do you...

I mean, this is really...

Hey, buddy.

Oh, hey, hey, you came.

Of course we did.

What were we gonna

do, not come?

Forget about it.

Uh...

...some friends of mine.

Artie...

...certified literary giant.

I write reviews

for a vintage car magazine.

Kipp... Musician

extraordinaire.

I do jingles.

Say cheese, please.

Wakka, wakka.

Humble guys.

And this is Caroline...

currently in arbitrage...

which I don't really

know what that is.

Not important.

So should we get a table?

Sure.

Great.

Okay.

I'll be right back.

Who is she?

Who cares?

He's trying to score, bozo.

I am not trying to score.

She's just a...

Total babe.

He's married, for Pete's

sake. He's separated.

Hey, hey.

It's a trial thing.

She just needs some time.

For what?

To stop thinking she likes

somebody more than me.

Who?

Hold on.

Wait a minute.

Pheebs is making it

with another guy?

No way.

I found it fairly

devastating, myself.

Come on, let's

get a table.

Hey, whoa.

Anything else for you, sir?

Another for me...

Want another double?

Sure.

Wow.

You can real

ly handle your...

I mean, another double

and you seem perfectly...

Perfect.

Am I?

Would you care

for another drink?

Uh, nothing for us.

We got to go.

Where?

Got a train to catch.

Not yet.

Not yet.

Yeah, yet.

Oh, come on.

Just stay...

stay one more round.

No can do, pal.

Geez!

Let's go.

It's nice to meet you.

Listen, Mikey,

if you need anything...

...okay, I'm a phone call away.

All right. See you.

So... Caroline...

May I call you Caroline?

It's not Cary or

Dave or anything, is it?

So... Caroline...

What can I say?

Um, God, how can

I say this? I, um...

Do you remember

Don Quixote?

He had a way of wanting

people to think.

...that he was a shimmery, glimmery

knight in fabulous armor.

In actuality, he had a helmet

made of cardboard...

...and he was tilting at windmills

because he was, uh...

How do I say this? Um...

I, uh...

I'm...

Married...

...for a while now

and no other women so far.

I just, uh, knew you'd be safe.

Safe?

Sexually.

Ah.

Is that what we're here for?

Yes.

I suppose I am very safe.

You see, Caroline...

I still do love the woman

that I'm married to.

And although we're

temporarily, um...

I couldn't...

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