money. its name is money.
of course.
who knows? why does anyone get married?
yes, that is one reason.
dad, matthew is four. it would be nice for him if his parents were married.
another independent bookstore bites the dust --
how much are your paying?
perfect. it'll keep those west side liberal nut pseudo-intellectual bleeding hearts --
don't romanticize them. it'll keep them from jumping down your throat --
stamps. envelopes.
exactly.
too bad for her.
they're wondering where we've been all these years. they're wondering how they ever did without it.
how's the children's book department?
we'll crush it --
well, i've never heard of him. and neither has anyone else in this place.
to us.
i've stayed here after, let's see, your mother, laurette that ballet dancer --
was she the nanny? i forgot that. how ironic. then there was the ice skater --
really. how amazingly ironic. sybil the astrologer.
just like gillian.
the nanny.
true true.
who did you break up with?
would i like her? just kidding. isn't this great? have some peanuts. of course i have to live out of a suitcase for a least three weeks, and then there's the inevitable legal hassle, more of your inheritance down the drain.
i won't. but then i get to meet someone new. that's the easy part.
don't be ridiculous. have i ever been with anyone who fits that description? have you?
isn't it a beautiful night?