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I mean, come on.

What are you doing?

Matty, are you all right?

Lady Dragon Shoes.

Can I help you?

The blonde?

What are you doing?

Give me some shoes.

- Shoes?

- Yeah.

Got lots of shoes.

I'm sorry I took so long.

Pink. It's my last pair.

Could I help you with anything?

Yes.

Those shoes in the window.

The black ones

with the red sole.

I'd like to try them on, please.

The blacks and reds. Okay.

I'll just go in the back

and get them for you.

That's where we keep them--

in the back--so...

I'll be right back.

Uh, Matty?

Maybe you'd like to ask the lady

what size shoe she wears.

- Right.

- 8 1/2.

Like Fellini.

Right.

I mean his movie, not his shoe size.

Sh*t.

What was that?

Fellini! What the hell

was I thinking?

I have no idea.

But you were right about one thing.

God, she's beautiful.

And you, my man,

are an idiot.

All right, look.

Here's the thing, all right?

You've obviously blown it,

she obviously hates you,

so you stay right here

and let the man take a shot.

- Shut up. Give me the shoes.

- All right. Go.

Just remember--

you're not funny.

Here we go.

Black and red.

What do you think?

They're too big.

Too big? Really?

Luke, these are 9 1/2s.

I'm sorry.

That's the smallest size we have.

Oh, well. Too bad.

Not--you know...

not necessarily.

We can order these for you.

Special order. And, uh--

I can, uh, if you leave your number,

I can give you a call personally

when they come in.

Do you normally spy on people?

What?

Are you really gonna tell me that

you're a huge fan of modern dance?

Look, I've never done

Honestly--could you let me take you out

for a cup of coffee and explain?

I don't think so.

I'll stay on my side of the table.

I promise.

Just call me

when the shoes come in, okay?

Listen, I'm not

Sh*t.

"Tomorrow night. 6:00.

Caf Tangiers on Kinzie.

Now you won't have to follow me. "

Well, my parents eventually split up,

and my mom moved back to Prague.

But my dad's still here.

He lives in California.

I wish I was in California right now.

So, why did you want

to become a photographer?

Fish.

Fish.

Tropical fish, actually.

When I was a kid, I used to go

to the library and pick out all the books...

...with tropical fish, you know.

Beautiful colors and shapes.

When I was eight years old, I realized

someone had to take pictures of the fish.

And I wanted that to be me.

But I grew up and I realized that...

things don't have to be extraordinary

to be beautiful.

The ordinary

could be just as beautiful.

Like what?

Well...

Like--you see the couple there?

Look at the way the girl

is holding on to him so tight.

But he can still drink his coffee.

It looks like she feels safe

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