A Lot Like Love Page #5
Is he a baseball player, a cosmonaut?
- Who said I had a breakup?
- You did.
In your kitchen
during your hypoglycemic rant.
- So? Spill it. Who's the guy?
- I'm not telling you.
Did you dump him?
No. He dumped you.
- I'm not gonna talk about it.
- Okay.
- Then I'm not talking at all.
- You're not talking?
- You aren't getting boo out of me.
- I'm not talking either.
Okay, fine. I'll tell you.
My brother's deaf,
I can go days without talking.
Can we have the check, please?
- I met him in class.
- Yeah? You went back to school?
- Acting class.
- He's an actor!
Wow, actors! That's
one rung up from musicians.
He was a writer.
He is a writer.
Hi. Could I get a coffee?
Just very black.
- After you.
- Sorry, go ahead.
- Frappuccino, please.
- All right.
who dumped whom?
He left me.
- I got it.
- No, I got it.
No, but I appreciate the reach.
The acting classes
are really paying off, but I got it.
Shut up, I got it.
What are your plans?
- Plans for what?
- Tonight. It is New Year's.
I'm not a really big New Year's guy.
- Bunch of amateurs getting drunk.
- Yeah.
- Cringy people wearing those party hats.
- The hats... Lame.
- I know of a party.
- Really? - Let's go.
You've got more clothes in your trunk
than I've got in my whole closet.
Try this.
Nice. Is this Bon Jovi's?
Should I act like I'm some big
Hollywood-producer type or something?
Just be yourself.
Except maybe don't mention
Hey, Emily.
I've got to ask you something.
- Do you mind?
- Sorry.
What do you have to ask me?
- What was strike one?
- What?
In New York. Strike two was
that I didn't play guitar.
Strike three was that I was born
under the wrong star sign.
What was strike one?
Strike one was
that I had to make the first move.
I got strike one
before we even met?
You can't get strike one
before you step up to the plate.
You drive.
- I introduced myself.
- What?
In New York. I introduced myself.
That's not a move?
- Who called who today?
- I didn't have your number.
You never asked.
You came!
And with a young man in tow.
This is Michelle
and Michelle's fianc, Michael.
Hi. Oliver.
I sell diapers.
- Well, it's nice to meet you.
- Yeah.
- Hello, ladies.
- Oh, my God! Look at you.
- Get you a drink?
- I'm good, thanks.
I think I'll get one.
You are not getting off
that easy.
He's an old friend.
I wish I had an old friend like that.
He's gorgeous.
Come on, give it up.
Very carefully,
I want you to move backwards
in the direction of the bar.
- Hello?
- Ellen, it's me.
What do you want, Oliver?
I'm at this big Hollywood party
and I just ran into
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