Roger Dodger Page #3

I could tell you your choice|of sexual partners this evening...

was decided months ago by some|account executive at Young Rubicam.

I could tell you that|given a week to study your father...

and the ways|in which he ignores you...

I could come up with a schtick|you'd be helpless to resist. Helpless.

I could tell you all that, but what|would you do with the information?.

Are there women|who fall for this stuff?.

I'm telling the truth as I see it.

You wanna go fuckyour boss?.|What business is it of mine.

He's not Daddy.|He's just a guy in a suit.

You feel compelled to contribute|to the pathetic...

heartbreaking predictability of it all,|by all means--

- Hi.|- Hi.

- You waiting for someone?.|- Yeah, my fiance.

- Hey, congratulations.|- Thanks.

All right. Congratulations.

Is he a kind man,|your fiance?.

Does he treat you with respect?.

Not that it's any ofyour business,|but, yes, he does.

- That must make you nervous.|- Why would that make me nervous?.

Oh, come on.

Look at the time.|Let's do the math together.

What are you talking about?.

Let me guess, low self-esteem...

and premenopausal... concern|led you to pursue a series of--

semiabusive relationships?.

But a recent dose of therapy|has convinced you...

that inner-beauty|is what really matters, and...

you really deserve that perfect partner|who treats you with such respect.

Do you want me to call|the bartender?.

Unless you're an idiot--|which I don't thinkyou are--

unless you're some kind|of pathetic, self-help junkie...

you and I know your guy's gonna|wake up one morning, and--

he's gonna look around,|figure out how old you are...

and what you're really like,|and that's the day he's gonna go out...

for a pack of smokes|and never come back.

By that time--|How you doing?.

If she doesn't see what's coming,|I f***ing weep for her.

- Can I help you, sir?.|- Hey. No, thanks. I'm good.

I said, "Can I help you, sir?'

- Where's that other guy?. The--|- He's home sleeping.

Okay. Well, it's very important that|I see Joyce Maynard right away, so--

Okay. I understand.|Why don't I just leave her a note?.

It's important|that I see her in person.

That's not gonna work,|so why don't I...

call you a cab and you go home|and sleep it off?.

Why don't you go f***ing home?.

Okay. You know what?.|We don't understand each other.

I'm her boy. I'm her boy, okay?.|Who are you?. Who are you?.

I am the man who's gonna call the police|ifyou don't get out of my lobby!.

an| a an an a

n |- Who is it?.

an n aan|-Which new campai gn?. Get a name, please.

an|- T ell her I'm out.

a an|- T ell her I'm out.

Yeah. This is, like, surly.|That's like, "What is that?. "

- And this is, like--|- You want surly?.

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