The Bachelor Page #4

and all you have left

is bowel trouble.

Well, I'm sorry.

I didn't think you'd get so upset

over a figure of speech.

It's not the words, Jimmie.

It's the whole approach.

God, it's as if you deliberately...

What?

You don't want to marry me,

do you?

I just proposed to you.

But the way you proposed,

you weren't asking me to marry you.

You were asking me to say "no".

Just put it on, all right?

Please?

You don't want to be married,

Jimmie.

And I don't want to be married

to a guy who doesn't want to be married.

Anne, come here.

You know that I love you.

It's just...

Can't we just leave things

the way they are?

Just for a while.

Hey, sis.

How was the Starlight Room?

What, he didn't ask?

oh, yeah, he asked.

Barely.

Anne, I'm confused. Shouldn't we be

phoning home and popping the champagne?

He botched it!

The worst proposal.

Really!

Maybe the worst proposal

of all time.

But you love the guy.

How bad could it be?

How's this for romantic?

"You win".

- You win what?

- Nothing.

Just "you win".

Like the last three years

have been a poker game...

and I was holding

whatever it is that you hold...

when you win.

"You win".

God, that's brutal.

Could you stop saying it,

please?

Stop it!

- Was he hammered?

- You'd think so. No.

Everything was perfect.

Really perfect.

You know, the music and the view.

Everything but his proposal.

Maybe he wrote down a beautiful speech

on a small piece of paper...

and lost it.

Natalie.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing,

and not just for me... for him too.

You know, all I wanted...

was for him to want to do it right,

and he didn't.

And that says everything.

You get it.

Do you know

that in the year 2020...

women are gonna outnumber men

four to one?

And you will only have

three childbearing years left.

Anne, talk to him.

Answer the phone.

Here, another dozen roses.

Gee, Jimmie,

like old times again, huh?

Not quite.

Look at you, savoring all of those

wild flings you had as a wolf.

- I'm not savoring.

- At least he's romantic.

When's the last time

you bought Rita flowers?

She's allergic.

Listen, instead of

sending a dozen a day...

just send her

a couple hundred thousand at once.

For all the good it'll do you.

Max, I have him to give me this sh*t.

From you, I'd just like the flowers.

okay.

I'm just telling you,

man to man...

what you said in the Starlight Room

was really bad.

- If you wanna make up with someone...

- Just one second.

Who told you?

What does it matter?

'Cause it's personal, and it's not

a story I want a lot of people knowing.

Who told you

about the Starlight Room?

What, the "sh*t or get off the pot"

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