Serving Sara Page #5

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just drop me off|in America, okay?

Agase para... carajo, feo!

Hey.

Hey, I got another question.

How do people do it?

I know you're awake, so stop|pretending to be asleep.

Actually, I was|pretending to be dead

but I can't fool you.

How can someone end a marriage|like that, just...

pow?

What? Are you telling me|you didn't see this coming?

Let me guess.|A lot of trips out of town.

"Go ahead, honey."

"Go ahead. Don't worry your|pretty little head.

I'll take care|of the homestead..."

Not to mention those extra poker|nights with the boys.

Gordon doesn't play poker.

Missing my point.

Look, I've served thousands|of subpoenas.

Granted, never one to|somebody as hot as you.

I don't know|your husband

but I do have a great deal|of insight into men.

And we are mean,|hurtful and despicable.

Male headquarters would kill me

if they knew I was|telling you this.

Yeah, well, "despicable"|is putting it mildly.

And then,|you complain that

we get half of everything.

Believe me, after this type|of treatment

half is the very least|we should get.

The only thing you're getting|half of, honey

is screwed.

What do you mean?

He served you first.

He's in Texas, and he's got|home-court advantage.

Wait. Served me first?

What is this? Third grade?

Yeah, sometimes.

Texas has the most conservative|divorce laws

in the country.

Not to mention|those good ol' boy judges.

Sure most of them aren't married|to their first wives.

Believe me

if I'd known|this was coming

I'd have been the one|doing the serving.

- Yeah.|- How about that, huh?

Whatever.

No, seriously.

What would have happened|if I'd served him first?

Okay, if you had served|him first

the trial would have been|in New York...

not in Texas... where you would|have fared a lot better.

Hey, I have a proposition|for you.

You tear up the papers on me

and I'll hire you|to serve my husband.

I'll pay you twice|what you're getting now.

Look, here's|what you don't understand.

I've already told them|that I served you, okay?

So if I flip it|and tag your husband

my reputation will be shot.

I'll never work again.

I'll give you ten percent|of my divorce settlement.

We own a cattle ranch.

It's worth $20 million.

$20 million?

Mm-hmm.

Ten percent of half?

Mm-hmm.

You're willing to pay me|a million dollars.

Well, that still leaves|nine for me

versus next to nothing.

It's kind of a no-brainer.

You're really serious?

I think we should draw up|a contract.

Let's see...

Won't be needing this.

One... million...

Dollars...|Great, let's go.

Thanks a lot.

Miami Marriott.

If anybody calls|for Ms. Sara Moore

tell them she's relocated

to one of your hotels|in Bangor, Maine.

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