Becker (1998–2004): Season 6, Episode 13 - DNR - full transcript
Chris fears that John is going to break up with her after he invites her to dinner at a nice restaurant with no explanation. Jake decides how to spend his inheritance from his grandmother. Linda finds a boyfriend.
II
Hey, Jake.
Hey, Chris.
I figured out what to do
with the $25,333
my mama he“ me.
I met this guy,
and he's building
these amazing condos.
0h. He showed me
the floor plans...
Yeah, what? What?
They smelled good?
I mean, what-what's your hurry?
Leave it in the bank.
Well, that's so boring, though.
I-I want to do something
exciting with the money.
You know, like... like go
to Atlantic City and gamble.
You ever think you might want
to invest in a small diner?
I said gamble,
not throw it away.
Oh---...
I need someone to do me a favor.
It's important.
Can you help me, Chris?
"Can you help me, Chris?"
What, my help's no good?
I need someone
to proofread my resume.
All right, then.
I've been up for a couple jobs
I didn't get,
so I thought maybe my résumé
wasn't as sharp as it should be.
Hard to believe.
You'd think people
would be interested
in someone with a Harvard MBA.
Uh, Hector, quick question:
Where's Harvard?
Boston.
What part of Boston?
The... ivy-covered college part.
Hector, you can't lie
to get a job.
I'd rather sleep my way
to the top,
but those offers
aren't exactly pouring in.
Hey. Just coffee, please.
I'm late to work.
Sure. Hey, John,
uh, my father sent a video
of our old home movies.
I was wondering
if maybe you might...
(laughs)
I can just imagine John Becker
suffering through video tapes
of little Chris Connor
in a tutu,
dancing with the family dog.
Anyway, I don't even know
why I brought it up.
-I know you hate that stuff.
-No, no.
It's okay. You know, if you want
to watch those movies, uh,
I guess I could stand it.
Really?
Yeah, what the hell.
Uh, by the way, you want to go
out to dinner Friday night?
You're asking me to dinner
without me asking you to ask me?
Yeah. Yeah, I thought
we'd go into the city
and try this new Italian place.
Why?
I thought it'd be nice.
Why?
I'm asking if you want
to go out to dinner.
-Are you okay?
-You want to go out or not?
Okay, okay, okay. Fine.
-Fine.
-Fine.
Well, could it be
any more clear?
Well, it sure could be to me.
He's breaking up with me.
Where do you get that?
All he did
was ask you out to dinner.
Oh, come on, some on.
He's setting me up.
Think about it.
We've been going out a while,
and it's been fine.
Then we started
sleeping together,
and that's been okay, too.
Not great, but-but okay.
You know, good enough.
But now he's getting bored
and he wants to move on.
Well, that is
the way we do it,
but, uh, I just didn't know
that women knew that.
(scoffs)
Room one.
So, this is where I work.
It doesn't look like much,
and...
well, it isn't.
(clears throat)
Girl, don't make me
turn a hose on you.
This is Margaret.
She's my boss.
(speaking Italian)
Mm-hmm.
And he is...?
I don't know his name.
I found him on the subway.
And now I suppose
you want to keep him?
Oh, I'm keeping him.
It was so romantic.
I'm sitting on the train,
and then I see him staring
at me, so I stare back.
Then he just walks over
and kisses me.
What did you do?
Have you looked at him?
Well, I get that part.
But you don't know this guy.
You can't communicate.
You don't even know his name.
That's 'cause I haven't decided
what to call him yet.
I'm thinking either Francis,
after my grandfather, or Erik.
You know, like a Viking.
It sounded to me
like he was speaking Italian.
No, he wasn't.
And even if he was,
I don't want to know.
As long as I can't
understand him,
he says
whatever I want him to say,
and he can be
whatever I want him to be.
Come on, I'll show you
the rest of the office.
Don't communicate, huh?
Okay, this the kitchen.
She's got her tongue
down that guy's throat.
Are we out of those
little wooden sticks?
