Moment by Moment

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What about

the sleeping pills?

I'm gonna be at the beach for a while,

and I wanted a supply...

I'm sorry. I can't give you

a refill on seconal.

I would if I could.

Oh, I almost forgot this.

Excuse me.

Is Gregg in?

Gregg. Gregg Crawford.

He works for you. Is he in?

I was supposed to meet him last

night and he didn't show up.

I was wonderin' where he is.

I'm sorry. I was here first.

Did he show up for work today,

or what?

I'm really sorry,

Mrs. Rawlings.

Uh... You check with your

doctor and have him call me.

And have a good weekend.

Yes, thank you.

I don't suppose it'll

come as a surprise

if I tell you we caught him with

his hands in the cookie jar.

Oh, well, I... Gee, I'm...

I'm dumbfounded.

Mmm-hmm. I'm sure.

Anyhow, it's outta my hands. Wait a minute.

What... What is that supposed to mean?

I mean, it's in the hands

of the law.

How could you do that?

People are beginning

to stare. Please.

Well, that's what happens

when you have guilt.

It feels like people

are starin' at you.

You know what?

They are staring at you.

Hello, Mrs. Rawlings.

I have your order

ready for you here.

Oh, good, thank you.

How are you today?

All right.

And yourself? Fine.

That's that wine chiller

that you ordered.

I think you're

gonna like it.

Has this been

in here all day?

It's been there

for over two hours.

Think about taking

one of our classes?

Well,

I took the Cuisinart.

I'll bet you don't have

the new ripple cut blades.

I have so many blades now,

I don't know what to do with them.

Hello.

I... I saw you at Schwab's, and it just

dawned on me who you are. Do you remember me?

I'm sure you do.

I'm sure I don't.

I did valet parking for you

for that big party at the beach

you had a few months back.

Excuse me.

Uh, thank you.

I'll see you again. Bye.

I hope so.

Can I get you something,

young man?

No, I don't...

I don't see anything I need.

Mrs. Rawlings?

Can I explain somethin'

to you?

Look, the only reason I'm bein'

friendly to you is 'cause...

I felt like bein' friendly after I

remembered what you did for me, that's all.

I thought about it a lot. I mean,

you were so mellow that night. Really.

You weren't standoffish

like you are now.

I know what

you're thinkin'.

You're thinkin' I got some chutzpah bein'

so nosy, right?

Well, all I wanna do is...

Is thank you for comin'

to my rescue that night, that's all.

What is it I did that

meant so much to you?

The dent.

It's still there.

That's... That's somethin'

you hardly ever see,

a dent in a

Mercedes-Benz, huh?

Not in Beverly Hills anyway.

There must be a law

or somethin'.

Now, do you remember me?

Dent? Me?

Your husband, he...

He accused me of makin' that dent.

Then he accused me

of being stoned, too.

Which, I'll be honest,

I... I was, but...

So anyway, he...

He got me so paranoid, I thought, Jesus,

maybe I did make

the damn dent

and didn't feel it

or somethin'.

I mean, these cars are like bein'

in a goddamn cotton wad or somethin'.

So anyway, I... I just wanna thank

you for comin' to bat for me.

I guess you felt

protective, huh?

But I did make the dent.

I... I know you

made the dent.

It's just that...

You could've laid the blame on me.

I was stoned enough.

A lot of people would've.

That never occurred to me.

I know. That's what

knocked me out about you.

Uh, look, I think you've blown

this out of proportion a bit.

I wasn't worried about you.

I was just telling the truth.

I know you were

tellin' the truth,

but you were still

worried about me. Face it.

No. That's something

you've made up in your mind.

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