The Wish List (2010) Movie Script

[Soft piano]

♪

- The brave, handsome knight

asked the beautiful

young Princess

if she would marry him

so they could live

happily ever after.

"Of course I will,"

said the Princess.

"You're the most perfect man

in all the world.

"And now that I found you,

we can live

happily ever after."

[Alarm beeping]

- ♪ Hey hey hey hey

♪ hey hey hey hey

- ♪ where my girls at,

where my girls at ♪

♪ where my girls at,

where my, where my girls at ♪

♪ where my girls at,where my gir

♪ where my girls at,

where my, where my girls at ♪

♪ you're independent

and you handle your b-i ♪

♪ don't need him

but you want a man ♪

♪ to hold you down

♪ pay your own bill,

do it your way ♪

♪ stay classy,

let him know you don't play ♪

♪ let me see you stand up

stand up ♪

♪ if you plan to play,

then put your hands up ♪

♪ hands up,

all my single ladies ♪

♪ put your hands up,

hands up ♪

♪ you can sing along

with me, oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ oh oh oh oh

♪ gonna wake up,

gonna make a new day ♪

- ♪ yeah

- ♪ gonna get up

♪ gonna find a new way

- ♪ yeah

- ♪ gonna get him

♪ gonna make him just right

- ♪ yeah

♪ gonna get him,

gonna make him all mine ♪

♪ independent,

and you handle your b-i ♪

♪ don't need him,

but you want a man ♪

♪ to hold you down

♪ pay your own bill,

do it your way ♪

♪ stay classy,

let him know you don't play ♪

♪ let me see you stand up

stand up ♪

♪ if you plan to play,

then put your hands up ♪

- She's coming.

She's coming. Coming.

- ♪ All my single ladies

put your hands up ♪

- One, two, three...

Both: [Giggling]

- ♪ You're independent

and you handle b-i ♪

♪ don't need him,

but you want a man ♪

[Dinging]

- Hi. Miss Fischer,

what can I do for you today?

- Okay. So these, um,

linen pants

I need with a full crease.

And then these palazzos

I needed the crease

starting mid-thigh.

And on these cropped

black pants,

I need no crease at all.

But if it's the silk,

then it's the other way around.

And on this one,

it needs a button.

But I don't like

the parallel stitch.

I like the "x."

Hi, Tim.

- Hey.

You're right on time,

as always.

- Hmm.

- Large nonfat half-caf

latte,

extra splash of caf.

- Great, as always.

- All right.

- The job is assistant

to the children's editor.

- Well, I've done

a lot of creative writing,

and I consider myself

very organized.

- Oh, excellent.

- And since I minored

in psychology,

I feel like I'm very equipped

to deal with a lot of

different personalities.

- You know what, I think

you're perfect for the job.

- The peppercorn?

Vinaigrette.

- Yeah.

That sounds good.

- Thank you.

- Thank you very much.

- Penny for your thoughts.

- Ten bucks, and you're on.

- No, I'm serious, Jamie.

I mean, we've been dating

quite a while,

and I feel like

I barely know you.

- What do you mean?

I'm an open book.

- Yeah, with

a lot of blank pages.

Ha ha!

- [Chuckles]

Okay. I really like you,

Sarah.

You're kind

and considerate and...

- But...

- But, frankly,

I've been afraid

that if you knew

the real me,

then you'd disapprove,

and that would be that.

- You don't have to tell me

your deepest, darkest secrets.

- You mind if I smoke?

- You don't smoke.

- See, but I do.

Three packs a day.

The reason why

I've been hiding it

is because nonsmokers

hate smokers,

and I didn't want

to offend you.

- I had no idea.

You know what? Y...

You smoke.

Yeah.

Yeah, light up.

Sure.

- Ohh...that is so good.

- [Coughs lightly]

- Another chardonnay?

- No, no, no.

My limit is one.

- Uh...me too.

On second thought,

maybe I will have another drink.

Double bourbon, neat.

- You got it.

- Wow. You said

you hardly drink.

- I totally lied.

I drink all the time.

Except

for when I'm around you.

- Oh.

- Sorry, Sarah.

This is how I numb the pain.

- [Sneezes]

- I knew it.

You hate me now.

- No...

[Coughs]

Whoo.

Just allergic to your...

[Coughs]

Credit card.

You dropped your credit card.

- Oh...Uh...

- It's my...

It's my credit card.

- Yeah. I took it when

you went to the ladies' room.

- You went into my purse?

- I'm kind of a kleptomaniac.

I-I was gonna

give that back to you.

- I'm telling you, Chloe,

it is a war out there.

No. The men I meet...

They are all so deficient.

They are fun,

but they are poor.

They are successful,

but they're bipolar.

They're handsome,

but they're chain-smoking

kleptomaniacs

with family

and alcohol issues.

- Well, sis...

Nobody's perfect.

- You found yours!

Where's mine?

- You just need to be patient.

He'll show up

when you least expect it.

I just lucked out.

- I am tired of leaving things

up to chance!

You know,

when it comes to men...

I have to take more control.

- Look, love is not about

control.

It's about chemistry.

Now, what are you gonna do?

Write up one of your

famous lists?

"Qualifications

for the man I will marry.

No exceptions."

- Yes. Yes!

You're a genius!

- I was joking.

- I'm not.

I'm gonna make a list...

A nonnegotiable list of traits

a guy has to have,

or he's out

from the get-go.

No more chasing Mr. Wrong.

- No. No, Sarah.

No lists.

That's just

way too extreme.

Do you remember

what pastor James said

about true love

when we were kids?

He said "be patient.

Don't be anxious or worried.

God wants us to prosper,

and he will deliver a love

far more wonderful

than we can ever dream."

- I'm making a list.

Qualifications

for the man I'll marry.

No...exceptions.

One.

Must love his family.

Two.

Must have a good job.

Hi, baby.

Must...love animals.

Must not

eat red meat.

Oh. No bling.

No piercings.

No dreadlocks.

No slogan t-shirts.

Honest.

Handsome.

Athletic.

A good cook.

[Whimpering]

Oh...oh...

No.

Must...cry...

[Man laughing]

Shh!

At movies.

Must be...

Oh...Oh!

A safe driver.

No smoking.

One drink a day per limit

and nice feet.

Yes.

- Forget the ten commandments.

You've got, uh...

[Laughs] 19?

- 22.

This is a war.

- No bling?

- Mm-mm.

- Who'd you have a date with,

a rapper?

Honey, honestly,

there are a lot more

important things to worry about.