He's not a patient.
He's her new boyfriend.
He doesn't speak English,
so he doesn't understand
a word she says.
I speak English. I don't
understand a word she says.
I'm sorry, John.
It-it's totally inappropriate.
Linda, would you please stop...
No, no. Hey, hey, hey.
Leave her alone. It's okay.
"It's okay"?
Are you okay?
Yes, I'm fine.
-Fine.
-Fine.
Oh, oh, oh.
Uh, Mr. Gordon's daughter
just called.
He was admitted
to Bronx Metropolitan.
It's his heart again.
Oh, that poor guy.
All right, uh, boy,
I don't know how much more
he's going to be able
to take of this.
I'll drop by
and see him tonight.
Do you mind if I come with you?
I like Mr. Gordon.
He flirts with me.
The man's 80 years old.
Look, I've been married
a long time.
You take it
where you can get it.
Hey, Grace.
How's he doing?
Not so well, Doctor.
His heart's very weak,
and now his kidneys
are starting to fail.
Yeah, well, developing
the stones sure didn't help.
Boy, I hate this part.
Well, just suck it up
and smile.
We have to be strong
for Mr. Gordon.
Hi, Margaret.
(crying):
0h, Mr. Gordon.
Oh, yeah. Well done, Margaret.
So, how you feeling there,
Mr. Gordon?
With the drugs I'm on,
pretty damn good.
Can I get you anything?
Candy? A magazine?
How about a new heart?
(crying):
Oh, God.
Hey, you know what, Margaret?
Maybe you should get Mr. Gordon
some magazines.
(crying)
It's okay, Margaret.
I'll keep the doctor busy
till you get back.
(crying)
She thinks I'm dying.
Hey, we're all dying.
She thinks I'm dying first.
Well, you've been here before
and beaten it.
This feels different.
Yeah?
You okay with that?
I've had a good life.
I was married to a wonderful
woman for 47 years.
Had two great kids...
and Howard.
Made a lot of friends,
had a good job,
even made some money.
Spent most of it.
That gonna be a shock to Howard?
Oh, yeah. (chuckling)
-Let me ask you something.
-Yeah.
You really mean that...
you're okay?
No-no regrets?
Promise not to tell anyone?
I voted for Nixon.
Wow.
I just know John's dumping me.
It's just torture to have
to sit and wait for it.
Hey, are you even
listening to me?
(speaking Italian)
CHRIS:
Huh?
He says you're a lovely,
sexy woman,
and anyone as beautiful as you
won't be alone for very long.
You speak Italian?
No, and I don't want to.
As long as I don't know
what he's saying,
he says all the right things.
So, Jake, where was I?
John's breaking up with you.
-You know it. You just know it.
-CHRIS: 0h, not...
Come on, don't say it like
I'm crazy, 'cause I'm not.
Look, he's even
started avoiding me.
Last night, he said he was
visiting a sick patient.
Chris, he is a doctor.
0h, sure, sure, take his side.
Hey. Who's Linda kissing?
She doesn't know.
I need a woman like that.
Wow, you're all dressed up.
Who died?
Had an interview with Citibank,
and they offered me a job.
-Hey, fantastic!
-Hey, congratulations!
-When do you start?
-I don't.
I turned them down.
They only offered me
50 grand a year.
-What?!
-Come on, you saw my résumé.
50 K's an insult
to a man of my qualifications.
Hector, you-you have
no qualifications.
You made all that up.
Yeah, but they didn't know that.
They totally low-balled me.
Don't those two ever
come up for air?
It's called affection.
-What?
-Nothing.
Just coffee, please.
No breakfast?
Mm, no, I'm late for work.
Got to go.
So we're seeing each other
Friday, right?
-Dinner?
-Yeah, yeah.
I'm looking forward to it.
Me, too.
Yeah, did you hear that?
He's looking forward to it.
The man is sick!
You know, Chris, instead of
killing yourself over this,
you could just ask John
what's going on.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
I'm not going to make this easy
for him.
