Jersey Girl Page #4

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Changes? What are you talking about?

Who does this guy think he is?

Let him change.

Pop, I want to be different.

I want to improve myself.

Toby, you see this apple?

You see this banana?

This apple knows it's an apple,

and this banana knows it's a banana.

You know what I'm talking about?

If you want to improve yourself...

if you want to take classes,

get a new hairdo, that's fine.

But you're still you.

Like that wall.

If you were to put a coat of blue paint

on that wall...

that wall wouldn't think it was a waterfall.

Otherwise it'd be a dumb-as-sh*t wall.

Now you know what I'm talking about?

-What's up, chief?

-You're up.

-What are you talking about?

-I'm giving you Smith and Smith.

-What, are you kidding me?

-No, I'm not kidding.

That's Marvin's.

He's been working on it for six months.

So he's been warming it up for you.

Come on. You can't do that

to the poor bastard.

Working it costs money, Sal.

Closing it makes money.

-You like to make money, right?

-Of course I do. That's not my point.

I know you like to make money.

Come on, Mitch. You can't do that.

He's got a family.

The elevator's going up, Sal.

You get on, you punch any floor you want.

It's up to you.

You with me on this?

Good.

Straighten that tie.

I just wanted to give him my number at work

in case he tried to call me at home...

'cause I'm hardly ever there.

I'm pretty busy most of the time...

and I know a guy like Mr. Torme

is pretty busy, so I figured...

why waste the guy's time

by dialing a number I'm not even at?

I'm out of here.

Do you know a Toby Mastallone?

Hello?

-Mastallone. One "T," two "L's."

-No.

Tell her I got hit by a bus.

I'm dead. Anything.

We'll get back to you. Okay, hon?

Kind of like this?

Hon, unless you want

to walk around with a fan...

blowing out your hair all the time,

it'll never do this.

So you can't do this for me?

No, I can do this for you.

Your mother can do this for you,

even your father can...

but your hair still will not do this, okay?

Face the news.

Cookie, I need to borrow

that outfit you bought on Saturday.

Forget it. I haven't even worn it.

I need it, Cookie. I've gotta go see him.

He's my only chance.

Who, Mr. Millionaire? Mr. "Make-It-Happen"?

Let him buy you a dress.

Cookie, please.

If you could only see his eyes....

Toby, I hope you know what you're doing.

I'm telling you.

You stain it, you stink it, or you stretch it...

-you own it.

-I love you. Bye.

Get out of here.

So you really won't do this for me?

-Sounds good.

-Damn right it sounds good.

May I help you, please?

-So it's not chicken feed?

-No.

No, I found my party. Thank you, anyway.

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