- Everything counts, Chloe.

This is my version

of speed dating.

- ♪ I do whatever I like

♪ I am a independent woman

♪ and I do my own thing but

♪ I want some love

in my life ♪

♪ I said love love love

♪ I want some love

in my life ♪

- One kona eruption.

Full-bodied

but light-footed,

with a bold, kicky tang.

Another Fred Jones

specialty drink original.

And if you hate it,

you can have whatever

you want on the house.

- Mm. You know,

this is good.

How'd you know I'd like it?

- Well, they don't call me

the coffee psychic for nothing.

- [Giggles]

Thank you.

- Hey, pretty lady!

This is for you.

[Playing bluesy

harmonica chords]

♪

[Light end notes]

What can I do you for?

- Uh, um...

Where...Where's Tim?

- Tim quit.

- Oh!

Who are you?

- Fred.

Aka, the new boss.

The big kahunas brought me in

to save L.A. city coffee

from going the way

of the brontosaurus.

- Okay. Um...Can I have

a large nonfat

half-caf latte, please?

Extra shot of caf.

- [Sucking in air]

I don't think so.

- I'm sorry, excuse me?

- I think you need

the spicy stylings

of one of my sumatran slings.

- Oh, uh, no, really.

Thank you, but I'd just like

a large nonfat half-caf latte.

- Coffee connection is that way.

Grindhouse is around the corner.

Godspeed.

- Excuse m...Okay.

I'm gonna say it again.

I would like a large

nonfat half-caf latte

for here, please.

- And I'm gonna

tell you one more time...

You drink what I recommend,

or you don't drink at all.

- Oh!

- Oh, excuse me, I...

A-Are you all right?

- Me?

I-I'm okay. Yeah.

He's nuts, and I haven't

had my coffee this morning,

but...I'm okay.

- Um...i-I'm Erik.

With a "k."

- I'm Sarah with an "h".

[Both chuckling]

- Can I get you that coffee?

- Sure. Yeah.

- You're right about that guy.

I ended up with something

called a buongiorno supremo.

Still couldn't get

what you wanted.

- It's okay.

I'll just have water.

- Actually, I had him make me

a black coffee chaser.

Told him it was for me

for later.

- Oh.

- You want it?

- Thanks.

- Cheers.

Mm. Wow, that's superb.

You want to tast

- no, thank you, I'm fine.

- Yeah, so anyway, at first

I thought I was gonna be a vet

just 'cause I love animals

so much,

but I realized I could

probably do more good for kids,

so I went into pediatrics,

and now I work

over at county general.

I leave town on weekends

sometimes for special surgeries.

- Sounds amazing.

- How you kids doing?

How was that supremo?

- Oh, it's outstanding.

Thanks for the recommendation.

- No problem.

Sometimes you gotta

tell the people what they want.

Otherwise...

How are they gonna know?

- What about if they already

know what they want

but they can't have it?

- Looks like somebody's getting

exactly...What they want.

- [Laughs]

So these are my parents.

- Mm-hmm.

- And that's my sister Chloe.

She's like my best friend.

That's her husband stu

and their two great kids

Allie and Henry.

- You're lucky

your family's so nearby.

Mine are all back in D.C....

My parents, my brothers,

my cousins.

- Are you close?

- [Laughs] Uh, you know

how they say

you can pick your friends

but you can't pick your family?

I definitely pick my family.

- Oh...

[Giggles]

- This one time,

my brother Mike and me...

We're really close,

kinda like you and your sister.

[Talking under music]

♪

[Record scratches]

- If you two spend

any more time here,

I'm gonna have to ask

for a major credit card.

- [Gasps] We've been

talking here for three hours.

- [Laughs]

It felt like three minutes.

- Anyone want to join me

for a smoke?

- No.

- I-I don't smoke.

- No, no, me either,

but how rude would it be

if I asked you to come outside

and watch me play harmonica?

[Playing random notes]

- Actually, I have to go.

I volunteer Saturdays

at a homeless shelter downtown.

Would you like to get

together sometime...

For a real date?

- Yes. Yes. Sure.

Um...i have a card.

It's my email

and my work number.

- Great. Sarah with an "h."

- Yeah.

- I'll call.

- Okay.

Bye.

[Harmonica playing]

♪

Good times?

- Are you always

this irritating?

- Only in the beginning.

You'll get used to me.

[Dog barking]

- Not much of a dog person,

huh?

- No, I got bit

when I was a kid.

They kinda freak me out.

Don't get me started on cats.

- Don't worry.

I won't.

- Y'all come back now,

ya hear?

- Morning, Gloria.

Brought you a little

carrot banana muffin.

- Oh. Forget the cupcakes,

girl.

You just got flowers.

- [Gasps] Oh! What?

I wonder who they're from.

- Go see!

- "Dinner, my place,

Saturday night. Erik."

Oh!

[Dog barking]

- Hey.

Oh!

- Hey, Shakespeare,

hey, sit.

- Oh!

- Shakespeare...

- Shakespeare, huh?

- Yeah, well,

my favorite writer.

- That's impressive.

- Okay! Here we go.

Copper river salmon,

encrusted with fresh herbs

from my garden,

vegetable Risotto,

and organic baby Greens

with goat cheese

and pine nuts.

- Wow, y-y...

You cooked all of this yourself?

- Used a stove and everything.

Oh, by the way,

the salmon's wild.

None of that Mercury

and hormone-loaded

farm-raised stuff.

- Where do you stand

on red meat?

- As far away as I can.

- Nonfat half-caf latte.

Am I right?

- Yes.

- There you go.

- Can I ask you

a personal question?

- Yeah, of course.

- How are you still single?

- [Laughs] Have you been

talking to my mother?

Well...ah, it's just,

you know,

between med school

and my residency

and then jumping headfirst

into the pediatric surgery pool,

I haven't had much time

for relationships.

Mostly though, I think,

it's cause I haven't met

the right woman.

- There's no way I can

make this any easier,

so I won't even try.

We did our best, but I'm afraid

the surgery was a wash.

- What are you saying?

- I'm saying

you can expect a gradual onset

of more serious symptoms,

but as soon as you heal,

you can enjoy a relatively

normal life.

- Until...

- Yes, until.

Nothing to be done, old boy.

Sorry.

- Have you talked

to my family?

- No, not yet.

Per your instructions...

- So he's handsome,

great body, amazing cook.

Cries at steel magnolias.

No...owns steel magnolias.

Ha. You sure

this guy bats righty?

- You are such a cynic,

Chloe.