If he wants to break up with me,
he's gonna have to work for it.
He's going to take me out
to a nice dinner,
get through all the
awkward conversation,
and then he's going to have to
wait for the perfect moment
to drop the bomb.
But I'm not gonna let him.
I'm gonna make him sweat,
I'm gonna make him suffer,
and-and I'm going to eat
everything in sight
so it costs him a fortune.
That's quite a plan.
Sounds like you've been through
this breaking up thing before.
Lots of times.
I am telling you,
I slept at the White House.
Sure, you did.
The-the former president's
a good friend of mine.
Yeah, so you've been saying.
So is his wife.
We talk all the time.
Whatever.
Don't patronize me,
you arrogant jackass.
If I say I know the Roosevelts,
then I know the Roosevelts!
Pity the poor bastard
who's married to her.
All right, I'll be in room one
with Mr. Nielsen.
You know, I-I don't see
what the problem is.
These numbers aren't that bad.
0h, hi, Jake.
Hey, Margaret, is, uh...
is John around?
He just went back
with a patient.
All right, well, I'll tell you.
I figured out how to spend
my nana's money.
You ready for this?
I'm buying a boat.
A boat?
Well, okay, actually,
half a boat.
You see, my friend has
a Catamaran out in Westchester.
Last summer,
he took me out on it,
and after being cooped up
in that news stand,
it felt great to be out
in that open sea air.
Anyway, he's looking
for a partner, right.
I'm buying in.
-A boat?!
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We're going to go sailing on the
weekends up and down the coast.
I just wish my nana were here.
I'd love to hear
what she'd have to say
if she knew I was doing this.
I think I know
what she would say.
What the hell
is wrong with you?
What the hell'd you do that for?
Do you think you got that money
so you can play pirate
on the weekends?
And sit down.
Let me ask you something.
Is running a news stand all
you want to do with your life?
I don't know.
I mean, I... Sure, I figured one
day, I'd-I'd do something else.
Funny thing about "one day."
It tends to pass you by
if you're not careful.
When Lewis and I
first got married,
I was working as a waitress.
Now, I wanted to go
to nursing school,
but I was afraid to quit my job
because we needed the money.
He told me,
"If you don't do it now,
you never will."
I will always love him for that.
Jake, you got $25,000.
That's a lot more than we had.
Don't waste it
on some damn boat.
Did I turn down a job
that paid 50 grand a year?
You thought
you were overqualified.
What the hell was I thinking?
I don't know anything!
I am such an idiot!
Hey, you should put that
on your résumé.
Don't those two ever move?
Why do you have to walk
so damn fast?
Didn't you hear me
calling your name?
That was you?
Someone yells at me
on the street, I walk faster.
What do you want?
Oh, to remind you
that you promised Dr. Isaacs
that you would be on call
for him tonight.
0h, right, right, right,
well y-y-you didn't have
to run after me.
You could've called me
on my cell phone or paged me.
You know, why do I have
that crap if you...
Sorry.
Hey, uh, Chris?
Yeah, Jake?
Uh, can you do me a favor--
can you call John,
Linda, Margaret and Hector, and
tell 'em all to meet me here?
-What's up, Jake?
-We're all here.
Good work.
(speaking Italian)
Oh, okay, he's here, too. Uh...
Well, listen, uh... well,
you all know I've been trying
to figure out how to invest
my nana's money,
and, well, I came to a decision,
but... friend of mine
made me realize
it was a stupid decision,
so I came up with a better one.
I'm going to college.
-Wow. Good for you.
-0h, how about that?
So, uh... so when do you start?
Soon as I get to Chicago.
-Chicago?
-Yeah, yeah.
I leave tomorrow. I'm going to
study business at Northwestern.
A cousin of mine,
she's a teacher there,
and she even told me
I could stay with her.
-You're leaving?
-That's ridiculous.
You can't just walk in here
and say
you're leaving and then...
leave.
Jake, I'm gonna miss you.
