My Tutor Page #3

No. Not always.

If I had my way I'd go to

UCLA and study astronomy.

I'm sorry...

But you know I'm not hired here as a

guidance counselor. And no matter...

what school you go to you'll need

to pass that test, so please.

How old are you?

- Would you stop stalling?

- Forty?

- Forty-five? Twenty-five?

- Twenty nine.

- Have you been married?

- No.

Engaged?

- Yes and no.

- You lived with a guy, right?

- This last guy you just broke up with, huh?

- Bobby,

I wish you were as good at French

as you are at Twenty Questions.

Vingt questions.

Tres bien. Get to work.

You pervert

I promised her a ride home..

Well, how are things going

between you and your tutor?

Okay.

Have you tried to

score with her yet?

Come on, Jack, what

are you kidding?

I know I would've

scored with her by now.

Just you and her...

Alone, by the pool...

Yeah, I would've been there

and beck a few times by now.

Jack, you don't believe

your own bullshit, do you?

And I'm going to hit

the ceiling tonight.

- It's only an eighty.

- Hey, come on,

an eighty up from a fifty seven

is pretty good for two week.

Yeah, but you've to get five

points if it was the real test.

No backing out now.

You promised a celebration

lunch if I even broke seventy.

- You had this planned.

- Of course.

Not only lunch but now you

have the rare opportunity

to practice your new

vocabulary under fire.

Great.

Now, I'm going to teach you a skill

that all young men should know.

What's that?

- The art of tasting wine.

- Sounds vital.

It's where you can impress all the

girls before you seduce them.

Now it sounds life or death.

First thing you do is...

sniff the bouquet.

Then you take a healthy sip, and

you move it around your mouth

so that the tongue can test

it from all sides. Like so.

You're not supposed to gargle,

Can't take you anywhere.

So, Cindy, put through all

my calls to Le Rendezvous.

I'm trying to close the condo deal.

Be very careful. She's an

absolutely flawless classic.

Yes, sir.

Not a scratch. Okay, my man?

Right, sir.

Pierre, how are you?

My table over here?

Roger hi. Ed.

Oh, no. Anything but this.

Where have you been?

Why did you disappear?

Why haven't you called me?

I've been looking for you for weeks.

Why do you want me to

say this again? It's over.

It can't be over. You just get up

and walked out. Not a word, nothing.

I don't know what you want me

to say, It's just not fair!

Fair? One day you're living

with me and the next day

you disappear without a goodbye.

And you're talking about fair?

Monsieur Sylvester. There is

a telephone call for you.

I'll call back.

But your secretary says

it is an emergency.

Yes Cindy, put him through.

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