I told you, he just hasn't

met the right woman yet.

- I am just protecting

my younger sister, that's all.

It's part of

the job description.

- Ohh...

Good-bye, Chloe.

- [Laughs] Bye.

Fred: Thank you.

- Yeah, sure.

- Hey! You ready

for my sumatran sling?

- No. I want a nonfat

half-caf latte.

I've been having it

every morning

for the last two years.

- That's why you need a change.

- I don't want a change.

Listen, I'm gonna ask you

one more time,

and then

I'm never coming back.

You going to give me

what I want...Or not?

- Absolutely...positively...

Definitely...not.

- I don't know how

you expect to keep your business

with nerve like that.

- Here we go.

One large

nonfat half-caf latte.

Enjoy it, dude.

You miss me?

- Why does he get to

have that and I don't?

- Well, because

that boring drink

suits his buttoned-down

civil servant butt...Not yours.

- What business is it of yours

what coffee I drink?

- Coffee is my business,

and I won't let my customers

settle for anything less

than the exact right

cup o' Joe.

- You've already ruined

my morning.

Just give me something...

Anything.

- Sit here.

You're gonna love it.

Presenting, from the volcanic

slopes of Indonesia,

the sumatran sling.

Surprisingly complex

but with a delicate balance

of sweetness and acidity...

Just like me.

So you're waiting for

that guy?

- What guy?

- Boungiorno supremo.

You know, Superman.

- If you're speaking of Erik,

no, I am not waiting for him.

Who are you again?

- Fred. Fred Jones.

- Sarah fischer.

- Drink up, Sarah fischer.

- With you standing here

watching me?

- So you really like this guy?

- Yes. I like him very much.

- You know,

the last place I worked,

the owners bought this, uh,

state-of-the-art

Espresso machine.

You know what?

Didn't really make

any better coffee

than the beat up

cheapo version they replaced.

- Your point?

- Just that nothing

is ever as perfect

as it seems.

Hey! What about your

sumatran sling?

- No. You've already

made me late for work.

I've gotta go.

Uh...no smoking.

One drink limit.

Good cook.

Owns own home.

Reads books.

Must cry at movies.

Hee hee hee.

Tabitha, I think

we hit the mother lode.

[Meow]

- Here you go, guys.

Well, if it isn't

Sarah smile.

- Hi, Fred.

- What's shakin'?

You ready for that

sumatran sling?

- I know what you were

trying to do the other day

when you were telling me

the story

about the Espresso machine.

- It was just a story.

- Well, I don't appreciate it.

You don't know anything

about me.

You don't know what's perfect

and what's not.

- You and Superman

have a hot weekend?

- As a matter of fact,

we did.

Flew up to San Francisco

in a private plane.

- Sweet.

You meet the parents yet?

- No...

Why?

- No reason.

Just askin'.

- I'm not avoiding it.

- Okay.

- What makes you think

you're so all-knowing anyway?

- Look...the reason I understand

the right coffee drink

is because

I understand people,

and vice versa.

- And whatever that means.

- It's now or never.

Are you ready to partake

of this nectar of the gods...

Or not?

- It's fine.

- Ha!

Ha ha ha!

[Sarcastically] Fine!

- So, Erik...

Pediatrics must be

a rewarding profession.

- Oh, absolutely.

No, getting to help kids

is incredibly gratifying.

'Cause kids are the best!

- Me too?

- Yeah. You too.

- You're nice.

I hope my aunt Sarah keeps you.

She doesn't keep anybody.

- Oh.

- I think what Allie

means to say is that

Sarah's very...Selective.

That's all.

- Nothing wrong with that.

Just depends on who you select.

- Don't burn the hamburgers,

honey!

They won't ask you

to grill again!

- Right.

- My husband would take over

the grill at any restaurant

if they'd let him.

- A grilling man

is a happy man, right, stu?

- So true.

I mean, come on...

- Oh, my...

Whoa! Whoa!

- Oh, my...

- Daddy!

- Kids, stay there.

- Kids, kids, stay back.

- Help! Aah! Aah!

- Honey!

- All right, stay calm.

Stay calm.

Take this off.

Stop flailing.

- Don't flail!

- All right, here we go.

- Let Erik handle it!

- Hit that apron, would ya?

- Oh...

- Sweetheart?

- [Panting]

- Are you all right?

- I am now.

Erik, you just about

saved my life.

- Well, you're lucky.

It's just a minor burn.

- No, we're lucky

we have a doctor around.

- They usually just have

an accountant around.

- Naw, you're great in a tax

emergency, stuey.

- Well, unfortunately,

the burgers are ruined.

So much for the dinner.

- Well, not so fast.

You have any pasta?

- You just...

You just whipped this up.

This would have

taken me hours.

- Ah, it's nothing.

Had everything I needed

in the fridge.

- This is the best pasta

I ever ate

in my whole, entire life.

- Wow!

- Yours used to be my favorite,

aunt Sarah,

but not anymore.

- Sarah, maybe your new Beau

can give you a lesson

or two around the kitchen.

- Sarah doesn't need my help.

She's a terrific cook

all by herself.

- Napkin.

[Giggling]

- Uh, well, I think

that mom and dad

are just about ready

to adopt Erik.

They can't stop

talking about him.

- And, uh...

What do you think?

- Well, these are just

the early returns,

but I think that he may

be the best guy

you've brought home

since, uh...

Bobby marciano.

- Bobby marciano

was in the eighth grade.

- Mm.

Well, then,

I guess it's true.

You have dated

a lot of losers.

- Oh.

Keep drinking there.

Yeah, Erik,

he is...He's...

He's pretty wonderful.

- Except?

- Except...except what?

Except...Except nothing.

He's great.

- Okay.

- Oh!

Oh, no.

- What?

Oh!

- What?

- That's...this...this...this guy...

- Who?

- This...this guy

that works at L.A. coffee.

Oh, god, I hope

he doesn't see me.

- Hey! Yo! Sarah!

Yo!

Come on over!

- Come on.

- Hey!

- Let's go say hi.

- Come on.

- Fred! Fancy bumping

into you

in a place like this.

This is my sister Chloe.

- Hi.

- This is lovely Rhiannon.

- Rhiannon.

Were your parents like

fleetwood Mac fans?

- Fleetwood who?

- Oh, that cholesterol

bonanza you're inhaling.

It wouldn't happen to be

a Turkey burger, now, would it?

- If it is,

I got the wrong order.

- You have to excuse

my sister.

She's a bit of a purist.

- Really?

