Eyes of the Beholder Page #3

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I wish you health

But more than wealth

I wish you love

- My breaking heart

- Stop sing--

And I agree

That you and I

Could never be

So with my best

My very best

I set you free

- I wish you--

- Lucy, be quiet!

I'm sorry.

I wish you health

But more than wealth

I wish you

I wish you blue birds in the spring

Harry, cant you read the sign

that says "no pets"?

- This place doesn't allow goldfish.

- They don't make noise.

Debra.

A gentle reminder, darling.

Take out your own trash

on Tuesday and Thursday.

- Of course.

- And don't throw it in the street.

Throw it in a bin.

- Tell your boyfriend to do the same.

- Which one?

The one who's been

following you around all week.

You know the one.

The one who waits outside for you...

and follows you around

like a lost dog.

- You know.

- Describe him.

Oh, so-so.

Average height.

Normal looking.

At my age,

they all look the same.

Have a nice day.

Yo, taxi!

Hey, hold-up!

Yo, babe.

- Come on. Don't be so antisocial.

- You gotta gimme some of that.

- Nuts!

- You ain't gettin' none of that.

How the f*** did you get in here?

Guy downstairs gave me the key.

Your name Debra Yates?

Detective Crocker, NYPD.

What can I do for you, Detective?

You, uh...

dropped your Pisces.

- I've never seen it before.

- Oh, yes, you have.

The guy downstairs says

you're from Salt Lake City.

That's right.

Isn't it against the law to walk away

from the scene of an accident...

in Salt Lake City?

It's against the law

here in New York.

What can I do for you, Detective?

Come again?

How much is this gonna cost me?

- Are you bribing me?

- Yes, I am.

How much?

Okay. A thousand dollars

and a shot of some of that...

whatever it is.

It's cognac.

- What do you do for a living?

- I'm a wigmaker.

I'm here drumming up some business.

You sure you got

a thousand dollars?

No.

But I'm sure we can come to

some kind of an arrangement.

I'm sure youre right.

Don't touch that.

Lady, can I get that for you?

Sir. Sir!

Taxi!

I'm tired, Daddy.

I want to go home.

Soon, sweetheart.

What are we doing here?

It's late.

I'm sorry, baby.

We can't go yet.

Not yet.

If I blink, I might lose her.

So?

So the last time I blinked,

I lost you...

I lost my wife

and I nearly lost my mind.

I can't lose her.

I'll be with you in a minute,

ma'am.

Sorry about the wait. Your brandy,

sir. That's six dollars, please.

Oh, thank you.

Here you are.

- I'm sorry, sir. That's a five.

- Pardon?

No, isn't.

It's a ten, you snake.

Oh, gosh, so it is.

Your drink, sir.

- And your change.

- Keep the change.

Thank you very much.

Happens all the time.

Waiters, taxi drivers, they all

try it on. I find it quite amusing.

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