I'm going to miss you, too,
but you know what?
I'll be coming back to visit.
No, you won't. People just
say that kind of thing
'cause they think
it'll make the people
they're leaving behind
feel better.
Well, it doesn't.
At least he didn't
break it to us over dinner.
-What?
-Nothing.
Jake, Jake, who am I
going to talk to all day
when you leave, and-and-and
what about the news stand?
I'll just have to find somebody
else to run it, you know?
Someone who's qualified.
Maybe somebody
with a Harvard MBA.
Those guys get all the jobs.
Oh, you mean me!
Really?
Yeah, I think we can
work something out.
-He went to Harvard?
-No, no, no, it's a long story.
Cool. I'm a businessman...
with all the candy I can eat.
It's a childhood dream
come true.
Thanks, Jake.
All right, you guys, um,
I got a lot of stuff
to take care of before I go.
Uh, Jake...
I'm really proud of you.
-(chuckles)
-Good luck.
Thank you.
Yeah, I'm going to miss
seeing you every day.
Yeah, Jake, me, too.
Hey, well, hey, listen,
you-you guys can see me
any time you want
in the exact same place
I've always seen you.
You know, works pretty well.
(speaking Italian)
He's a good kisser.
(phone rings)
Yeah?
Okay.
Uh, Mr. Gordon.
I'd better get going.
Well, I'm not gonna
kiss you, you know.
I was kind of hoping
you wouldn't.
Yeah, well...
good luck, buddy.
-I'm going to miss you.
-You, too.
Oh, What the hell?
(footsteps approaching)
-0h, hi.
-Don't give me that.
I can't wait for Friday.
If you're going to kill me,
kill me.
I don't need a last meal.
I know you're
breaking up with me.
I thought it was working out,
but if you don't, then just
get it over with already
and don't put me
through this hell.
Like, don't trot out
some stupid cliché like,
"It's not me, it's you,"
'cause at least we agree
on that. It is you.
Can I talk now?
Well, I don't know
what else there is to say.
I don't want
to break up with you.
You don't?
Well, then-then Why'd you
ask me out to a nice dinner
in the city
on-on a Friday night?
I mean, what was I
supposed to think?
Oh, my God.
You were going to propose.
No, I wasn't.
0h.
Well, then-then-then just-just
tell me what's going on.
Nothing's going on.
Nothing's going on.
At least I don't think there is.
It's just... I don't know.
You know, it just...
I feel different.
Well, what do you mean,
"different"?
Are-are you okay?
Yes, I'm okay! It's...
Or at least I think
I am, you know?
I-I-I don't know, I...
you know, I just...
Lately, I've been thinking
about a lot of things:
you know, my work,
my friends... you.
None of it's perfect, but...
n-none of it's exactly
horrible, either.
I know I'm flattered.
John, I'm...
what are you trying to say?
It's-it's like all
the irritating things
that people do, you know,
the cutting me off in traffic,
disagreeing with me...
It just doesn't seem
to bother me as much.
And then-then tonight,
a patient I've been visiting,
Mr. Gordon, he passed away.
-0h, I'm sorry.
-Well, thanks.
I mean, that happens,
but the-the...
you know, the point
is that he-he was...
You know, he was okay
with dying.
I mean, he was able
to look back at his life
and-and feel good,
you know... content.
And lately, I-I think I...
I think I've been feeling...
kind of that way.
You know, I-I guess
what I'm trying to say
is H think... I might be...
I don't know, you know...
happy-
Wow!
No wonder you've been so upset.
Oh---...
I bet this is really hard
for you, isn't it?
Well, it is new.
You-you do understand
that most people work
their whole lives to feel happy?
You know, it's considered
a good thing.
-I know, I know, and...
-Yeah?
I'm dealing with it.
Oh, well, I'll help you
any way I can.
0h, thanks.
I don't know, I guess we just
take it one day at a time.
Yeah, right, yeah.
(sniffs)
(loud clang)
Hey, you moron! What the...?