I'm a Buddhist.

- Oh!

- You know, this burger

is today's simple pleasure.

- Simple pleasure?

- Yeah.

Every day, I indulge in one

really simple,

easy-to-get thing

that makes me feel great.

Got any simple pleasures,

miss Sarah smile?

- Used to be

my morning coffee.

- Oh, lady,

you're killing me.

- Well, you know, my...

My sister has to go.

The kids...

The kids are waiting.

- No, not really.

- Yeah, no, you do.

- You guys wanna

join us for dessert?

This place makes a mean

death by chocolate cake.

- No, no.

- That's how I wanna go.

- Yeah, no, you don't.

It's 4,000 calories.

But thanks, Fred, really,

and it's wonderful

to meet you, Rhiannon.

- Bye!

- Hey.

- Hi!

- Okay, Shakespeare,

it's your home

for a few days.

[Both chuckling]

- Hi.

- Thanks a lot.

I really appreciate it.

- Ah...okay.

- There you go.

I'm so sorry

I have to miss your birthday.

Okay.

Oh, can I have a kiss?

- Yeah! Oh!

- All right.

[Laughing]

[Silly voice]

I love you.

I'll call you

as soon as I land.

- Okay.

[Tabitha meows]

- Uh...oh!

[Shakespeare barking]

Oh, Shakespeare, heel!

[Meow]

Ooh! Wait!

[Barking]

Tabitha, run!

Shake, shake, shake,

shake, Shakespeare!

Oh...

[Meow]

[Growling]

[Shakespeare whimpers]

[Continues whimpering]

So I guess it's free.

- Oh? Is today

your birthday?

- You want proof?

- No. I trust ya.

Well, happy birthday.

[Cheerful notes]

- Thanks.

- So what are you

and Superman doing tonight?

You gonna fly around Metropolis,

double-date with Jimmy Olsen

and Lois Lane?

- Uh, e-Erik is out of town.

We celebrated

the other night.

- Oh. Bummer.

- Yeah, well...

Thank you.

For the free sling.

- See ya.

- [Humming]

[Telephone rings]

Hello?

- Hey, birthday girl.

It's me.

- Me who?

- Me, Fred.

- Coffee guy Fred?

- Well, we in the trade

prefer the term barista.

- How did you get my number?

- You're the only Sarah smile

in the phone book.

What are you doing?

- What's up, Fred?

- Well, if you're not too busy,

I was thinking you might

wanna swing by the club

for a special birthday latte

and a day old muffin hoedown.

- Well, that's very nice

of you,

but, um, e-exactly why?

- What do you mean why?

It's your birthday, isn't it?

- Well, yes, but I...

- Hey, but nothin'.

What do you say?

- Y...i don't know.

I...[Laughs]

[Spoon clanks]

- ♪ We

♪ wish you a happy birthday

♪ we wish you

a happy birthday ♪

♪ we wish you

a happy birthday ♪

♪ and we're happy

you're here ♪

- [Toot]

[Cheering, whooping]

- Everybody, this is Sarah.

All: Hi, Sarah!

- Uh...hi.

- Harley!

- Wow.

- Take a deep breath, gal.

I'm sure you've got a wish list

a mile long.

- Blow it out.

- Come on.

- Oh, it looks good.

[Chuckling]

- [Whooping]

- [Toot]

[Country western music plays,

harmonica plays]

♪

- ♪ baby's got me runnin'

♪ from myself

♪ I got to make

some real good time ♪

♪ I get along

just as fast as I can ♪

♪ I know I got to

leave her behind ♪

♪ but I'll be comin' back

when I see that tramp ♪

♪ midnight train

keep runnin' ♪

♪

- You know, that was a really

sweet thing you did tonight.

To be honest,

I still can't figure out why.

- Sometimes a party's

just a party.

Plus, it's good to break

the daily grind.

- Can I ask you

a personal question?

- Sure.

- What do you want to do

with the rest of your life?

- What do you mean?

I'm doing it.

- You wanna serve coffee

forever?

- I wanna be the best barista

there is.

- How do your parents

feel about that?

- [Laughs]

My parents?

My parents are a couple

of aging hippies

off on their own planet,

you know what I mean?

We're not that close.

- Oh.

That's too bad.

- I think it's okay.

I mean, I've turned out

all right,

if I do say so myself.

What about you?

What did you want to be

when you grew up?

- Oh, I definitely want

to get out of human resources.

You know, I thought

maybe publishing

or editing...

You know, actually, i-i

wanted to get into illustrating.

I like to draw.

- Oh, yeah?

Graphs and charts and stuff?

- No. You know, draw.

- You any good?

- Well, see for yourself.

- Wow.

These are really good,

very, uh...

Very realistic.

- Yeah, don't jump up

and down or anything.

It's okay.

- Look, I-I like things

a little more cockeyed,

but, uh, they're great, really.

You should show them

to whoever's in charge,

and maybe they'll let ya doodle

a kid's book or something.

- Really?

- Yeah, yeah, why not?

It's funny, I never took you

for the creative type.

- Well,

you know what they say.

"You can't judge a book

by its cover."

- No, you can't, can ya?

So when's Superman

get back?

- Would you stop

calling him that?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

When does Mr. Perfect get back?

- In a few days. Why?

- Well, I was wondering

if you want to chill out

with Mr. Barista

tomorrow night,

maybe do something, um...

Musical?

- [Chuckles]

Um...

Well...

You know,

wh-what about Rhiannon?

- Oh, no, Rhiannon's history.

She, uh...Went to Vancouver

with her yoga teacher,

swami, whatever.

So what do you say?

- You know, Fred,

i-I'm gonna have to sleep on it.

- All right.

But this offer

turns into a pumpkin

tomorrow at noon, sharp.

- Got it.

Okay, Fred, well,

thank you so much

for the party, really.

- Yeah. Not a problem.

- Bye.

- Good night.

[Engine turns]

- One new message.

[Beep]

- Hey, baby, it's Erik.

I'm here with my whole family.

We all wanna wish you

a happy birthday.

Are you ready?

Voices: Happy birthday!

[Chuckling]

- Wish you were here, Sarah.

Can't wait to see

your smiling face.

Bye, honey.

[Click]

[Beep]

Tanya...i think...

I think I'm going

to recommend you to Mr. Paxton

for his new

second assistant.

I'm not sure,

but I think there's

something really...Special

that I think

he'll like about you.

- Sarah, that's awesome.

I totally appreciate the shot.

You will not be disappointed.

- Oh. Bye.

