The Big Chill Page #2

Maybe I'll have mine here too.

We give first preference to people who

kill themselves in our bathroom.

That was a terrible thing to say.

I don't know why I said that.

That's why I don't smoke anymore.

Dope makes me stupid.

You talking about me?

Here's the guy who did this to me.

I no longer know

how to handle myself stoned.

You don't have to

handle yourself with us.

Will you marry me?

Both of you?

That sh*t they got

about your marriage wasn't from me.

I didn't know they were doing a story,

or why you don't believe me.

- Let's drop it!

- Say you believe me.

I believe you.

I always believe you.

Honest to God, I know it's crap.

That's why I'm getting out.

Yeah? What're you going to do?

I'm opening a club.

No sh*t!

Like Elaine's, but hipper.

Elaine's is dead.

You got the money?

Almost, almost.

Well, let me know.

What do you mean?

I might be interested.

Really?

So you and Alex were staying here?

We have a room downstairs.

Well, we did.

I do.

I found him.

God, it must have been awful.

It was. It was a real mess.

What will you do now?

We cleaned it up.

Are you going to stay here?

Yeah, till Sarah kicks me out.

I'm sure she'd never do that.

That's right, if I may.

That's why I'm calling, Jim.

That way, I can have a piece for you

this week and next week...

Give me a break.

I'll fly to Dallas on Monday.

She won't regain

her eyesight over the weekend.

I know, but I think I've got

something good right here.

I don't know.

It's about everything.

Suicide, despair, where did our

hope go...

Lost hope.

That's it, lost hope.

You think everything's boring.

You wouldn't say that

if it was the "Lost Hope Diet."

Michael's office called.

He doesn't have to be

in Dallas till Monday.

He asked to stay the weekend.

Harold, you didn't.

What could I say?

He knows that Sam is staying...

...and Karen, Richard and Meg.

Meg's not staying.

Well, actually...

Where will we put them?

We'll make room.

Hi, guys.

- Hey, Nick.

- How you doing?

Good.

Advertising's all right.

A lot of bullshit

with clients and stuff.

But it's all right.

It's a decent living.

Not as much as we spend, of course.

Just kidding.

It's exactly as much as we spend.

What have you got, an oil leak?

Can I give you a hand?

I think I got it.

I feel like I have never been

alone in my own house.

Never. Either Richard is there,

or the boys or the housekeeper.

Remember those lab rats who went

crazy when deprived of privacy?

They're living with you too?

- Should we push the beds together?

- Why?

Okay. How about further apart?

In January we open in Greensboro.

And in April, our second store

in Charleston.

How many is that now?

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