This is Grinnell, Iowa, my hometown,
But I'm not there now.
New York City.
roughly half of whom are men.
Which means half of the city is genetically
predisposed to lie to the other half.
You see, I'm the woman who has the world's
worst judgment in men.
I know what you're thinking.
but you don't. I do.
My grade-school boyfriend,
Tommy, left me for...
someone with boobs.
My high-school boyfriend,
Charlie, left me for,
Well, someone who didn 't have any boobs.
Amanda. This isn't what it looks like.
But that's all behind me now.
at the Metropolitan Museum.
I'm in the Renaissance art division,
Where the men are easier to deal with.
There you are, handsome.
So there's this new hottie upstairs
in 20th-century sculpture.
all up in there, and I'm gonna be--
But seriously, we have to put in for transfers.
Renaissance is a dead end.
I mean, they're just so romantic and--
- Shit. Here comes old man Rankin. Look busy.
- Oh! Rat farts!
I am busy.
Help me look busy.
- Afternoon, ladies.
- When will we go to the Poconos again?
Amanda, I need your help.
Take a look at this piece of crap.
Oh, my God, it's--
That's Titian's The Bacchanal.
- There she goes again.
Look at this man's face.
It's completely lost.
What's with you and this weak-in-the-knees routine?
You do it every time you get a new painting.
I do not.
Not every time.
I mean, when I look at this painting,
Amanda, it's a painting.
If this were real life, in two years,
would be out banging a barmaid.
Maybe that's why I like art better than real life.
They can stay in love forever.
Speaking of real life, aren't you supposed
to have one tonight, for a change?
I was gonna surprise
Michael with dinner.
What's so funny?
Nothing. Just that you're going to die alone.
- She's going to die alone!
Seriously, why do I need a personal life
if my work makes me happy?
Because work isn't enough.
And if you give up on that now,
it might not be so easy to find later.
Polly, could I see you in my office?
I need to have a look at the, uh, restoration reports.
No. If it got that bad, I'd shoot you...
and put you out of your misery.
Think I better go see Michael.
Uh, Amanda, this...
isn't what it looks like.
- In our bed.
Amanda, you know what your problem is?
and you fall for them right away.
There are four million men in New York.
Why can't I find one good one?
Just one. Just one.
You know? Just one.
Remember when you saw the Titian
and you got weakin the knees?
Have you ever felt that way about a guy?
Real women don't get weak in the knees
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