[Line ringing]

[Telephone ringing]

- L.A. city coffee.

- Fred.

Hey, it's, uh, me, Sarah.

I was...Just calling

about tonight.

- Too late, cinderella.

It's pumpkin city.

- Come on, what's, uh,

six minutes between...Buddies?

- All right.

You win.

I'll rev up the chariot.

Thank you.

- Okay.

- See ya.

- So we're going to stinky's?

- The slinky's.

- Slinky's.

- Oh...

♪

So you really like

this place?

- Well, I wouldn't want

to live here, but yeah.

It's a kick.

What ya drinking?

- I'll have a chardonnay.

- Two zombies, please.

- No. I said I'll have

a chardonnay.

- Yeah, no,

I-I heard what you said.

That's why I ordered you

a zombie.

[Both chuckling]

- Oh...

- Here ya go.

And as my great granddad

used to say...

May the neighbors respect you,

trouble neglect you,

the angels protect you,

and heaven accept you.

Salud.

[Slurping]

[Music in background]

- Me like-y the zombie.

- Ha. You want

another one?

- Oh, no. No, no.

I'm...i just have

one drink a day.

- Well, it's almost tomorrow.

- Oh, no, no, no.

Maybe I'll just have

a half.

- Oh, was that the sound

of someone's envelope

being pushed?

- Ho ho ho ho ho.

[Both laughing]

- Slinky's famous karaoke night

where you're the star.

- Oh, my.

Well, gang's all here.

- Compared to those guys,

I must look like a movie star.

- Yes, you do!

You're cute, actually.

You are.

You know, if you did

something with your hair.

And wore a shirt.

- [Laughing]

You, Sarah smile, are drunk.

- No. Relaxed, yes.

Drunk, no.

- Does that mean you're ready

to take the stage?

- No.

- No?

- No.

[Off pitch]

- ♪ when the new

♪ world is revealed

both: ♪ oh, when

the new world is revealed ♪

♪ oh, how I want

♪ to be in that number

♪ when the new world

is revealed ♪

- Yeah!

- Whoo!

- ♪ Oh, when the saints

- ♪ saints

both: ♪ go marching in

[laughing]

♪ when the saints

♪ go marching in

♪ oh, I want

to be in that number ♪

♪ when the saints

go marching in ♪

- ♪ bum bum bum bum bum

whoo!

- ♪ go marchin' in

- whoo!

- ♪ oh, when the saints

both: ♪ go marching in

[Both chuckling]

I think someone actually

had a good time tonight.

- I had a totally

decent time.

- Yesssss!

- Oh! Is that a tattoo?

- Is it?

- Let me see.

- How'd that get there?

- Oh. "Rm."

[Gasps]

Rhiannon!

- Heck, no. No.

- Oh.

- Rhonda McNamara.

Tenth grade

I was...Over the moon

and beyond pluto.

- So what happened to, uh,

Rhonda McNamara?

- Two weeks after

I got the ink, she dumped me.

- Oh!

- And I thought gettin'

a tattoo hurt.

- Oh.

- Hey...who wants

a chili cheeseburger?

- No. I don't eat meat, Fred.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I don't...No.

- Chicken bacon burger to go?

- Mm. This is good.

[Snickering]

- I'm gonna tell you

a little secret.

I dream about these

sometimes.

- I don't remember the last

time I had red meat.

- Come on, how much better

is this

than a boring Turkey burger?

- It's not better, it's just...

It's different.

- Well, for my money,

different is good.

- Mm.

Sometimes it is.

[Turns off engine]

- [Laughing]

- Oh...

[Laughing/whimpering]

- Don't worry, you were...

You were a perfect gentleman.

- Oh, good.

That's...That's good to know.

Ha.

Well, um...

Thank you...For...

A memorable evening.

- Buddies?

- Buddies.

[Beeping]

[Line rings]

[Telephone rings]

[Ringing]

Bah!

[Ringing]

[Beep]

Hello?

- Sarah, can you hear me?

- Erik? Yeah...Ooh!

[Static]

Erik? Oh, yeah.

- Hello!

- Hi.

I can't hear you.

Where are you?

It's noisy.

- Yeah, it's a long story,

but I'm driving

through the jungle.

- The jungle?

- The hospital tracked me down

in D.C....Next thing you know,

I was flying out to Ecuador.

There was this big storm,

lot of kids hurt when a school

collapsed out in the interior.

- Oh, how horrible.

- Yeah. If all goes well,

I should be home

in three, four days.

- O-Okay.

Well...good luck.

- Hey, by the way,

where were you last night?

I was really worried.

I left a bunch of messages

on your cell.

- Um...um...

Uh, y-yeah, last night?

I, um...

I was tired from work.

I shut off the phones

and I just...I went to sleep.

- All right.

Well, as long as you're okay.

Just...I'm not used to

missing someone so much.

- I know, me too.

- Sarah...hey, Sarah!

[Static]

- Hey...what?

- Hello!

- I'm sorry.

You're breaking up.

- Hey, Sarah,

can you hear me?

- Erik?

[Static]

[Beep]

Don't say anything.

[Ding]

- Oh. Ha.

Miss fischer.

What can I do for you

today?

- Oh, I just need these,

uh...Pfff...

You know how to do it.

- Yes, I do.

[Knocking, door opens]

- Sarah, can I have a word?

- Yeah.

- That applicant

that you sent over

for my new second assistant,

the one with the crazy hair,

the nose ring...

- Yeah, uh, sir, uh,

I know she doesn't look

as traditional

as some of the other assistants,

but I assure you...

- No, no, no, no.

That's just it.

Y-You usually send me

these perky Ivy league types.

This girl...She was

a breath of fresh air.

She was unique, creative,

thinks out of the box.

- That's terrific, Mr. Paxton.

I-I'm really glad.

- Well, listen, you know,

feel free to...

To mix it up a little bit more

around here, Sarah.

All right?

Boss's orders.

- Mr. Paxton? Um...

I was wondering if...

You could take a look

at some of my sketches,

um...maybe consider me

for illustrating

one of the

children's titles?

- Sarah, you are so good

running human resources.

Why would you want

to work in creative?

- B-Because I am creative.

- [Chuckles]

[Exhales]

All right.

[Whispers] Fine.

- Thank you.

- Hey!

- What happened

to your hair?

- Nothin'.

Hey, try this.

- What is it?

- Hot off the presses.

I call it the Bella costa.

Costa Rican blend, chocolate,

steamed soy milk,

and it just came to me...

Almond syrup.