How would you like it if I took
a whiz on your front porch?!
Go pee in the park
like everybody else!
Feel better?
Yeah, a little.
II
Hey, Jake.
Hey, Chris.
I figured out what to do
with the $25,333
my mama he“ me.
I met this guy,
and he's building
these amazing condos.
0h. He showed me
the floor plans...
Yeah, what? What?
They smelled good?
I mean, what-what's your hurry?
Leave it in the bank.
Well, that's so boring, though.
I-I want to do something
exciting with the money.
You know, like... like go
to Atlantic City and gamble.
You ever think you might want
to invest in a small diner?
I said gamble,
not throw it away.
Oh---...
I need someone to do me a favor.
It's important.
Can you help me, Chris?
"Can you help me, Chris?"
What, my help's no good?
I need someone
to proofread my resume.
All right, then.
I've been up for a couple jobs
I didn't get,
so I thought maybe my résumé
wasn't as sharp as it should be.
Hard to believe.
You'd think people
would be interested
in someone with a Harvard MBA.
Uh, Hector, quick question:
Where's Harvard?
Boston.
What part of Boston?
The... ivy-covered college part.
Hector, you can't lie
to get a job.
I'd rather sleep my way
to the top,
but those offers
aren't exactly pouring in.
Hey. Just coffee, please.
I'm late to work.
Sure. Hey, John,
uh, my father sent a video
of our old home movies.
I was wondering
if maybe you might...
(laughs)
I can just imagine John Becker
suffering through video tapes
of little Chris Connor
in a tutu,
dancing with the family dog.
Anyway, I don't even know
why I brought it up.
-I know you hate that stuff.
-No, no.
It's okay. You know, if you want
to watch those movies, uh,
I guess I could stand it.
Really?
Yeah, what the hell.
Uh, by the way, you want to go
out to dinner Friday night?
You're asking me to dinner
without me asking you to ask me?
Yeah. Yeah, I thought
we'd go into the city
and try this new Italian place.
Why?
I thought it'd be nice.
Why?
I'm asking if you want
to go out to dinner.
-Are you okay?
-You want to go out or not?
Okay, okay, okay. Fine.
-Fine.
-Fine.
Well, could it be
any more clear?
Well, it sure could be to me.
He's breaking up with me.
Where do you get that?
All he did
was ask you out to dinner.
Oh, come on, some on.
He's setting me up.
Think about it.
We've been going out a while,
and it's been fine.
Then we started
sleeping together,
and that's been okay, too.
Not great, but-but okay.
You know, good enough.
But now he's getting bored
and he wants to move on.
Well, that is
the way we do it,
but, uh, I just didn't know
that women knew that.
(scoffs)
Room one.
So, this is where I work.
It doesn't look like much,
and...
well, it isn't.
(clears throat)
Girl, don't make me
turn a hose on you.
This is Margaret.
She's my boss.
(speaking Italian)
Mm-hmm.
And he is...?
I don't know his name.
I found him on the subway.
And now I suppose
you want to keep him?
Oh, I'm keeping him.
It was so romantic.
I'm sitting on the train,
and then I see him staring
at me, so I stare back.
Then he just walks over
and kisses me.
What did you do?
Have you looked at him?
Well, I get that part.
But you don't know this guy.
You can't communicate.
You don't even know his name.
That's 'cause I haven't decided
what to call him yet.
I'm thinking either Francis,
after my grandfather, or Erik.
You know, like a Viking.
It sounded to me
like he was speaking Italian.
No, he wasn't.
And even if he was,
I don't want to know.
As long as I can't
understand him,
he says
whatever I want him to say,
and he can be
whatever I want him to be.
Come on, I'll show you
the rest of the office.
Don't communicate, huh?
Okay, this the kitchen.
She's got her tongue
down that guy's throat.
Are we out of those
little wooden sticks?
He's not a patient.
He's her new boyfriend.
He doesn't speak English,
so he doesn't understand
a word she says.
