You.
What happened to you?!
Wayne didn't hi...?
Oh, no. Nothin' like that.
It's just a little crick in my neck, is all.
I was wonderin'
if I might have a word with you.
Well...
OK.
- How's the divorce comin' along?
- The divorce? My divorce?
Uh... well, yes.
- Why?
- Well, I been reconsidering the situation.
I think that under the circumstances
we should overlook the marriage
and... get back together.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yes. I do.
- Why?
- Well...
Wayne is a fine, fine young man
with a bright future,
but he did have that look in his eye
when you two were dancin'.
I wouldn't want him
to get the wrong idea.
- And what idea is that?
- You know.
That we would let a silly little thing
like a marriage vow come between us.
Were you spying on us?
In my bar?!
No.
Why shouldn't he have that look
in his eye? After all, he is my husband.
Something that I didn't think was
such a big deal, but you obviously do.
- Did.
- So maybe I won't get divorced.
Maybe I'll move back
to Saskatchewan with Wayne.
If I can't count on you when something
as piddly as a husband pops up,
what happens when
the really big stuff hits?
So you can just forget it, Holling.
I don't care if your neck never gets better,
cos you always hit the kerb
making a right turn anyway.
How's the movie goin'?
Not so well. I don't think me and the new
Hollywood should be in bed together.
- What?
- You know, blockbusters.
$100m box office.
That's all they say they want
down there these days.
- I don't think I have one of those in me.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
Thanks.
MTV says it all started
with Steven and the shark.
Then came the extraterrestrial, and
George brought us R2-D2, Indiana Jones,
Batman, Dick Tracy.
Entertainment Tonight
calls it "high concept".
- Hmm.
- Yeah, hmm.
I don't think I'm
a high concept kind of guy.
Wait a minute,
what about Woody Allen?
- What about him?
- Thought you told me he was a genius?
Oh, yeah! Woody's my man. Annie Hall,
Manhattan, Stardust Memories...
Plus Take the Money and Run
and Bananas.
Before he became ashamed
of bein' funny.
Not to mention
Crimes and Misdemeanors.
I never heard of that one.
It was only the best film of 1989!
As far as I'm concerned.
- Is that on cassette yet?
- I don't know.
But the point is, Woody Allen doesn't write
blockbusters and Hollywood likes him.
Write like he writes.
Oh. You mean a movie about
neurotic intellectuals in New York.
No, I don't mean write what he writes.
Write the way he does.
He writes about things he knows.
Look, Woody Allen is Jewish
and from New York, right?
That's probably why he writes about it,
because that's what he knows about.
You mean, like, it's easy for him?
Yeah. Sort of.
Hey, Dave, I can't eat this breakfast.
These eggs look stupid.
Where's that little round bone in the ham?
Shelly!
What? I gotta work.
I want a hamburger. I wanna know
if we're goin' back to Canada too.
- Can't this wait?
- No, I'm hungry.
Dave, throw on a burger.
Horns off.
- I'm not going back.
- You want me to live here?
No... it's over
between me and you.
Give me one good reason.
I don't have to.
I just don't love you any more.
I'm sorry, but I don't.
I mean...
I just can't cuddle up next to somebody
if I don't have that special feeling.
Shelly, I just put new shocks on the truck.
It's smoother back there than a water bed!
Sorry.
Take this away.
I can't eat now.
Look at it this way,
at least we have Saskatchewan.
I mean, we didn't - we lost it.
Until you showed up.
At least now we're still friends.
- You know what I mean?
- Yeah, I guess.
And besides,
Cindy's got the hots for you.
- Yeah?
- She always has.
Yeah, well, she oughta. I'm the best
stick man there is, including Gretzky.
- I'm really glad you showed up, Wayne.
- You are?
Yeah. I gotta get back to work.
I suppose I should hit the highway.
Get back to Cindy.
Yeah.
By the way, Shelly.
I'm a little low on gas money.
See