Rich, smooth,

buoyant.

- I just got used to

the sumatran sling.

Can't you just make me that?

- No, no, no, that...

That...That's not you anymore.

If I met you today,

I'd give you the Bella costa.

Matches your new vibe.

Go.

- I have a new vibe?

- You have a new vibe.

- Very tasty.

I like it.

- Am I good, or what?

- Yes. Speaking of which,

you know, I...

Happened to see this online,

and...

You should enter.

- [Laughs]

"World barista competition"?

Thanks. I know I'm the best.

I don't need anyone to tell me.

- Gee, you should enter

the regional

humility championship.

You know what, why bother?

Who needs 10,000 bucks

in prize money anyway?

Thanks for the coffee.

- Wait...whoa, whoa.

Wait a minute.

Uh...ten gs?

- Winner takes all.

- Huh. You know,

my grammar really stinks.

Maybe you could help me

with the, uh, essay.

[Dance music throbs]

♪

[Whooping, chattering]

- Uh...[laughs]

All right, so why

do they call it a zombie?

- Well, I guess

after you have a few,

you know,

you feel like a zombie.

[Both laughing]

- How did you find

this place anyway?

- Oh, a f-friend

took me here once.

I just thought it'd be

something different.

- Sarah! Doc!

Fancy seeing you here.

- Yeah, e-Eric,

you remember Fred.

- Yeah, yeah, of course.

Hey, Fred.

How you living, pal?

- I... [laughing] I'm good.

- And this is my new friend

from the dance floor, Lola.

- It's a pleasure.

- Uh...so who wants to boogie?

- Ah...

- Yeah?

- Yes!

- Let's do it!

- Yeah.

- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- [Chuckling]

Okay. Ha ha.

- ♪ Closer and closer to you

I feel ♪

♪ the sun leaves us

wanting more ♪

♪ nearer and nearer

our moment comes ♪

♪ in this night

♪ underneath the stars

- I'm sorry, I...

I can't dance to this.

I-I need a different beat.

- No, no, no.

Just have fun with it.

You know, fun.

- Like, uh...Like Fred?

♪

- I'll be right back.

- Uh, well...

- Right back.

- Where are you going?

Where...

♪

♪ lean on the shoulder

of someone gentle ♪

[Music changes]

[Beat picks up]

♪

♪ you're dancin',

you're dancin' ♪

♪ you're dancin',

you're dancin' ♪

♪

- Whoop, whoop!

Women: Yeah!

♪

[Crowd shouting encouragement]

♪

- ♪ I'm dancing to the beat

♪ I'm dancing to the beat

- oh!

♪

[Cheers and applause]

♪ I'm dancing to the beat

[crowd cheering]

♪ D-a-n-c-i-n-g now

♪ d-a-n-c-i-n-g now

♪ tonight, tonight,

tonight, tonight ♪

♪ tonight, tonight, tonight,

tonight ♪

♪ I'm dancing to the beat

- ah!

[Crowd applauds]

♪

[Applause,

shouting encouragement]

♪

[Whooping, cheering]

- Oh...

- It's down here

a little bit.

- It's cold.

- I know, baby.

I'll give you my coat

in a second.

All right.

Okay.

You ready?

- Yeah. I think so.

Whoo.

What is...

This is...

Wha...

[Soft guitar plays]

♪

[Clink]

[Guitar music continues]

♪

- Well,

when you said surprise,

you weren't kidding.

- Well, this isn't

the surprise.

- What? W-the...

What is?

- It was my great-grandmother's.

My mom's been

saving it for me.

To give to my wife.

- Oh, Erik, it...It's...

It's so beautiful, I...

I don't know what to say.

- Well...

Say...yes.

[Gasps]

- Imagine!

- Oh, my goodness.

- His great-grandmother's.

It's a family heirloom.

- What do you think?

Should we book the club

or a hotel?

- Fall or winter,

I'd say the club.

Spring or summer,

the pear tree.

Their garden room,

it's amazing.

- Sarah, have you and Erik

discussed dates yet?

- Um...no.

No, not...Not yet.

- H-Honey, what are you

waiting for?

These things book up

one, two, three.

- Well, actually, I, um...

I...haven't said yes yet.

- W-Why not?

- I just haven't,

you know...

I just have to think

about it.

- What's there to think about?

Erik's the perfect man.

- Yeah, I don't think

I've ever seen

two more compatible people.

- He gets my vote.

- Take all the time you need,

sis.

- Thanks, Chloe.

- Yeah, thanks, Chloe.

- Mom, what are you doing?

- Checking for

an expiration date.

- Okay.

- It's not just about

finding the perfect man.

It's about finding

the perfect man for you.

Just remember the proverb.

"Trust in the lord

with all your heart,

"and lean not on your own

understanding.

In all ways acknowledge him,

and he'll direct your path."

- Oh.

- You're late.

- Oh, and you are wearing

the Hawaiian state flag.

- Well, at least

it's got buttons.

- True.

Mm!

This is new.

Uh, smooth, woodsy,

pungent.

- Very good!

You noticed.

I used kona beans instead.

You know, when in Hawaii...

- Wish I would have known

it was theme day.

I would have worn

my hula skirt.

- [Chuckles]

So Sarah, I been thinking...

- Hey.

Hey.

- Oh, hey.

What...What are you doing here?

- Oh, I thought

I'd take my run early.

Thought I might

catch you here.

You running late?

- Seems to be the consensus,

yes.

- Whoa! Aloha, Fred!

[Chuckling]

- How's it going, doc?

- Super-fantastic.

Sarah tell you

I popped the question?

I asked her to marry me.

- Yeah, I was, um...

Meaning to tell you.

- Wow. Well, uh...

What did she say when you

popped the question?

- She's still thinking

about it,

but I feel optimistic.

- Well, I'm sure she'll

make the right decision.

- Me too.

So listen, Fred, I'm gonna need

an extra jolt today.

What do you recommend?

- Uh...

You know, I have to go

to the stock room,

but Harley'll help you.

Harley.

- Oh. Yeah.

[Telephone rings]

- This is Sarah.

- Hey, baby, it's me.

Listen, I just got called away

on emergency surgery in Chicago.

I'll be back

in a few days, okay?

- Yeah, is there anything I can

do for you while you're away

besides watch Shakespeare?

- Yeah, actually,

there is one thing.

- Wh-what is it?

- You can decide

if you want to marry me.

- I will have an answer for you

as soon as you come home.

- I'll be counting the minutes.

Love you.

[Beep]

[Tap tap]

- Yes, Mr. Paxton.

