L.A. Story Page #5

I find myself showing off,

which is the

idiot's version of being interesting.

Are you seeing anyone now?

Yeah.

- Me, too. So that's sort of out.

Can I have your friend's head back?

Sure. Sorry.

I should get to work.

- Me, too.

Come back, they all do! Don't they?

What a weekend! We have sun, earth,

and atmosphere, so we have weather!

Not weather, sun, sun, sun, sun, sun!

It will...

My watch! Turn off the magnet!

I've got it!

Okay... Turn off the magnet!

Now, the financial report.

'89 Mercedes

up 400 dollars at 28,640...

used '88 Mercedes,

unchanged at 26, 100 dollars.

And... cut.

Ok, let's see what we've got.

You'll run that on Saturday?

- Pretaping the weather?

Coming in on weekends is tough.

My busy weekend schedule.

It's L. A, what's gonna change?

There are two reasons

for the detour I was embarking on.

See you tomorrow!

Are you closed?

- Yeah, sorry.

First, I believed the relationship

with Sara was impossible.

The second reason was,

I was a big dumb male.

I came to pick up pants.

You sold me some pants and a tie.

I remember. You wanna pick them up?

- Yeah.

I can get them. - I wouldn't have to

come back. - That wouldn't be so bad.

I don't have my ticket.

I remember what they look like.

I'll be right back.

I'm getting all wet.

I'll be right back.

They're not ready yet.

We'll call you. What's the number?

I'll write it.

You got paper?

Ok, we'll call you when they're ready.

Expecting a call?

Were you shocked?

- Shocked but glad.

I could tell you wanted my number,

so I just asked for yours.

I didn't know, until it was too late.

I went to this psychic once,

and he told me I had

this special fifth sense about things.

About guys?

Any guy would want your number.

- That's sweet.

Weather guy!

How you doing?

I'm nervous here.

You're not doing anything wrong.

You must have a boyfriend?

- He doesn't care. He can't care.

He gave me this big speech,

how even though we live together,

we should be able

to see other people. I said ok, but

it backfires on him sometimes.

Where is he now?

He's at the bar.

What?

This was his idea.

This is him!

Do you want my number?

No, no! That would be a disaster.

Then I might call you.

It's 5-5-5-2-3-1-2. Say it back!

- No, I don't want to know it.

5-5-5-2...

- Stop it! You'll make me memorize it!

5-5-5...

2-3-1-2.

- Geez, now I know it. 5-5-5...

2-3-1-2.

Your name again?

It's nice

but everybody has weird names now,

like Tiffany with p-h-i,

and instead of Nancy it's Nanceen.

Big S and D, two E's, second one big.

- What?

S-a-n-D-e-E. And a star at the end.

I called you when I got out of class.

What class are you taking?

- For spokesmodeling.

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