I speak English. I don't
understand a word she says.
I'm sorry, John.
It-it's totally inappropriate.
Linda, would you please stop...
No, no. Hey, hey, hey.
Leave her alone. It's okay.
"It's okay"?
Are you okay?
Yes, I'm fine.
-Fine.
-Fine.
Oh, oh, oh.
Uh, Mr. Gordon's daughter
just called.
He was admitted
to Bronx Metropolitan.
It's his heart again.
Oh, that poor guy.
All right, uh, boy,
I don't know how much more
he's going to be able
to take of this.
I'll drop by
and see him tonight.
Do you mind if I come with you?
I like Mr. Gordon.
He flirts with me.
The man's 80 years old.
Look, I've been married
a long time.
You take it
where you can get it.
Hey, Grace.
How's he doing?
Not so well, Doctor.
His heart's very weak,
and now his kidneys
are starting to fail.
Yeah, well, developing
the stones sure didn't help.
Boy, I hate this part.
Well, just suck it up
and smile.
We have to be strong
for Mr. Gordon.
Hi, Margaret.
(crying):
0h, Mr. Gordon.
Oh, yeah. Well done, Margaret.
So, how you feeling there,
Mr. Gordon?
With the drugs I'm on,
pretty damn good.
Can I get you anything?
Candy? A magazine?
How about a new heart?
(crying):
Oh, God.
Hey, you know what, Margaret?
Maybe you should get Mr. Gordon
some magazines.
(crying)
It's okay, Margaret.
I'll keep the doctor busy
till you get back.
(crying)
She thinks I'm dying.
Hey, we're all dying.
She thinks I'm dying first.
Well, you've been here before
and beaten it.
This feels different.
Yeah?
You okay with that?
I've had a good life.
I was married to a wonderful
woman for 47 years.
Had two great kids...
and Howard.
Made a lot of friends,
had a good job,
even made some money.
Spent most of it.
That gonna be a shock to Howard?
Oh, yeah. (chuckling)
-Let me ask you something.
-Yeah.
You really mean that...
you're okay?
No-no regrets?
Promise not to tell anyone?
I voted for Nixon.
Wow.
I just know John's dumping me.
It's just torture to have
to sit and wait for it.
Hey, are you even
listening to me?
(speaking Italian)
CHRIS:
Huh?
He says you're a lovely,
sexy woman,
and anyone as beautiful as you
won't be alone for very long.
You speak Italian?
No, and I don't want to.
As long as I don't know
what he's saying,
he says all the right things.
So, Jake, where was I?
John's breaking up with you.
-You know it. You just know it.
-CHRIS: 0h, not...
Come on, don't say it like
I'm crazy, 'cause I'm not.
Look, he's even
started avoiding me.
Last night, he said he was
visiting a sick patient.
Chris, he is a doctor.
0h, sure, sure, take his side.
Hey. Who's Linda kissing?
She doesn't know.
I need a woman like that.
Wow, you're all dressed up.
Who died?
Had an interview with Citibank,
and they offered me a job.
-Hey, fantastic!
-Hey, congratulations!
-When do you start?
-I don't.
I turned them down.
They only offered me
50 grand a year.
-What?!
-Come on, you saw my résumé.
50 K's an insult
to a man of my qualifications.
Hector, you-you have
no qualifications.
You made all that up.
Yeah, but they didn't know that.
They totally low-balled me.
Don't those two ever
come up for air?
It's called affection.
-What?
-Nothing.
Just coffee, please.
No breakfast?
Mm, no, I'm late for work.
Got to go.
So we're seeing each other
Friday, right?
-Dinner?
-Yeah, yeah.
I'm looking forward to it.
Me, too.
Yeah, did you hear that?
He's looking forward to it.
The man is sick!
You know, Chris, instead of
killing yourself over this,
you could just ask John
what's going on.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
I'm not going to make this easy
for him.
If he wants to break up with me,
he's gonna have to work for it.