Is everything okay?

- Sit, sit.

Oh, everything's fine.

Catherine is working out great,

pierced nose and all.

Actually,

I came by to tell you

that I looked at your sketches.

Very nice work.

Actually, it's...

It's too nice.

It's too...Precise

for my tastes.

But, uh, listen, you...

Keep up the good work

here at H.R.

Okay.

- ♪ I need you now

♪ more than ever

I needed you before ♪

♪ how did we lose each other's

footsteps in the sand ♪

- Hi.

- Oh. Hey.

- You know,

about this morning,

i-i-i really wanted

to tell you

a-about Erik proposing.

- That's okay.

You don't...

You don't owe me anything.

- I mean, it's just

been overwhelming and all,

you know?

It's, um...I just didn't

think you'd be...

- Supportive?

Why would you care

what I think?

- Well, you would care

what I-I thought

if you were getting married,

and besides,

I know you don't like Erik

very much.

- I-I hardly know the guy.

I mean,

as long as you dig him,

that's all that matters,

right?

- So when's...

When's the big day?

- I don't know, I...

I'm...I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

It's okay.

I'll get it. I'll get it.

- ♪ Show me

♪ oh, show me

♪ the way-ay

- I gotta go.

- Wh-wh-wh...

- I-I gotta go.

- Where you going?

Hey, Sarah.

- You know what?

I'll see you tomorrow.

8:15, usual time, okay?

- Sarah.

- ♪ I'm listening

♪ I'm listening

♪ hear them calling

♪ angels callin'

- wow.

- ♪ Listen

♪ Hear them calling

♪ listen

[Knocking on door]

- Fred, um...

- What happened back there?

- What...what do you mean?

- You were about to kiss me.

- N-No. I-I...

I don't know, I...

- You don't know?

What, is it so hard to imagine

that you might actually have

feelings for a guy like me?

- Fred, what are you...

What are you talking about?

Just...

- You dropped this.

- It's a list I made.

It was a long...Long time ago.

I-I've added things

since then.

- It's a list.

It's a list.

What kind of person

makes a list?

- Someone who is tired

of dating the wrong men.

Okay? Someone who wants

to find someone special

to spend the rest

of her life with.

And, yes, I'm sorry,

I was being proactive,

and, yes, I made a list.

Shoot me.

I'm tired of just sitting

and watching my life

pass me by.

- You know what I think?

I think you made the list

to keep the right guys away,

to not attract them,

to raise the bar so high

that it's impossible

for anyone to measure up.

- Erik measures up.

- Oh, and I see you're just

jumping at the chance

to marry him.

- I'm sorry, Fred.

People don't just

jump into marriage.

It's actually

a big decision.

- You know what I think,

Sarah?

I think you're just like

your drawings...

All safe and neat and tidy

and totally unwilling

to take even

the slightest risk.

- [Sighs] Chloe,

I appreciate your help.

I really do.

But after Fred's

little meltdown,

I really don't feel like

making another list.

- Well, too bad.

Before you can even think

about marrying Erik,

you gotta get barista boy

out of your system.

- Excuse me! Barista boy

was never in my system.

- Tell that to somebody

you didn't share a bedroom

with for 12 years, 'Kay?

- Okay, fine, maybe Fred

was in my system

a teeny, tiny, miniscule bit,

but not enough for this.

I mean, how can you even

compare him to Erik?

- I can't.

You can.

- Im...pul...sive.

Yeah, see?

You know what?

You were right.

Says it all right here.

I will never find anyone

as good for me as Erik.

[Shakespeare barks]

- Shakespeare!

Hello, buddy!

Oh, yes, oh, yes!

[Sarah laughing]

- She said yes?

- She said yes!

She said yes.

She said yes!

Both: ♪ she said yes,

she said yes ♪

♪ she said yes

- ♪ mm mm

♪ oh oh

♪ oh, you said you don't

put up, your heart just ♪

♪ won't leave

♪ yeah, did you know,

remember ♪

♪ oh, yeah

♪ finding out

the coulda been ♪

♪ isn't just for free

♪ well, suddenly

it's in front of me ♪

♪ it's all I need to see

♪ I can't believe

♪ my eyes

♪ oh oh lord

♪ I can't believe,

I can't believe ♪

♪ my eyes

♪ woman

♪ oh oh

♪ mm mm

♪ ooh

♪ you know I've never been

like this, girl, before ♪

♪ at least not that

I remember ♪

♪ no no

♪ finding out

what could have been ♪

- Thank you.

Nonfat half-caf

latte to go, please.

- What about my Bella costa?

- That was the new you.

This is the old you.

Or should I say

the old, old you.

- What am I,

in coffee jail?

- I just call it

like I see it.

- Look, Fred, I...

I'm sorry if my list

offended you.

- So you and the e-man

doing the "for better

or for worse" thing?

- Yes, we are.

- Well, isn't that just

super-fantastic?

Have you told him about

your little list?

Oh! You haven't told

the dude, have you?

- It's none of your business.

- Well, it is his business,

especially if you're gonna

be Dr. and Mrs. Perfect.

- You're just as bitter

as your coffee, Fred.

Have a nice life.

- Just check...

Check this out.

Just for the heck of it,

I called the calamigos.

Seems they just had

a wedding party cancel.

Bride got cold feet

or something.

So now the banquet room,

you know the one

with the wraparound windows

that look over the beach?

Well, it's now available

for Saturday night,

February 1st.

- Ha!

Feb-feb-February!

This...next...

This February?

- Yeah. Exactly.

- Two months?

- Well, what are we

waiting for?

Sooner the better, right?

- Yes, but...

What about, um...

The engagement party

and the pear tree?

- Well, you said the pear tree

wasn't available

for the wedding

till next summer, right?

And there's certainly no need

to have an engagement party

if the big party's

only two months away.

- Yeah, I suppose.

I-I just...But...

- But what?

Come on, Sarah, it's perfect.

Look, we can get married,

we'll spend two amazing

weeks in Tahiti

and be back in time

for your folks' anniversary.

As Dr. and Mrs. Erik

cavallieri.

- Mm...ha...

- I just...

I can't wait for us

to start our life together.

- So should...

I call and book the calamigos,

or should you?

- It's already done.

[Laughs]

Sweetie, it's gonna be great.

I just...I hope I didn't

mess up your list.

- Oh, yeah, you did.

[Weak laugh]

- Erik...

There's something

I should probably show you...

Before anything, though.

- Well, y...

- Ah.

