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Uh..he might of.
What's that mean?
We did not leave together.
Who did he leave with?
What's it to you?!
I'm his pimp. He left with the dancers, didn't he?
Hey, you're the psychic. Eve, the psychic pimp. You tell me.
Those sluts!
Yeah. But who's not a slut these days?
Where are you going?
To bed.
To bed?
Yeah. I'm not the one who's in love with the guy.
What?! Now hold on! Wait one damn minute!
In the first place, I don't fall in love with weirdos I've only known for four or five days.
Yes, you do.
And I don't fall in love with grown men who collect baseball cards!!
Uh, yes, you do.
Or pee in their pants when they see the ocean!
Yes, you do!
Or have perfect table manners.
You know, I asked him about that. And he said that good manners are a way we have of showing other people that we respect them. See, you'd eat like a slob if you were alone, but since another human being is present, you show that person respect by going to the trouble of having proper manners. I didn't know that. I tho...
What?
He thinks that I am a gentleman and that you are a lady!
Well, consider the source. I don't even know what a lady is.
Exactly! I thought a gentleman was somebody who owned horses. Turns out, the short and very simple definition of a gentleman or a lady is: someone who always attempts to make the people around him or her feel as comfortable as possible. That's it! If you don't do that, nothing else matters. The cars, the clothes, the h...
Where did he get all that information?
From the oddest place. His parent's told him. I don't think I got that memo.
So now I suppose he's trying to make those two dancers feel as comfortable as possible.
He didn't leave with them.
Well...I admit it. I'm glad to hear that.
He left with Sophie.
What?!!
It's true. She swept him out the door whispering little French things into his ear.
Oh, no! Not Sophie! No way! Please don't tell me that!!
What are you going to do? Go over to her place and kick in the door?
You're goddamn right I am!
I don't think so.
Coward!
Well what was I supposed to do?! He wants me to live underground with him! That's like Silence of the Lambs, don't you think?!
I know...I know. You did the right thing.
Oh, no!
What?!
Gay.
Oh. Well, you're...certainly welcome!
Good God...you don't think there really is a bomb shelter, do you?
Fallout shelter.
What do you want to do with it?
Give it back to him.
And if we can't find him?
We'll find him.
What's wrong?
I don't know. Everything's so neat. It's all just so...goddamn dear. Damn!
See these? Found them in the box with the cards. These are stock certificates. IBM. AT&T. Polaroid.
Millions upon millions upon millions! The cards. The stock! The clothes! The toothpaste! The guy was on the level! And you blew it! A man walks into your life who is the kindest, most polite, honest, trustworthy, incredibly rich guy you have ever met in your life!! And what do you do?!
Have him committed.
Yeah! That's thinking.
He was always so "nice"! How was I supposed to know that's a good thing?! "Nice" is weird! Nice is...what is "nice"? It's not cool! I'll tell you that. Was it ever?
I don't know. I like to think so.
Well, at least I fell for him before I found out he was rich! That's new. Wait a minute! He said today he knew where home was. What happened this morning?! Where did you go?!
To get some frozen poultry.
Then what?
We came back to the house!
You didn't stop anywhere else?!
No. No, wait a minute. We stopped at a porno store.
What?!
An adult bookstore. He was very excited about seeing it. You think home is under a dirty bookstore in the Valley?
Come on.
Why would you put a fallout shelter under a porno shop?
None of this stuff was here in 1962. The Valley was mostly small homes and fruit orchards.
Well, we've come a long way, haven't we? I want to go home.
Yeah. Maybe he'll call.
Adam!!
Where?!
Stop!
What are you bitching about now?
What are you doing here?
I forgot some of my stuff.
Your stuff? Let me see that.
You came back for these?
Hey, they're Ralph Laurens. And who's this interesting looking fellow?
This is Adam. Adam, meet Cliff.
Go home, Cliff, wherever that might be.
Shana Gillroy's apartment. Remember her? The model who went to Harvard? Well, I better get going! Bye, Adam. Nice coat!
So where is your roommate, the model?
You know, I don't know. And looking at you, I don't care. It's been too long, Eve.
Go home, Adam. Go to your hotel.
Yeah. Before I kick your ass.
Stop it, you two!
I guess we shouldn't fight in here.
For Pete's sake, Calvin! We've got guests!
Sorry, honey! I just got to fooling with this darn rheostat.
Well, put it down and come in!
You bet, hon!
I'm sorry everyone, but given this extraordinary turn of events, I think it's prudent that we cut the evening short. I'm sure this Cuban thing will resolve itself, but in the meantime...I'd suggest taking a prayerful watchandwait stance!
We'll do this again! Maybe next week. Here's your hat. Could I wrap something up for you? Did you have a coat?
It's time.
Time? Oh, no Calvin. It's not time yet. I still have
It shuts off automatically.
Did you rig it to do that? You're so clever.