Jesus.
So, you really hate that job?
Yeah. I hate both my jobs.
Yeah? What else do you do?
I work in the Xerox shop downstairs.
Downstairs?
Yeah. We're right on top of it.
I've got the keys.
You want to go down and see it?
No, thanks. I've had
about enough excitement for one night.
It's a lousy job, but...
I can get free copies whenever I want to.
Gee whiz.
What is that, "Gee whiz"?
I mean, you're humoring me?
I don't have to take that kind of shit.
What is it with people today?
You can't say anything
without getting a smart answer.
You have to be so goddamn careful
about everything you say.
You think I don't notice?
I know what's going on.
I overhear the customers
at the Xerox shop making fun of me.
I didn't mean anything by that.
It was raining outside,
and I invited you to come into my home.
I didn't have to do that, now, did I?
First of all, you're not stupid.
Look, I have trouble figuring out
the tax on checks. So what?
I mean, 8%% % is a bitch!
So I make a few mistakes.
Sue me! Call your lawyers!
Okay, come on. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.
- You want to sit down?
- Okay.
I'm sorry I was rude before. I really am.
Okay, no more crying. Please.
What a night.
Paul?
Do you like my hairdo?
Yes, I do.
Then why don't you touch it?
- I don't want to mess it up.
- You won't.
- You want me to?
- Yeah.
Okay.
That's him. I hear him. No, it's okay.
Thank God he's there. I can go home.
What's the matter?
Nothing. I just...
You know, I really got the feeling
that you kind of liked me.
You're not going to leave, not after
I brought you out of the rain, are you?
All right. I'm going to...
Here's what I'll do. I'll...
go to the bar,
give your boss back his keys.
I'm going to get my keys
and I'll be back, okay?
- Should take all of two minutes.
- Yeah, sure.
Julie, two minutes. Okay?
Well, what happened to you?
Long, difficult story.
Honestly, when you didn't show up
for so long, I figured you did rob me blind.
I had to close up here and check it out.
My neighbor told me he did see you leave.
But he wasn't too sure about you, either.
But here you are.
I tell you, you had me worried.
How about a drink?
You look like you could use one.
You don't happen to have any
powerful aphrodisiacs back there, do you?
She won't put out?
It's not for her. It's for me.
I seem to have gotten myself
involved with...
one of your cocktail waitresses.
- Miss Beehive, 1965.
- Yes.
Don't even ask me how.
Take off. What's she going to do,
kill herself?
Terminal.
What's up, Rich?
You know, you're right.
Just give me my keys. I'm gonna go home.
What's the matter?
My girlfriend...
just killed herself a little while ago.
- Took some sleeping pills.
- Jesus Christ.
- Oh, no.
- Yep.
We had an argument. I told her
she had to get out of the apartment...
It's my fault.
God.
Marcy.
I don't know what to say. I just...
What can you say?
After all, it wasn't your fault.
I'm going to...
I'll be right back, okay? Try to stay calm.
- Are you all right?
- Why, yes.
- You said two minutes, though.
- I know.
- I'm sorry.
- Did you miss me?
Like I've never missed anyone in
my whole life, is how much I missed you.
- Really?
- I can't believe how much I missed you.
- I really did miss you.
- That's very sweet.
I'm going to give you a present.
Don't do that.
That's really not necessary at all.
I've only known you an hour.
No. You said that you were going to
come back, and you did.
In these days,
that is something to be commended...
and rewarded.
- Do you know what this is?
- No.
This is a plaster-of-Paris,
bagel-and-cream-cheese paperweight.
I bought it from a local artist, Kiki Bridges.
Did you ever hear of her?
Julie.
I promised I would come back, and I did.
Now, I really do have to go.
I got to sleep. You understand, don't you?
I promise I'm going to see you again.
I will. Okay?
You all right?
Why do you keep asking me that?
What's with you?