Walter, can you get your hands on
$200,000 by close of business Friday?
-[Beeping Accelerating]
-Well, let me see.
If I sell everything I own,
maybe I can buy you lunch.
-[Gasping]
-Jack?
-[Gasping Continues]
-Jack? Jack, are you all right?
[Siren Wailing]
-I'm fine, really.
-Take it easy, Mr Schnittman.
-Has this ever happened before?
-Yeah.
Seven times
in the past five months.
-I thought jogging was getting you
in better shape.
-It is.
Yeah. Thanks to the jogging,
now I can lift him into the ambulance.
Walter, this is
a million-dollar house, literally.
I just want an apartment. My girlfriend's
ex-husband returned from Europe today.
That's nice.
No, we have to get out of his place now.
It's an uncomfortable situation.
Why would somebody sell
a million-dollar house for 200,000?
Who knows?
A divorce, loan sharks...
drugs, sudden death.
The point is: You get to capitalize
on a fellow human being's misfortune.
That's the basis of real estate.
Have we got a deal?
-## [Classical]
-[Maestro] You are
more beautiful than ever.
-Thank you. So are you.
-[Chattering]
Why did we ever
get divorced?
-So we could look better,
for one reason.
-Hmm.
-Can I speak frankly?
-Anything's possible.
Anna, I have learned
that my life is meaningless without you.
I know we made
a mess of things before...
but I wanna put the past behind us
and begin again fresh...
and at the same time
older and wiser.
-Can we do that?
-No.
-What do you mean "no"? Why not?
-I love Walter.
-"Walter"? What Walter?
-Oh, Max, you know exactly what Walter.
-Don't be ridiculous.
He's not even a musician.
-Many people aren't.
Anna, please,
I have finally discovered...
there is only one person
in the world who matters to me.
And that's you.
I've known that for a long time.
No. You love me,
and I love you.
You love you.
I love Walter.
-Will you stop saying that?
-Max, it's over for us. Over.
All right.
Then just go to bed with me.
[Ping-Pong Ball
Bouncing]
A few of the Maestro's things.
He moves back in today, you know.
Yeah, I know. Party's over for you guys.
You'll have to go home.
Some girl called.
Said she'd taken a lot of pills...
and was gonna kill herself
if you didn't call her.
[Walter] No, no. I get those calls
two or three times a week.
-She really sounds bad.
-[Doorbell Buzzing]
I think she sounds awful,
but she sold six million records last year.
-Walter!
-Hey, how are ya?
I gotta get some food
right now!
Okay, we promised never to come to your
place again, but this is a major crisis.
It's not my place
any more.
When your father took all our money,
you were so nice to us.
-You washed my hair.
I didn't forget that.
-## [Piano]
We trust you.
We need your advice.
I am sure I did not
wash your hair.
Look, I gotta get up early
tomorrow and go see Benny.
-You see Benny?
-[Man] He sees Benny?
-What's your problem?
-We want to change the name of the band.
You can't do that!
You've spent years and a fortune...
to make your name
a household word.
Your name is perfect.
"Cheap Girls." I love it.
-I'm not sure it's us.
-[Burps]
-It is.
-We wanna call ourselves "Meryl Streep."
-[Man Shouting]
No, no. You cannot call yourselves
"Meryl Streep."
-Maybe she'll be flattered.
-No, in fact, considering your act...
I think I can guarantee
a giant lawsuit.
-## [Piano Continues]
-[Clattering]
Don't take off your coat.
Forget it.
You are not calling yourselves
"Meryl Streep."
-Come on, we're gonna go see a house.
-A house? Where?
An hour away
from everyone.
[Man]
How about "Debbie Reynolds'"?
Thanks very much.
Keep the change.
-This can't be it.
-It's the address.
[Anna]
It's beautiful.
I know.
Somethin' must be wrong.
Well, let's go see.
-Hi! Come on in.
-[Anna] Thank you.
## [Classical]
[Door Closes]