Maid In Manhattan Page #2

-Let me see that. Let me see it, Jerry.

You don't need to see it. No.

-Give it here.

-Fine. But l hadn't finished it yet.

"Sentimental favorite

and playboy politico...

...Assemblyman Chris Marshall...."

Guess you missed a few words, Jer.

What, " playboy"?

That's a compliment.

"Who called off his engagement

to ber babe Daniella Van Graas...

...arrives in town solo."

Respectful, huh?

Well, listen, you know, you're

a public figure. It's news. So what?

We were never engaged.

Whose side are you on?

Yours. That's why sometimes

you have to listen to me.

-Every now and again it might be nice.

-Here.

Welcome to the Beresford,

Mr. Marshall.

-Hello.

-My name is Lionel.

-Lionel?

-I'm the floor butler.

If there's anything you need,

please call me.

Thank you. This is Jerry,

and this is Dan, and the dog is Rufus.

Thank you, Lionel.

Nice to meet you. Thanks.

We'll call you if we need you. Chris,

will you look at me, please? Chris?

-Can you look at me for a minute?

-What? l am looking at you.

We're going to Maddox's thing

on Monday night.

No, Jerry, we're not.

See, this is when l wish your

old man were here to back me up.

-What?

-I said, l wish your old man...

-...were here to back me up.

-My father had no use for that man.

Your father knew how

to use that man.

-Where are you going?

-What?

-That depends. Where are you going?

-Bathroom. Alone.

-Yeah. Fine. Go. Great. Yeah. Sure.

-Thank you.

Call me if you need anything.

Oh, my God. I'm sorry, sir.

Thank you.

Sir.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

I'm so clumsy.

-Happens to all of us. Here.

-Thank you.

-Let me help you.

-Thank you.

-Where do those go?

-Caroline Lane. Park Suite.

She just checked in with a request

for immediate unpack and press.

Here. Blood and Dolce:

Thank you. Thank you.

I mean, there are limits.

You're so bad. You really are, Rach.

Yes, just hold on a second.

Thank you. Anything, l mean,

it's up and down.

One day, we're looking at rings,

and the next day, we're breaking up.

Yeah. No way.

So l...

...had my assistant accidentally forward

my calendar for the week to his e-mail.

Of course, l added a few extra lunch

dates and dinner parties with my ex.

Fantastic, right?

Eric will be furious.

-That needs pressing.

-Okay.

But let's not forget Eric trades

commodities for a living.

A little competition right now

might increase my market value.

Listen, my darling, l'm going

to be late. I'll call you later, okay?

Excuse me. Sorry.

Could you just hold up those two

outfits that Dolce sent over earlier?

These two?

Well, l just simply can't tell

without the stockings.

Could l ask you an enormous favor?

I mean, l know this isn't your job,

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