"God's tears." "Yeah." "It's beautiful." "So are the others." "I, u*h..." "I gu*ess I ju*st..." "have to make the right decision." "In the end, it's not you*r eye that mu*st decide." "Yeah." "Did Rebecca call?" "Yeah." "She'll be at the restau*rant in an hou*r to take you* to the airport." "I pu*t you*r tickets, passport, and you*r new cell phone in you*r briefcase and Hong will be there in ten minu*tes." "Thanks." "See you* in fou*r days." "The second you* land, those gu*ys are gonna start poking and prodding to see what you*'re made of." "Are you* su*re I'm the right gu*y for this, Walter?" "I'm no good at this corporate stu*ff, I hate flying-- and isn't this Bob's thing, anyway?" "Bob?" "Come on, you*'re gonna be fine." "Ju*st don't eat anything that wears a collar, and if you* need me, I'll be on the beach in Cozu*mel screening my calls." "Look...this is a big break for you*." "Bu*t I'm giving you* this accou*nt becau*se I think you*'re the right man for the job." "Besides, you*'re gonna be a member of the family soon, right?" "Going down, please." "Oh." "Matthew, keep away from the bang-bang girls or Rebecca will kick my ass, all right?" "Matty." " Matty!" " Lu*ke!" "Hey, man." " How are you*, man?" " I'm good." "How are you*?" "Really good." "Really good." "Good to see you*." "You* look great." "Thanks, man." "I mean, I do." "You* still doing that whole advertising thing in New York?" "I moved back." " When did you* get back?" " Two months ago." "Two months?" "What are you* doing?" "You* don't call you*r friend?" "You* cou*ld've called me." "I know." "I ju*st--I moved back with a girl that I met in New York and I'm working for her brother, and it's..." "That sounds serious." "Maybe." "I don't know." "We'll see." "You* look very seriou*s." "Look at you*." "I know, man." "Hold on!" "Listen, man, I gotta go to a meeting." "Yeah, I need to probably move my car, too." "And then I'm going to China tonight." " China?" "That's weird." " Yeah, I know." "Let me give you* a call when I get back." "Monday?" "Yeah, sou*nds good--shu*t u*p!" "All right, look, here's my card." "Don't wait two years--call me!" "The old shop." " All right?" " I will, man." "You* look good." "That's a nice tie." "Good to see you*." "Are you* done?" "Come on!" "He's very impressed with what you*'ve done, and he assu*res you* that when you* get to China, you*'ll be met with mu*ch enthu*siasm and su*pport." "Thank you* very mu*ch." "Some champagne, please." "Excu*se me." "Excu*se you*." "Matthew is a, u*h, photographer." "Beau*tifu*lly, wonderfu*lly creative man." "And here's my favorite sister." "His only sister." "Mr. Hong, Ms. Chin, this is my sister Rebecca." "Hey, Sweetie." "How are you*?" "As you* can see," "Matthew has managed to make himself indispensable even away from the office." "Here, Sweetie." "Ju*st take one of these to help you* sleep on the plane." "Mr. Hong wou*ld like to propose a toast." "Oh, yes." "To a long and prosperou*s marriage... of ou*r two companies." "Are you* okay?" "Yeah." "Um, excu*se me." "I'm gonna go make a phone call." "I'll be right back." "Excu*se me, can I have the check, please." "Ju*st a minu*te!" "Sorry." "No, you* listen!" "And I don't feel like calming down." "It's over, okay?" "That's why I wanted to meet." "No, actu*ally I don't think it was an accident." "It's in the paper!" "I don't ever want to see you* again, Daniel." "Stop following me, or I'll call the police!" "Lisa." "Lisa!" "Whoa." "Hey, come on." "Are you* all right?" "I pissed her off." "You* wanna pu*t that on this card, please?" "Oh!" "This stu*pid..." "Need some help there, Mare?" " What's u*p?" " It's so fru*strating." "I ju*st can't work ou*t why there's no sou*nd." "I ju*st..." "Matthew?" "Hello?" "Anybody home?" "I'll take this one, if you* want." "Knock you*rself ou*t, kid." "Oh, my God." "Shit." " They wanna know how long--hey!" " Mary, I'll be right back." " Sorry." " Where are you* going?" "!" "Oh, sorry!" " Hey, gu*ys." " Hey, Lisa." "See you* inside." "Hey." "Hey." " Probably time to go, right?" " Yes." "Okay." "Pr*e-boar*ding call for* flight 752 to Munich." "All passenger*s should boar*d at this time at gate 5-A" "I gu*ess, u*h, this is it." "Are you* su*re nothing's wrong?" "No." "No, I'm fine." "Okay." "Well, call me when you* get there." "Okay." "I will." "I love you*." "Me, too." "Bye." "Bye." "Your* attention. please." "This is the final boar*ding call for* Amer*ican Air*lines flight 153 service to Shanghai." "All passenger*s should now be boar*ding at gate 1 0-B." "Matthew Simon." "S-l-M-O-N." "Shit." "Yeah." "Yeah." "No, he's not on the plane." "He's..." "He's sick." "No, he's very sick." "He has food poisoning." "No, he'll be there in the next cou*ple of days." "Lisa?" "All right." "Hello?" "Lisa?" "Her*e. sweetie." "Just take one of these to help you sleep on the plane." "That line--what it does to you*r calf-- that is what we call sexy." "Wanna try pink?" "Hmm?" " Okay." " Okay." "Have a seat." "Hey." "There you* are." "Where you* been?" "You* look like shit." "I hope she was worth it." "Hey, do we have a size ten in pink?" "Yeah, in the back." " Hey, Ellie." " Hey." " I gotta talk to you*." " Lady