- I mean, y-you have to...

You have to...

- No, it's, uh...

No, uh...Ah.

"Must love animals."

That's good, right,

buddy?

"No slogan t-shirts.

Must have nice feet."

Boy, you are, uh, thorough.

- Look, you're

the only one that ever

even came close to being

a perfect score, you know?

But that's not the reason

why I'm marrying you, of course.

- Whatever. No, it's...

I'm deeply flattered.

And it's darn lucky

I threw away

that "surgeons do it

with heart" t-shirt.

- So you're not offended?

You...you...

- Don't be silly.

- You sure?

- It's adorable.

It's totally you.

It's totally why I love you.

- Really?

- There are so many

details to think about

when it comes to your wedding.

I can only suggest.

The major choices

are between you two.

- Well, actually,

Erik and I are...Are...

Are really clear about,

you know, what we want,

so um...

Thanks.

- [Singsong]

Leave it to Sarah.

Can't go anywhere

without her list.

- That's my daughter.

The most organized gal

on two feet.

- Well, organized is one thing,

as long as the bride

and groom are on the same page.

Otherwise, it's just chaos.

- Well, you don't have

to worry about us.

Sarah and I agree on just

about everything,

don't we, sweetie?

- Uh-huh.

- Okay, shall we start

on the menu?

- All right.

First of all, no red meat,

and nothing endangered...

We're very adamant about that.

- Okay. Then might I sugg...

- So we're thinking a choice

of either wild salmon

or free-range chicken breast,

right, honey?

- You know, I-I don't know.

I was thinking that, um,

you know, a lot of people

do like red meat, so...

Maybe we can offer

filet mignon too.

- Baby, that's...

That's very different

than what we talked about.

- I know, but...

Different is okay, right?

Make everyone happy.

- Okay, yeah.

Filet mignon too.

But only grass-fed organic.

Try hearst ranch

up in San simeon.

- Well, we usually order

from organic pastures

in riverside.

- Do they guarantee

no subtherapeutic antibiotics

in the meat?

- Pfft!

Good point!

We'll order from hearst.

- Why don't we go on

to centerpieces?

Um, you know what,

I-I sketched out

just a few concepts.

- You didn't mention that.

- Yeah, just some

simple drawings I did.

- Oh, yeah!

No, sweetie, you're right.

These, uh...

They're...They're simple.

I mean, I thought

we were gonna go for

something more elaborate

than this.

- You're right, of course.

Of course, yeah.

- Erik, maybe these

are more to your liking.

Personally,

I love this third one.

- Oh...my.

- Huh?

- [Chuckling]

- Are those...Those

bird cages?

- Yeah! It's so much better

than a plain old vase.

Plus, it can hold

three times the flowers.

- Bird cages.

How unique.

- Yeah. Actually, I thought...

- Do these come silver-plated?

- Silver, gold.

Whatever you like.

And we can have them bursting

with a melange

of Autumn flowers.

- So like some calla lilies,

dahlias, and delphiniums?

- Agapanthus,

blue irises.

[Gasps]

I know...Grape hyacinths!

- Yes! Oh, and one giant

cymbidium orchid

smack in the middle,

just towering over all of them.

- Erik, that is genius!

- That's my future

son-in-law.

[Echoing]

- Erik, darling,

is there anything

you don't know?

- Sarah, you have

quite a catch here.

You two

are gonna be so happy.

[Voice distorting, echoing]

I just said

I think you two

are gonna be so happy.

- Sarah...you all right?

- I'm okay.

- Honey, what is it?

- Oh...

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Oh! Oh!

- [Breathing heavily]

I just...

I can't breathe.

- I'm taking her

to the hospital.

[Echoing]

- Oh...

- How's my girl, Pete?

- Well, her vital signs

are fine,

and all her tests

came back negative.

I'd say what you experienced

was...

Simply a reaction to stress.

- Stress?

I-I couldn't breathe.

- No, sweetie,

hyperventilation's

often a result of stress.

- Sarah, are you particularly

anxious about anything

right now?

- No, we were just sitting

with our wedding planner,

talking about food and flowers.

All of a sudden,

she couldn't breathe.

- Joanie had such

commitment anxiety,

she'd throw up if she even

looked at a wedding dress.

- I don't have

commitment anxiety.

Tell him I-I don't

have commitment anxiety.

- Well, let's just be glad

if that's all it was.

Right, Erik?

- Absolutely.

Thanks for the second

opinion, pal.

- Can't be too sure

about these things, right?

- It's a big decision, Fred.

It's not just, you know,

go get married.

It's actually

a big decision.

- You know what I think,

Sarah?

I think

you're just like your drawings...

All safe and neat and tidy

and totally unwilling

to take even the slightest risk.

- "Fred Jones, number ten."

[Gasps]

Oh...

[Keys clacking]

Print.

- [Playing harmonica]

- Thanks for telling me

you're in

the barista contest!

- Ho ho ho.

Pardon "ez moi."

I was too busy

"having a nice life,"

which in my book means

you wanted me to get lost.

- Well, in my book,

it doesn't mean that.

I guess we go

by different books.

- I guess so.

- So I just wanted

to wish you good luck.

So...good luck.

Okay, I had a panic attack.

So maybe you were right.

I, um...Was...

I-I was...

Maybe a little bit

commitment-phobic.

So I just wanted

to tell you that.

So...how's practice going?

- For what?

- The contest.

- I'm not...I'm not doing

the contest.

- Why not?

Fred, it's...

Fred, this is silly.

You're so good at this.

You make people happy.

And that makes you happy,

so...

And it's $10,000, so...

You should do it.

- I'll think about it.

[Paper rustling]

[Numbers beeping]

[Line ringing]

- Oh, Mr. Paxton.

Um...

Sorry. Hi.

Um, I have some new sketches

I wanted to show you.

- Sarah, really,

I don't think that...

- Please?

- You did these?

I'll get back to you.

- Great.

- Go, Fred, go, Fred,

go, Fred, go, Fred...

- Would you stop that?

You're ruining

my concentration.

- Sorry, bro.

- Yes, here we go.

12 perfect espressos.

[Both laughing]

- How we doing?

How we doing?

- 9:17.

- How we doing?

- 6:01!

[Machine whirring]

- Time.

- 6:17.

- Feels nice.

Let's get it right on it.

- Shakespeare,

let me see.

- That's perfect.

That's perfect.

Try that.

- ♪ These are the times

♪ that you'll never forget

- each letter is better

than the letter

that came before

the other letter.

♪ I'm feelin' good,