50 First Dates Page #5

- Order up!

- Don't move. I have to talk to you.

- Okay.

- Hey! Tattoo-Face!

- Hey, Peanut Butter Cups!

Hi.

Hi.

My fingers are extra fishy today,

if you care to take a whiff.

What was that?

I was petting my walrus all morning

and thinking of you the whole time.

Okay, pervert.

I think that you should leave.

What? I was joking because

of what we talked about yesterday.

Yesterday?

I've never even met you.

- Nick! I need help!

- Coming, Lucy.

Nick, put that down.

I'll handle it.

- You, follow me.

- Wait a... What's going on?

I was kidding around with you!

What's happening here?

Is she crazy or something?

Lucy is a very special person.

Very different from other people.

Okay.

About a year ago, Lucy was

in a terrible car accident.

She and her father went up

North Shore to get a pineapple.

Her father broke some ribs, but Lucy

suffered a serious head injury.

She lost her short-term memory.

So she can't remember anything?

No, no, no, she has all of her

long-term memory.

That's a different part

of the brain.

Her whole life, up to the night before

the accident, she remembers.

She just can't retain

any new information.

It's like her slate gets wiped clean

every night while she sleeps.

Hold on. This sounds like something

I would tell a psycho girl...

...so she'd stop calling me.

Am I the psycho girl?

I wish I was making this up!

She has no memory

that she ever met you.

What about the

pineapple-picking thing?

She says that every day,

because each morning...

...she wakes up thinking it's

October 13th of last year.

She comes for breakfast because

that's what she did on Sundays...

...and October 13th

was a Sunday.

She has no idea

it's more than a year later.

She reads the newspaper.

It's a special paper her father

puts on their porch.

It's from the day of her accident.

He got hundreds of them printed.

Lucy does the same thing every day.

- Hello!

- Back here.

- Hi, Dad!

- Oh, hi, sweetie.

You got one without me.

The lady at the farmers' market

gave it to me as a birthday present.

I didn't wanna hurt her feelings.

I think she likes you.

- Yeah, what's not to like?

- What about our tradition?

Well, I have another idea.

I painted my workshop yesterday.

White.

Now it's too white.

Gives me a headache.

Oh, yeah, you definitely

need some colour in here.

Well, you know,

that's what I was thinking.

- Really?

- Yeah. Go nuts.

- Paint me something for my birthday.

- I will.

And promise that we can pick

a pineapple for Thanksgiving, okay?

- Sounds great.

- Okay, good.

Hey, you should watch the Vikings

game while I'm painting.

Good idea.

- Yeah, baby. Isolate.

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