The Coca-Cola Kid Page #3

end up on my office desk,

please.

She'll be right, mate.

-Thank you.

-She's right, China.

-Say what?

-Anytime.

Frank, have you seen

the projectionist?

The guy is wearing

a f***ing Pepsi t-shirt.

l wouldn't worry about it.

He's just having us on.

lt's Australian humor.

lt's product disloyalty

is what it is, Frank.

Come off it, Becker.

l mean, look at it this way.

There's probably

a guy over at Pepsi...

wearing one of our t-shirts.

And he called me China.

Now why in the hell

would he call me China?

l don't know.

Maybe it's your squinty eyes.

l didn't expect

to find anything like this...

on the floor in the office.

l'm sorry.

l was feeding the fish.

l don't want to see anything

like that again, miss.

Terri. The name's Terri.

Yes, ma'am,

l know what your name is.

Speaking of the significance

of personal disorder...

J.F.K.--

John Fitzgerald Kennedy--

he used to comb his hair

fifteen minutes...

before leaving Air Force One.

His aides were,

of course, complaining.

And what did he say?

He said,

''lt is not Jack Kennedy...

''that's going

to walk off this plane...

''but the United States

of America.''

Let's call it a day, shall we?

l'll see you in the morning.

Excuse me, sir, is there

anything l can do for you?

Excuse me, sir.

-Where's my alimony?

-Kim !

You shouldn't have come here.

Wait a minute.

Where's the 227 bucks

for our daughter?

Look, l'm telling you,

just get out of here.

You know l still love you.

Hello, security.

Why isn't anybody there?

Thank you, security.

Who is this?

Cleaning lady!

Kim !

Get off!

Thank you, cleaning lady.

Excuse me, sir, l hate

mixing into family affairs...

but l recommend

you start behaving right now.

What are you, her new protector?

That's a nice tie, eh?

Please, stop.

God damn!

l only came here for my alimony!

Security!

OK. You sit real still.

Security!

Have you got him?

All right. Take him.

Take him. He's yours.

Yeah. Terri,

call the police, please.

l still want a family,

you know.

Excuse me, miss.

What are you doing?

What does it look like?

lt looks like you're making

photocopies of your face.

That's what l'm doing.

Yes, ma'am. No.

What l meant was...

what are you doing

in this office?

l come here all the time.

l'm DMZ.

That's what my parents call me.

lt means demilitarized zone.

When they throw things

at each other...

l'm off-limits.

Come here.

You have a seat right there.

-What's your name?

-Rebecca?

You can call me

the Coca-Cola Kid.

Rebecca!

OK?

-Look, l--

-Hi, Mommy.

l'm really sorry.

Look. Sorry.

That was Kim, my ex-husband.

He's very political...

and he's dedicated

to his beliefs.

You see, he makes his own vodka.

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