The Night We Never Met Page #2

and pick up some food and...

whip something up?

No.

When you cook for me,

I fall in love again.

I cannot do this now, hmm?

Mm.

I have an appointment early

in the morning for the PBS TV.

I show them tonight's tape.

Omelette?

Sam, mnh-mnh.

Someday when you're

a big restaurateur

and I am a star,

maybe for us it will work.

But now...

you must go.

Don't make it any harder for us.

Well...

Guess I'll be going.

Could you put out my cigarette?

Sure.

Ciao, Sammy.

# Rockaby, baby,

on the treetop #

Aah! # When the wind blows,

the cradle will rock #

Come on, baby. # When the bough breaks,

the cradle will fall #

Ooh! # And down will come baby,

cradle and all #

Yeah! Ooh!

Yeah!

Ooh! ooh! ooh!

Ooooh! Oh!

Ooh, yeah.

It's wake-up time, Brian.

Brian?

This is 96.3...

Good morning.

Nozart in the morning.

I was having the best

dream about us.

So was I.

Oh, I dreamt that we

were old, Brian...

and that we'd been

married for 50 years.

And all our grandchildren

and our great-grandchildren

were all gathered at Mommy's

in Nantucket

for our anniversary.

What was your dream about?

Mine?

Uh... like that.

Same kind.

Mr. Jonathan is coming over

wednesday after work,

and he's gonna show us

some fabrics.

We don't have to

decide right away.

That's what we pay him for.

Wednesday?

I thought I was

gonna see the guys.

Well, you'll have to

change it, darling.

No problem.

Oh, besides, we have the ballet

wednesday nights.

Oh, yeah, ballet.

I keep forgetting that.

Thank you. Good morning,

Mrs. Beehan.

Mr. Beehan.

What?

No.

No, I'm Beehan, he's McVeigh,

but just for a few more months.

Ah, f***.

Excuse me.

Rinse, Mr. Potesky.

I said, "Rinse," not gargle,

Mr. Potesky.

Rinse.

Hmm.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You may spit.

Would you adjust

my headrest again

on the left side here, 'cause...

Do you like my shirt?

It's very nice.

I just got it in London.

Would you... have...

Would you like to go

to London sometime?

I'm a married woman, Mr. Potesky.

Happily?

Dr. John.

Dr. John...

she won't go to London

with me, Doc.

Have a lolly.

He's all yours.

Thanks.

Can I ask you something?

When she works on me

with those rubber gloves,

that's just a standard practice

now, isn't it?

It's not...

Open.

Ahh.

I know, I know... I'm late.

It's okay.

There was a tie-up on the belt

parkway you wouldn't believe.

Oh, Aaron, it's not like the

tuna's gonna get cold.

All right, the truth...

I was at Marty's

watching the islanders,

overtime.

Look, I was with...

Pass the ketchup.

Oh, thanks.

Yeah.

Anyway, uh...

I was with Lucy, and she wanted...

That's good-looking tuna.

I lied.

There was no overtime.

No one's making a federal

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