Serving Sara Page #2

---

Listen, Joe.

This is the Texas branch

of my biggest account|here in New York.

This file could open up|a lot of out-of-state business

for me, you understand?

It's an easy job.

All you gotta do is do it fast.

None of that lollygagging,|six-day crap on this.

I'm serious.

You got it, boss.

And let me just say,|from the bottom of my heart

that suit is kicking.

Get out!

I'm going to go.

You better go.

"Your suit kickin'."

Shoot, this suit cost me $300.

Adios, good-bye, amigos...

Say, what time is your flight|again, sweetheart?

It's 11:
20.

Well, lookie there!|Perfect timing.

I am the king.

Well done, Mr. Cowboy.

That's right, Mama.|Boy, I tell you what.

You're my darling,|dearest, dearie

darling gal, and|I'll tell you what.

Any of them New York boys got|their hands on you, and, ooh!

I wouldn't know what to do.

Well, here we are.

Now, hey, you call me|when you get there?

I will.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I love you, girl.

I love you, too.

Okay.

You get that, all right?

Well, go on.

Have a good time.

Okay. Bye.

until my back was to the floor

then I'd try to get some more

And when it came to gambling...

Hey, you!

Hey, darling!

Hey, how are you?

Good. Huh?

What'd I tell you?|Perfect timing.

You're the king.

Thank you very much.

Ooh, I missed you.

Hey!

All right, all right,|we're going.

Quick as a hiccup.

Hey, Joe.

No hard feelings|about before, Joe?

Really.

Good luck.

Yeah, blow me.

Yeah, keep dreaming, Joe.

He gets me|with that every time.

Hello?

Sara Moore?

Yeah?

Listen up.

If I were you,|I'd get the hell out

of your apartment right now.

Who is this?

Let's just say a... a friend.

Look, some a**hole's on his way|up there to serve you papers.

He's going to say|he's delivering flowers.

Papers?

What? Is this about|my parking tickets?

No, no, no, no.|It's a lot bigger than that.

Look, I really don't have|any idea

what you're talking about, so...

Hey, lady?

When is getting served papers|ever good, huh?

Don't be stupid.|Hang up, and get out.

Oh...

Sara Moore?

Um... no, uh...

she's there in 7-E.

Thanks.

You know, once that little light|goes on, you're good.

Yeah.

Sara, welcome home!

Why are you calling me Sara?

Hey!

Sara!

Merry Christmas.

Sh*t!

Taxi!

Taxi!

Oh!

Excuse me. Uh...

Whoa, whoa!

Mrs. Moore.

Do you have an appointment?

I just need to get away|for a sec.

Okay, have a nice day.

Whoa! Creep!

I'd like to request...

Sir, can I help you?

Sir, this is|a woman's spa, sir.

Cool!

Oh!

Either of you two creatures seen|Sara Moore?

Get out!

Hey, you are wrapped|too tight, lady.

Excuse me, sir.|You cannot...

Hey, Sara, welcome back.

Why do people keep|calling me Sara? I'm not.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes