Someone to Watch Over Me

We got food back there, you know?

Thanks for coming. Good to see you.

T.J.? Set 'em up with a drink.

Get your coats off.

- We need some booze.

- I got lots of booze.

How have you been?

Mike! Stay still. Don't move.

What a cake! Look at this cake!

Get Ellie in here.

Now look at me!

One more time.

Do it already!

You're being transferred to the 21st

on your very first assignment?

- Who loves your ass downtown?

- Where's the 21st?

- You'll never know.

- Manhattan. Upper East Side.

Give me a kiss. I'm so proud of you!

- What the hell took you so long?

- Don't ask me.

Ask that stand-up guy over there.

If it wasn't for your old man, T.J.,

I never would have made it.

- Where is he?

- There.

T.J.!

...and keep your legs apart.

- I tell her that all the time.

He left Elaine for that?

- I'd like to tie her boobs together.

- That wouldn't be too difficult.

Listen up! That lady

happens to be a PhD in philosophy.

Yeah, and I've got a 170 IQ.

Scotty dates her for her mind,

not her... what are you doing, Ellie?

- Smoking.

- Give me that!

I love your husband,

but he's a real dork.

I know. But he's my dork.

- Listen... I'm tired. I can't stand up.

- Then we're going to go home.

- Listen, we're going.

- Leaving? Good!

Get some rest.

You're starting a new job tomorrow.

Listen, goodbye, Goomba...

Goomba, thank you.

You call me tomorrow.

Scotty, be good.

If you can't, think of me.

- Michael, my ass is falling.

- Your what?

- My ass is falling. It is!

- What are you talking about?

I just saw it in that mirror.

It doesn't look like my ass anymore.

Get in bed, will ya?

I don't know what to do.

I jog, I exercise, -

- I run after Tommy.

Gravity isn't helping me at all.

Ellie...

I love this ass.

Now get it into bed -

- before it hits the floor!

Win who?

- I know.

- I can't stand any more of this.

- Thank you for agreeing to host us.

- You're more than welcome.

I'm glad I could be of help. Excuse me.

- How are you, Claire?

- I'm fine. You know Neil Steinhart?

Claire always gets hooked up

with the richest men.

This place gives new meaning

to the word night-life...

Let's get out of this rag trade

and take a hike.

- You don't mind?

- I'll be back.

- What's with Steinhart? Is this serious?

- Why? Don't you like him?

- He seems a bit constipated to me.

- I prefer to call it solid, Win.

It's nice to have somebody

you can count on.

You're in good form.

I'm sorry, Mr Venza. I've been

instructed not to let you in tonight.

Are you still writing the occasional

magazine article? Then follow me.

The art's in the basement

and you are getting a privileged peek.

Claire, how are you?

The elevator is down there.

Just push the button when you're ready.

Where did Claire go?

I think she found someone

a lot more interesting.

I'm just kidding... you're great.

You're in overtime, Freddie.

You need money you come to me.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Raising cash without coming to me?

Your ex-partner. I'm buying you out.

Read the contract. There's provision.

Fuck the contract!

- It's over, pal. Take a hike.

- Nothing's over, we ain't through yet.

You're making eighty per cent,

which is what you wanted.

How the fuck do you know what I want?

Fine...

Goodbye, it's been fun.

Don't turn your back on me

when I'm talking to you, Winnie.

Grease and water still don't mix.

Do they, Joey?

Jesus Christ! What are you doing?

Hello? T. J...

What time is it?

Oh no, you gotta be kidding.

OK, I'll be in in twenty minutes.

- I gotta go to the city.

- Get off.

Hey, Mike. Out of the bag, into the bureau.

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