He's going to take me out
to a nice dinner,
get through all the
awkward conversation,
and then he's going to have to
wait for the perfect moment
to drop the bomb.
But I'm not gonna let him.
I'm gonna make him sweat,
I'm gonna make him suffer,
and-and I'm going to eat
everything in sight
so it costs him a fortune.
That's quite a plan.
Sounds like you've been through
this breaking up thing before.
Lots of times.
I am telling you,
I slept at the White House.
Sure, you did.
The-the former president's
a good friend of mine.
Yeah, so you've been saying.
So is his wife.
We talk all the time.
Whatever.
Don't patronize me,
you arrogant jackass.
If I say I know the Roosevelts,
then I know the Roosevelts!
Pity the poor bastard
who's married to her.
All right, I'll be in room one
with Mr. Nielsen.
You know, I-I don't see
what the problem is.
These numbers aren't that bad.
0h, hi, Jake.
Hey, Margaret, is, uh...
is John around?
He just went back
with a patient.
All right, well, I'll tell you.
I figured out how to spend
my nana's money.
You ready for this?
I'm buying a boat.
A boat?
Well, okay, actually,
half a boat.
You see, my friend has
a Catamaran out in Westchester.
Last summer,
he took me out on it,
and after being cooped up
in that news stand,
it felt great to be out
in that open sea air.
Anyway, he's looking
for a partner, right.
I'm buying in.
-A boat?!
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We're going to go sailing on the
weekends up and down the coast.
I just wish my nana were here.
I'd love to hear
what she'd have to say
if she knew I was doing this.
I think I know
what she would say.
What the hell
is wrong with you?
What the hell'd you do that for?
Do you think you got that money
so you can play pirate
on the weekends?
And sit down.
Let me ask you something.
Is running a news stand all
you want to do with your life?
I don't know.
I mean, I... Sure, I figured one
day, I'd-I'd do something else.
Funny thing about "one day."
It tends to pass you by
if you're not careful.
When Lewis and I
first got married,
I was working as a waitress.
Now, I wanted to go
to nursing school,
but I was afraid to quit my job
because we needed the money.
He told me,
"If you don't do it now,
you never will."
I will always love him for that.
Jake, you got $25,000.
That's a lot more than we had.
Don't waste it
on some damn boat.
Did I turn down a job
that paid 50 grand a year?
You thought
you were overqualified.
What the hell was I thinking?
I don't know anything!
I am such an idiot!
Hey, you should put that
on your résumé.
Don't those two ever move?
Why do you have to walk
so damn fast?
Didn't you hear me
calling your name?
That was you?
Someone yells at me
on the street, I walk faster.
What do you want?
Oh, to remind you
that you promised Dr. Isaacs
that you would be on call
for him tonight.
0h, right, right, right,
well y-y-you didn't have
to run after me.
You could've called me
on my cell phone or paged me.
You know, why do I have
that crap if you...
Sorry.
Hey, uh, Chris?
Yeah, Jake?
Uh, can you do me a favor--
can you call John,
Linda, Margaret and Hector, and
tell 'em all to meet me here?
-What's up, Jake?
-We're all here.
Good work.
(speaking Italian)
Oh, okay, he's here, too. Uh...
Well, listen, uh... well,
you all know I've been trying
to figure out how to invest
my nana's money,
and, well, I came to a decision,
but... friend of mine
made me realize
it was a stupid decision,
so I came up with a better one.
I'm going to college.
-Wow. Good for you.
-0h, how about that?
So, uh... so when do you start?
Soon as I get to Chicago.
-Chicago?
-Yeah, yeah.
I leave tomorrow. I'm going to
study business at Northwestern.
A cousin of mine,
she's a teacher there,
and she even told me
I could stay with her.
-You're leaving?
-That's ridiculous.
You can't just walk in here
and say
you're leaving and then...
leave.
Jake, I'm gonna miss you.
I'm going to miss you, too,
but you know what?
I'll be coming back to visit.
No, you won't. People just
say that kind of thing
'cause they think
it'll make the people
they're leaving behind
feel better.
