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how I like this?

No.

Did you take as good a care

of the others as you do of me?

Did you?

Come on, John.

-Say, "That is gross. "

-That is. . .

. . .unacceptable.

Just go.

Hurry!

Where are we going?

I'm gonna take care of you.

Hot soup.

It's good.

How did you know?

How did you know I'd respond to you

the way I have?

I saw myself in you.

Do you know what, Molly?

I can't figure this guy out.

You know, sometimes. . .

. . .it's so easy.

I mean, it might be. . .

. . .the tie they wear. . .

. . .or the books they read,

or don't read.

But you know.

Know what?

What will end it.

So you just file it away and you wait.

And that sort of makes it bearable.

But with this guy. . . .

Maybe it's true love.

Maybe.

Hi.

I brought you some lunch.

Pastrami and oatmeal cookies.

Your favorite.

What are you doing here?

I was in the neighborhood. . .

. . .and I wondered how you spent

your days without me.

And now I know.

Wow, you have such a big office.

Your secretary is very attractive.

I saw her on the way in.

Do you always buy her lunch?

Don't let her leave.

I love Wall Street.

I do, yes.

-Why?

-I don't know.

I love the gray flannel suits,

the shiny shoes.

Sometimes I wonder what it

would be like to be one of the guys.

Yeah?

Sometimes.

Sometimes.

Yeah, I can understand that.

The lady wants to know what it

would be like to be one of the boys?

The crowd is going wild!

Oh, I don't believe this.

Don't sit down next to me looking

like that. Jesus Christ!

-Will you take it off?

-Stop it!

Just kidding. You look really good.

You look great.

I'll tell you, my darling,

it's a hell of a life.

You work and work and work.

You meet with people that

you don't like, you don't know.

That you don't even want to know.

And they try to sell you things.

You try to sell them things.

Then you go home at night, listen to

the wife nag, the kids b*tch.

You turn up the TV.

You tune everything out.

You get up the next day

and you start over again.

I'll tell you. . . .

I'll tell you, the only thing

that keeps me going. . .

. . .is this chick.

I got this chick.

I got this unbelievable chick

on the side, see?

I mean, she is so hot. . .

. . .I can hardly believe it.

I mean. . .

. . .she's got one of those

heart-shaped asses.

There ain't nothing

like a heart-shaped ass.

I mean, did you ever have a chick. . .

. . .with a heart-shaped ass?

I didn't think so.

Don't.

You're so f***ing beautiful.

You are. You're so f***ing

unbelievably, absolutely beautiful.

Give me that moustache.

What should we do?

Pick up some chicks?

Hey, faggots!

Come back! Come back, you cowards!

Come on back--

Sh*t!

Run, John!

Come on, you son of a b*tch!

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