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I said that for years

before I finally broke down.

Let me tell you, this is night and day

compared to last night's boring fundraiser.

No, no, no. I thought Jonathan's speech

was a highlight.

I did try to lighten it up.

- Just a little soupon...

- Yeah, well, you succeeded.

- Now, the rest was boring.

- Speaking of which...

God, and that woman. What was that about?

The wine list, please. Garon?

Garon. The wine list, please.

Well, Paul was in a feisty mood tonight,

- wasn't he?

- I didn't notice.

Yeah. His insistence on paying the check

was forceful to say the least.

I think he was paying for it

because he was embarrassed

by Joan's behavior.

She's obviously jealous of you.

Did you notice that?

- I don't think that's the case.

- Yeah.

Sniping. She's sniping.

Her husband didn't say a word all dinner

outside of ordering the duck.

Forty-five dollars. No, thank you.

Honey, do you really wanna

talk about the duck?

- Blinds?

- I already closed them.

- No Roberto?

- Roberto?

That's okay.

All right, let's start with the photographer.

Who's available on the 23rd?

- Bill Anderson. He did the Altman campaign.

- Too financial. It's not what they want.

- What about a crossover guy?

- Like J. Hurley?

I talked to Hurley last weekend at a party.

This guy puts in anime

- in everything that he does.

- It sells.

- What do you think, Claire?

- No anime,

but I do think a music video photographer's

a really good direction.

You guys get me the crossover books.

We've got carte blanche on this deal,

so we want to be impressive early.

- Sounds good.

- All right, good work, kids. Thanks.

- Thanks.

- Thanks.

- Anything else, CD?

- Just the door, hon. Thanks.

Okay.

There's a small dress shop in the Village.

La Petite Boutique.

Leave the dressing room aurtain

partially open.

On the first night, wear it.

Go out. Eat alone.

Somewhere niae. I'll be watahing you.

Every move. Every step.

Before you leave the restaurant,

slide your panties off.

Leave them in a napkin.

The aheak is already paid for.

Leave a note for me at the front desk.

Tell me the room number.

Go up to your room.

Turn the lights out.

Leave the door unloaked

and the aurtains wide open.

Do not look at me.

Don't look at me.

Your skin is so soft.

Why are you trembling?

- How much did the dress cost?

- It was cheap.

How much?

Three hundred dollars.

Three hundred dollars?

It's too bad you only get to wear it once.

Don't look at me.

I can be

anyone you want me to be, Claire.

Just be Jonathan.

- Be Jonathan.

- Be Jonathan. Be Jonathan.

Jonathan.

I can be Jonathan.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

I love you.

- Hey.

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