Well, it doesn't.
At least he didn't
break it to us over dinner.
-What?
-Nothing.
Jake, Jake, who am I
going to talk to all day
when you leave, and-and-and
what about the news stand?
I'll just have to find somebody
else to run it, you know?
Someone who's qualified.
Maybe somebody
with a Harvard MBA.
Those guys get all the jobs.
Oh, you mean me!
Really?
Yeah, I think we can
work something out.
-He went to Harvard?
-No, no, no, it's a long story.
Cool. I'm a businessman...
with all the candy I can eat.
It's a childhood dream
come true.
Thanks, Jake.
All right, you guys, um,
I got a lot of stuff
to take care of before I go.
Uh, Jake...
I'm really proud of you.
-(chuckles)
-Good luck.
Thank you.
Yeah, I'm going to miss
seeing you every day.
Yeah, Jake, me, too.
Hey, well, hey, listen,
you-you guys can see me
any time you want
in the exact same place
I've always seen you.
You know, works pretty well.
(speaking Italian)
He's a good kisser.
(phone rings)
Yeah?
Okay.
Uh, Mr. Gordon.
I'd better get going.
Well, I'm not gonna
kiss you, you know.
I was kind of hoping
you wouldn't.
Yeah, well...
good luck, buddy.
-I'm going to miss you.
-You, too.
Oh, What the hell?
(footsteps approaching)
-0h, hi.
-Don't give me that.
I can't wait for Friday.
If you're going to kill me,
kill me.
I don't need a last meal.
I know you're
breaking up with me.
I thought it was working out,
but if you don't, then just
get it over with already
and don't put me
through this hell.
Like, don't trot out
some stupid cliché like,
"It's not me, it's you,"
'cause at least we agree
on that. It is you.
Can I talk now?
Well, I don't know
what else there is to say.
I don't want
to break up with you.
You don't?
Well, then-then Why'd you
ask me out to a nice dinner
in the city
on-on a Friday night?
I mean, what was I
supposed to think?
Oh, my God.
You were going to propose.
No, I wasn't.
0h.
Well, then-then-then just-just
tell me what's going on.
Nothing's going on.
Nothing's going on.
At least I don't think there is.
It's just... I don't know.
You know, it just...
I feel different.
Well, what do you mean,
"different"?
Are-are you okay?
Yes, I'm okay! It's...
Or at least I think
I am, you know?
I-I-I don't know, I...
you know, I just...
Lately, I've been thinking
about a lot of things:
you know, my work,
my friends... you.
None of it's perfect, but...
n-none of it's exactly
horrible, either.
I know I'm flattered.
John, I'm...
what are you trying to say?
It's-it's like all
the irritating things
that people do, you know,
the cutting me off in traffic,
disagreeing with me...
It just doesn't seem
to bother me as much.
And then-then tonight,
a patient I've been visiting,
Mr. Gordon, he passed away.
-0h, I'm sorry.
-Well, thanks.
I mean, that happens,
but the-the...
you know, the point
is that he-he was...
You know, he was okay
with dying.
I mean, he was able
to look back at his life
and-and feel good,
you know... content.
And lately, I-I think I...
I think I've been feeling...
kind of that way.
You know, I-I guess
what I'm trying to say
is H think... I might be...
I don't know, you know...
happy-
Wow!
No wonder you've been so upset.
Oh---...
I bet this is really hard
for you, isn't it?
Well, it is new.
You-you do understand
that most people work
their whole lives to feel happy?
You know, it's considered
a good thing.
-I know, I know, and...
-Yeah?
I'm dealing with it.
Oh, well, I'll help you
any way I can.
0h, thanks.
I don't know, I guess we just
take it one day at a time.
Yeah, right, yeah.
(sniffs)
(loud clang)
Hey, you moron! What the...?
How would you like it if I took
a whiz on your front porch?!
Go pee in the park
like everybody else!
Feel better?
Yeah, a little.
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