Girlfriends Page #4

Let's see.

Oh, yeah.

Here we go.

Thank you.

This one's cropped.

Huh?

This one's cropped.

Oh, yeah.

I felt that the blonde in the bed

needed reframing.

See what I mean? That little bit

makes all the difference.

Yeah.

Well, um...

We don't really need

anything right now,

but I'll call you when we do.

Fine.

Yes, Mrs. Berman, I'd be very happy

to marry you and Mr. Berman again.

Don't be silly.

Look, why don't I turn you over to Callie

and let her arrange a date for us?

Callie, will you set up another

day for the Bermans again?

Yes, yes. Again.

Ah.

Your move.

The Bermans are still at it?

Hmm. That's true love for you.

Or true boredom.

My favorite cynic.

You know, I must've seen about

50 people in the last 3 days.

"Yes, your work is good, very good,

"but we're just not needing

anything right now.

"Why not try Ms. magazine?

You have a very good eye,

young lady. "

Young lady, young lady!

You know, I'm gonna be old before I get to

do what I want,

then I'll have forgotten

what it was.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

Have you forgotten that you just had

three pictures accepted?

Two.

Two.

One of them was cropped.

What?

It was cropped, changed.

It's not mine anymore.

So what did you do about that?

Nothing.

I'm too chickenshit.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

Jesus.

Jesus?

Have a nice weekend, Callie.

Oh, you, too, darlin'.

You have a photographer

for the Bermans if you want one.

You?

Yeah, me.

Unless you want to pay

my coned bill.

My rent.

Buy me a new lens.

A house in the country.

Fresh shrimp every night.

A trip to South America.

Hi, Ter.

How you doing?

Listen, you want to go

to a 10:
00 movie tonight?

Oh.

All right.

Well, have a good time.

Yeah. Give me a call later.

Love to Jack. Bye.

Hello. This is the recorded

voice of S. Weinblatt.

Uh, "S" stands for Salome.

And today's fruit is the plum.

Bye.

Yeah. I... I need a break.

Oh, did I tell you? I'm doing

a four-page spread for Vogue.

Over on the...

West Side...

Where they're tearing it down

and it looks like... like some

holocaust has ripped apart the city.

Lots of gray and brown, I think.

At dawn.

Park.

I hate it.

I hate it!

Dear aunt Cheryl...

Thank you...

For the...

hideous...

Buddha...

which we will...

bury.

Let's stop smoking.

OK.

Think we can do it?

Yeah. Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

When shall we start?

Uh... Now.

Now?

Yeah.

OK.

- Good luck.

- Yeah. Same to you, honey.

- Let's go to the movies.

- We have to finish, Annie.

We are very late.

I think I'll invite Susan up

for the weekend.

OK.

She's probably busy, though.

Yeah, probably.

It's really late.

I'll try her anyway.

OK.

What are you doing?

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