Life or Something Like It Page #2

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Do you see what I have

to put up with, Dennis?

I am not just a reporter.

I am a TV personality.

My hair is my trademark.

Just like the

l-don't-like-to-shower look

is your trademark.

Lanie, enough.

Pete, enough out of you, too.

- Dennis.

- What?

They're ready

for you in edit 3.

Thanks, Mo.

I'll be there in a minute.

Dennis--

Look, now I want you two

to stay in this room

till I get back,

and then we'll discuss

your next story.

In the meantime, stop

acting like children

and find out a way to get along.

So, uh, how's Cal?

Fine.

How's bachelorette number 3?

You know, for someone

who supposedly hates me,

you take a healthy interest

in my love life, don't you?

Ohh, the words "healthy"

and your"love life"

do not belong in

the same sentence.

You trying to live

vicariously maybe?

I mean, God knows

your fianc's never around,

so maybe that's it.

You don't bother me.

You can't.

Because no matter how

you'd like to define it,

I can honestly say

at this moment,

my life is perfect.

Define perfection.

I'll define perfection.

Great job, great friends--

Thank you.

Great man, great apartment.

Great hair, great body.

- Thank you.

- Uh-huh.

Great new job opportunity.

Yep. Dennis told me.

And don't worry about me,

I'm fine.

I'm happy for you.

- Really?

- Really.

That's so nice.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I love your earrings.

Thank you.

You gave them to me.

- Oh.

Anyway, Pete's a dick.

He's arrogant and rude--

He's a malcontented--

Anti-socialjuvenile.

Who's overrated and overpaid.

He has no manners.

He has no idea

how to treat a lady.

But he's good in bed.

What?

You slept with Pete.

- I did.

- Yeah?

Yeah.

He has a kind of--

kind of quirky,

sort of loner appeal,

don't you think?

No, I mean, I don't.

l-- You know, but you--

That's great.

So you're seeing Pete now?

No, no, of course not.

Actually, I have my eye

on our new sportscaster...

Rick.

Hmm. That's great.

You're not mad about Pete?

Pete? I don't care

who Pete sleeps with.

He sleeps with everybody.

The 405 will be obstructed

by a 3-car accident

late this afternoon.

Thanks, man.

My pleasure.

Highway 405 will be obstructed

by a 3-car accident

late this afternoon.

Continued turmoil

in the technology sector

all next week.

Prophet Jack.

Jack, how are you?

Remember me?

What is he doing?

I don't know.

And I think he knows him.

Yeah, he would.

I'm glad you dressed

for the occasion.

Doing a story on

a homeless guy,

and you wear a designer suit.

Don't be a wanker, Pete.

How exactly

do you know this person?

Overheard him yelling about

a couple of stock tips,

made a little coin.

Ah, and still,

you couldn't afford a haircut.

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