Down with Love Page #4

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I think it's what I can do for you,

Miss Novak.

I'd like to invite you to lunch

so we can discuss your book.

That sounds very nice...

but I'll have to check my schedule

to see when I'm available.

We've already ordered. Can you be in

the Mahogany Room in ten minutes?

I'm afraid that will be

impossible, Mr. Block.

- Some other time, then.

- Right.

I'll see you in 15.

Catch, you are the best friend a guy

with 20 diagnosed neuroses ever had.

We've been friends a long time.

I knew you when you only had 12.

This is great!

I'll be right back.

Gotta go put in my shoe lifts.

- Guess who.

- As if I'd need to guess.

- Hmm. Tell me my name.

- Tell me you love me.

Blimey, Catch.

You know I love you.

And I love you too... Gwendolyn.

Oh.

- How long's your layover?

- Never long enough.

There's always time for a matinee.

Well, hello, Peter.

Barbara Novak, Peter MacMannus.

Nice to meet you,

Mr. MacMannus.

- " Where's Mr. Block?"

- Yes, where's Mr. Block?

I, uh, I don't know. Henri.

- Where is Mr. Block?

- I don't know.

A Mr. Block for you,

Mr. MacMannus?

Ah.

Here he is now.

- Catcher!

- Mac.

- Where are ya?

- Something sprang up. Is she there?

- "Yes, she is. "

- "Let me speak to the spinster. "

Mr. Block would like

to speak with you.

- This is Barbara Novak.

- I'm so sorry, Miss Novak.

The darndest thing.

I was waiting for you at the bar,

and a little English foxhound...

walked right in, came up to me

and started nuzzling me.

She seemed so lost, and she didn't

want to go with anyone else...

so I just had to take care of her.

Mr. Block, that is so thoughtful.

I remember reading that the true test

of a man's character...

is how he treats

a defenseless creature.

Tell me, Mr. Block,

how is the little b*tch now?

Well, I've got her

all nestled in a box...

but I don't think she'll be content

until I'm holding her.

Miss Novak, could we

rain check until dinner?

Of course.

Well, good-bye, Mr. Block.

Until dinner.

Good-bye.

This is Barbara Novak.

Miss Novak, I am so sorry.

- The darndest thing.

- Yes, Mr. Block?

I'm out in the park

with my little French poodle...

and she's just not ready to go in yet,

if you know what I mean.

Oh, I do,

but here's a little advice...

from a farm girl to a city boy.

You'll find that if you stick

a little twig in her bottom...

she'll remember why she went out

with you in the first place.

I'll keep that in mind.

Miss Novak, I hate to ask...

but could we rain check

until breakfast?

Of course.

Good-bye, Mr. Block.

Until breakfast.

I... just don't know.

It's not like Catch to be late.

No. He usually calls

to cancel right on time.

Oh, Barbara,

I'm sure he'll call.

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