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would notice. That's it.

I hope she doesn't

look like Patrick.

For once your father didn't lie.

- You are lovely.

- Thank you.

- I'm Maude.

- Pleasure.

I've heard a lot about you

from my father.

- And you're really a doctor?

- No, he made that up.

She was just promoted

to assistant head of pediatrics...

and I told her the hospital

can count on us...

for a couple million dollars.

Is he a world-class

philanthropist, or what?

Just squeeze.

I like Louis.

He's funny and sweet

and such a good photographer.

But someone is in the way.

Is it this David

you mentioned casually...

40 or 50 times

when you first came over?

He sounds, perhaps,

like an illusion.

He keeps me company.

You think so?

Illusions are dangerous people.

They have no flaws.

I came here from Provence...

alone, uneducated.

For eight months--

no, more than that-- a year...

I sat in a cafe,

I drank coffee...

and I wrote nonsense

in a journal.

And then, somehow...

it was not nonsense.

I went for long walks...

and I met myself in Paris.

You seem embarrassed

by loneliness--

by being alone.

It's only a place to start.

- I'm sorry about your party.

- It's okay.

Are you hungry?

I'm starving.

Tell you what I'll do.

I'll draw you a hot bath,

whip us up a superb omelet.

Do you have eggs, cheese,

green pepper, tomato?

No green pepper.

No tomato.

Oh, well,

then I'll just whip us up...

a somewhat superb omelet.

David, you are the best.

You mean, making a hot bath

and an omelet are...

roughly on par with saving

a five-year-old kid's life?

It'll save my life.

God, you're easy on me.

Okay. Then why

don't you marry me?

Okay. Why don't I?

- Don't kid about stuff like that.

- Okay...

why don't I?

You know what it is?

Yeah, that thing

where you hang together a lot...

and sleep in the same room...

and button each other's

hard-to-reach buttons--

Then I accept.

Really?

Why?

Mr. Larrabee?

David, what a nice surprise.

He's in a meeting.

He's at lunch--

Ron. Ron.

I need to talk to you.

I'm in a meeting.

When was the last time

I came here?

You're right.

I wondered why I was suddenly

being treated with so much respect.

Something bothering you, David?

You been pushing me

into this relationship...

so you could engineer

a merger with Tyson.

Pushing you? I could burn in hell

for the lies I told about you.

You begged me to make you

look good in front of Elizabeth.

You never said a word about

making an offer to Patrick--

""Talk about my accomplishments,''

you said.

""My qualities.

Be creative.''

""Lie,'' you said.

I can't do this, Linus.

I'm not ready to make

this kind of commitment.

Oh, I see. She must have asked

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