daytime. I just want the nighttime. . .
. . .from now on to be. . .
. . .ours.
Yes?
Okay, fine.
Okay, I'II meet you.
I have to meet a friend.
That's okay.
I've got work to do at home.
No, I don't want you to go.
WouId you pIease stay?
Okay.
Fetch, boy.
Now you can afford that bed
that lets you read, eat...
...chat on the phone, watch TV, sleep
and relax at the touch of a button.
Now you can afford soothing, gentle
massage. Your personal heat control.
Total adjustability.
At last, an adjustable bed
at flat bed prices.
HeIIo.
HeIIo.
HeIIo.
-Elizabeth?
-Yes.
-Hi.
-Hi.
Don 't talk. I have a question
I want to ask you.
Okay.
All the while that I was with
my friend, I was just wondering...
... what you were doing in there.
I was wondering if maybe
you were going through my clothes...
...looking in my drawers...
...looking at the things in my closet.
And I said,
''No, she's not that kind of girl.
She's a good girl. ''
Good girls don 't snoop, do they?
So come on, you can tell me.
Tell me if you've been a nosy parker.
I mean, come on.
Really, I want to know.
I'm your pal, right? So tell me.
You can trust me.
It'll be our secret.
So tell me.
Tell me.
Yes.
-Yes.
-What's that?
-Yes, what?
-Yes, I've been a nosy parker.
Shame on you.
I didn't think you'd be here.
Why'd you do that?
I'm sorry.
You've been a very bad girI.
I want you to face the waII and raise
your skirt, because I'm gonna spank you.
You are kidding?
I'm not kidding.
Oh, God.
Who the fuck do you think you are?
Coming.
Your breakfast is ready.
WiII that be cash or charge?
Cash.
John?
Aren't you going to ask me
how I Iike this?
No.
Did you take as good a care
of the others as you do of me?
Did you?
Come on, John.
-Say, ''That is gross. ''
-That is. . .
. . .unacceptabIe.
Just go.
Hurry!
Where are we going?
I'm gonna take care of you.
Hot soup.
It's good.
How did you know?
How did you know I'd respond to you
the way I have?
I saw myseIf in you.
Do you know what, MoIIy?
I can't figure this guy out.
You know, sometimes. . .
. . .it's so easy.
I mean, it might be. . .
. . .the tie they wear. . .
. . .or the books they read,
or don't read.
But you know.
Know what?
What wiII end it.
So you just fiIe it away and you wait.
And that sort of makes it bearabIe.
But with this guy. . . .
Maybe it's true Iove.
Maybe.
Hi.
I brought you some Iunch.
Pastrami and oatmeaI cookies.
Your favorite.
What are you doing here?
I was in the neighborhood. . .
. . .and I wondered how you spent
your days without me.
And now I know.
Wow, you have such a big office.
Your secretary is very attractive.
I saw her on the way in.
Do you aIways buy her Iunch?
Don't Iet her Ieave.
I Iove WaII Street.
I do, yes.
-Why?
-I don't know.
I Iove the gray fIanneI suits,
the shiny shoes.
Sometimes I wonder what it
wouId be Iike to be one of the guys.
Yeah?
Sometimes.
Sometimes.
Yeah, I can understand that.
The Iady wants to know what it
wouId be Iike to be one of the boys?
The crowd is going wild!
Oh, I don't beIieve this.
Don't sit down next to me Iooking
Iike that. Jesus Christ!
-WiII you take it off?
-Stop it!
Just kidding. You Iook reaIIy good.
You Iook great.
I'II teII you, my darIing,
it's a heII of a Iife.
You work and work and work.
You meet with peopIe that
you don't Iike, you don't know.
That you don't even want to know.
And they try to seII you things.
You try to seII them things.
Then you go home at night, Iisten to
the wife nag, the kids bitch.
You turn up the TV.
You tune everything out.
You get up the next day
and you start over again.
I'II teII you. . . .
I'II teII you, the onIy