The Pick-up Artist Page #3

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- I can't believe this!

- Hands on the hood.

- Haven't you heard of the Fifth Amendment?

- First Amendment. For privacy, go to a motel.

- I'm broke.

- I suppose you're broke too?

- Not exactly.

- What do you mean?

Would you excuse me for just one second?

What does "not exactly" mean?

- I have a little cash.

- 20? 10?

- Only hundreds.

- How many?

- Six, but they're Alonzo's.

- In your purse?

- Do you want to spend the night in jail?

- No way.

Give me a hundred.

Do you have change of a hundred?

Thanks for helping out.

By the way, what happened to Lester?

- Gluckman? He retired last week.

- Send him my best.

You know what I really like about you?

You would never take a baseball bat

and break some poor guy's kneecaps

just cos he said a few words to me.

- Are you talking about Alonzo?

- Yeah.

Sometimes he'll follow me around all night in

his car, hoping he'll catch me with some guy.

- Would you mind if I dropped you off here?

- Not at all.

- How will we meet each other again?

- The same way we met tonight. Fate.

So, honey,

how much time are they giving me?

- I'm handling it, Dad.

- How?

Dad, I'm handling it.

You must have been out late last night.

I woke up several times and looked in

to say hello, but you weren't there.

I was out with friends.

What happened? Did anything go wrong?

- I mean, did you need my help?

- I was fine.

- That's it?

- I'm full.

- I'll have to get rid of half the insulin.

- Great.

- So eat the Fruitful Bran.

- No more room.

Grandma, two bites of toast,

three sips of orange juice?

That's not enough for a growing girl.

OK, now, brace yourself.

Now we get to play "let's find the digoxin".

- They were right there on the table.

- When was that?

Not long ago.

With medication you have to be precise.

One little mistake can do monstrous harm.

How'd you sleep?

So many dreams, Jackie.

Your mother in the convertible Plymouth,

looking younger than you do.

- And dinner with Fritz.

- Fritz?

He's from Vienna. You wouldn't know him.

- Are you all right, Jackie?

- Great.

You don't know a diabetic crazy enough

to eat a bunch of chocolate bars, do you?

No. No, that would be insane.

Here they are. Here, take your pill.

Look. Now, what are these?

Celia! Hi!

It's Jack Jericho.

How's tonight for you?

I was thinking we could take a drive,

take a walk. We can do whatever you want.

Hi. I'm back. No, that was the phone.

I'm in the shower.

I beg your pardon?

This is Jack Jericho -

the guy you liked on the street the other day.

I came up and told you you had the face

of a Botticelli and the body of a De... Hello?

Celia?

Celia?

Mr. Jericho, just the man I wanted to see.

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