My One And Only Page #4

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Great. He deserves another chance.

Well, if that's the way you wanna put it.

So, is this the look

we're going for, Robbie?

I'm trying to find you a balance between

Dorothy Malone and Donna Reed.

- Try this one.

- I'm completely in your hands, darling.

- You're like some predator.

- I'm merely having dinner with an old friend.

Like the angler fish we studied in biology.

Never compare a woman to a fish, George...

- or anything with scales for that matter.

- Here. Try these.

[Gasps]

They're perfect.

We're newcomers here, and Wallace

is a well-respected gentleman...

whose friendship will help

establish us in the community.

I got a feeling this is all gonna

come flying right back in your face.

Nonsense.

Everything works out for the best.

Always.

- [Door Closes]

- What?

- [Laughing]

- [Piano]

Wallace, you haven't changed a bit.

[Snickering]

Thank you.

[Groans]

Goddamn, Ann.

Why can't we just go back...

to the way everything was, huh?

Well, sometimes,

fate offers us a second chance.

- [Liquid Pouring]

- Mm-hmm.

Wallace, is something wrong?

Um...

Things are, um...

Things are bad for me, Ann.

They're bad.

Well, divorce is a terrible experience.

But sometimes, good things can come from...

from trials like ours.

I'm not talking about divorce.

I'm talking about... my business.

- Oh, your business.

- Yeah.

I've had a setback,

and-and-and l-I need cash.

Lots of cash, and fast.

[Scoffs]

Lower your voice, Wallace.

It's why I wanted to see you tonight.

Can you lend me some money?

Can I what?

- Dollars?

- All right, 50.

Fifty. And I will get it back to you

by the end of the month, I swear to God.

It's not appropriate for you

to solicit money from me.

Appropriate? Appropriate my ass!

I am broke, babe!

The wolves are circlin'.

They're standin' in line

waitin' to take chunks out of my ass...

bigger than that flank steak you just had!

- [Slams Fist On Table]

- Sorry. I'm sorry.

Please excuse me while I powder my nose.

Okay.

[Sniffling]

[Sighs]

Everything will work out for the best,

George Devereaux.

You'll see.

It's not our policy to extend credit

to patrons we do not know.

Oh. Well, is it your policy for your patrons

to be robbed in plain sight?

- Madam, please.

- Listen, I am the victim here.

I returned from the ladies' room

to find that my purse has been ransacked.

Madam, all I know is that

someone needs to pay for this meal.

Trust me, I already have.

Ma'am? May I be of assistance?

Well, who are you, cavalry?

Henry, I'll take care of that.

Harlan.

Harlan Williams.

We met at Julie Harper's

Christmas party last year.

Yes, of course. Harlan.

Well, Colonel.

[George]

Why does he wear that uniform all the time?

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