Only You

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...one to screw it in,

one to pass the bar.

She is unbelievable.

Here you go, AI. Merry Christmas.

Thanks a lot, Mr. Ross.

- Bert?

- Are those real?

Thank you, Mr. Ross.

You're drooling on my

future wife there, fellas.

Why, thank you, too, Cliff.

You really know how to

f*ck up a guy's holiday.

If my wife looked like that,

I'd stay home every night.

If your wife looked like

that, she'd dump you.

Is that a candy cane in Santa's pocket?

It was her idea, the whole

Christmas card thing.

It's nice, isn't it?

Somebody get Hallmark. I'm

gonna make a fortune off this.

Hey, Cliff, does she have a sister?

I think she's an only child, AI.

- Clifford?

- Sir?

A little holiday appreciation.

Something extra. Keep it quiet.

Oh, sir, that's very generous, thank you.

Oh, they love your '70s theme.

Especially all those little lava lamps.

Oh.

You know, Clifford, it's

inventive minds like yours

that helped build this company

and shape the destiny

of our great nation.

Sir, we design dollhouse accessories.

Don't you ever, ever be modest.

Merry Christmas, son.

Excuse me, did you lose something?

Hey, buddy. I don't think so.

Oh, there she... isn't she something?

Oh, yeah.

When are you gonna learn that

there's just no future in flash?

- Future, you want future?

- Yeah.

I'll give you future.

24 hours in the future,

Tammy and I are going to be sitting

on the beach in a tropical paradise

plotting the next 50 years of our life.

- No, no, no.

- Now, that's future.

You know why that's not future?

- Why?

- Because I'm gonna tell you why.

Because flash doesn't last for 50 years.

You know what you need?

You need substance.

You really... substance...

Trust me on this.

I'm gonna find you substance.

I'm really good at this.

Let's just look for substance.

Sue Ellen from marketing.

She's got great legs and a

pension and health plan.

Okay, she's perfect for you.

Look, I am involved, buddy.

- Just an introduction.

- I don't need an introduction.

I found what I want.

Stop trying to fix me up, okay?

- Okay.

- I mean it.

Okay.

- Betty, you know Clifford?

- Mm-hmm?

Merry Christmas.

Hello? Hi, Linda? It's Cliff.

Oh, hi, Cliff. How's it going?

Great, great, Merry Christmas.

- Is Tammy around?

- No, I'm sorry, she's not here.

Okay, listen, will you tell her

the flight leaves at midnight?

She knows that, but I'll

pick her up at 10:00, okay?

Uh, Cliff, how do you want it?

Fast and hard? Slow and easy?

Standing up? Sitting down?

What?

She's gone, but there's

a note here for you, though.

I'll read it, "Dear Cliff",

sorry I can't make it. Something came up.

Have a good time.

"Call me when you get back. Love, Tammy."

Have a good... that's it?

I mean, there's nothing

about a relative dying,

a mother needing a kidney transplant?

Nothing?

What? No.

Her mother's as healthy as a horse.

Thanks, Julie.

Bye.

Hey, buddy. I've been looking for you.

Hey, I have this great idea.

You'll never guess...

This is... it's unbelievable.

I'm talking to Frank,

right, and it comes to me.

It's so... it's so simple.

You know what it is? Sheer, sheer genius.

Dollhouse landscaping.

Dollhouse landscaping,

isn't that unbelievable?

Look, we get teeny-weeny weeping willows,

we get little koi ponds.

We can even throw in some

live guppies for effect.

- What's the matter?

- Trip's off.

Tammy cancelled.

I'm not gonna say, "I told you so."

Good.

- I told ya so.

- I don't wanna hear it, Marty.

You know, it's your own fault,

your tunnel vision. You know that.

You know, Marty,

we're talking about spending

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