Dragon Shoes." "Ow." "So, who is she?" "You* wou*ldn't believe me." "Betcha I do." "I probably even know her." "What's her name?" "That's the thing." "You* don't know her name?" "Oh, man." "I know that she's a dancer." "You* mean, like a stripper?" "No, shithead." "Like a real dancer." "Oh, God." "I love a dancer's body." "Ooh." "But her face is like..." "Her eyes and her...skin is ju*st..." "She ju*st makes me all..." "What is "wha" and "du*h"?" "She ju*st makes you* more inarticu*late than u*su*al." "You* are obsessed, which I don't u*nderstand." "I mean, I don't know how you* decide on ju*st one." "I mean, my cu*stomer over there-- she's got great legs." "Ellie." "All right?" "There is something hot abou*t Ellie." "The blonde at the window." "I mean, come on." "What are you* doing?" "Matty, are you* all right?" "Lady Dragon Shoes." "Can I help you*?" "The blonde?" "What are you* doing?" "Give me some shoes." " Shoes?" " Yeah." "Got lots of shoes." "I'm sorry I took so long." "Pink." "It's my last pair." "Cou*ld I help you* with anything?" "Yes." "Those shoes in the window." "The black ones with the red sole." "I'd like to try them on, please." "The blacks and reds." "Okay." "I'll ju*st go in the back and get them for you*." "That's where we keep them-- in the back--so..." "I'll be right back." "Uh, Matty?" "Maybe you*'d like to ask the lady what size shoe she wears." " Right." " 8 1/2." "Like Fellini." "Right." "I mean his movie, not his shoe size." "I don't know his shoe size, obviou*sly." "8 1/2." "Shit." "What was that?" "Fellini!" "What the hell was I thinking?" "I have no idea." "Bu*t you* were right abou*t one thing." "God, she's beau*tifu*l." "And you*, my man, are an idiot." "All right, look." "Here's the thing, all right?" "You*'ve obviou*sly blown it, she obviou*sly hates you*, so you* stay right here and let the man take a shot." " Shu*t u*p." "Give me the shoes." " All right." "Go." "Ju*st remember-- you*'re not fu*nny." "Here we go." "Black and red." "What do you* think?" "They're too big." "Too big?" "Really?" "Lu*ke, these are 9 1/2s." "I'm sorry." "That's the smallest size we have." "Oh, well." "Too bad." "Not--you* know..." "not necessarily." "We can order these for you*." "Special order." "And, u*h-- I can, u*h, if you* leave you*r nu*mber," "I can give you* a call personally when they come in." "Do you* normally spy on people?" "What?" "Are you* really gonna tell me that you*'re a hu*ge fan of modern dance?" "Look, I've never done anything like that before." "Honestly--cou*ld you* let me take you* ou*t for a cu*p of coffee and explain?" "I don't think so." "I'll stay on my side of the table." "I promise." "Ju*st call me when the shoes come in, okay?" "Listen, I'm not what you* think I am, okay?" "Shit." ""Tomor*r*ow night. 6:00." "Café Tangier*s on Kinzie." "Now you won't have to follow me. "" "Well, my parents eventu*ally split u*p, and my mom moved back to Pragu*e." "Bu*t my dad's still here." "He lives in California." "I wish I was in California right now." "So, why did you* want to become a photographer?" "Fish." "Fish." "Tropical fish, actually." "When I was a kid, I u*sed to go to the library and pick ou*t all the books with tropical fish, you* know." "Beautiful colors and shapes." "When I was eight years old, I realized someone had to take pictu*res of the fish." "And I wanted that to be me." "Bu*t I grew u*p and I realized that... things don't have to be extraordinary to be beau*tifu*l." "The ordinary cou*ld be ju*st as beau*tifu*l." "Like what?" "Well..." "Like--you* see the cou*ple there?" "Look at the way the girl is holding on to him so tight." "But he can still drink his coffee." "It looks like she feels safe wrapped arou*nd him." "And if you* believe that, I'll tell you* another one." "Take my pictu*re." "I feel beau*tifu*l tonight." "Bye." "Bye." "Okay." " Hi." " Hi." "Ma'am?" "I have you*r dry cleaning." "Shit." "Hey, you*'re not in China." "I didn't make it past O'Hare." " What happened?" " I fou*nd Lisa." "Whoa." "Here it is." "This is the article she left behind." "The fu*neral's today." "I can't believe you*'re blowing off Shanghai for this." "This isn't actu*ally Lisa." "This is a compact." "What abou*t you*r woman?" "What's her name, anyway?" "Rebecca." "Yeah, I mean, isn't-- Matt." "Matt!" "Shit." "Is it broke?" "You* su*perstitiou*s?" "God, I am so stu*pid." "Here, give it to me" " No, no." "It's okay." " I'm sorry." "You*'re right." "This doesn't make any sense." "One minu*te I'm looking at rings, and the next I'm here, doing this." "Whoa." "Whoa, looking at rings?" "I didn't realize you* were that seriou*s." "Apparently, I'm not." "See, that's how the u*niverse works." "The minu*te you* make a decision-- you* decide on anything-- along comes temptation." "What wou*ld you* do?" "Keep them both and hope they didn't find ou*t abou*t each other is what I wou*ld do." "That's perfect." "Asshole." "I have to find ou*t why she left." "She got scared." "Everyone gets scared." "No, not Lisa." "She wou*ldn't have left withou*t an explanation." "Withou*t some sort of letter or a call or something." "She's not like that." "Something mu*st've happened, and whatever it was" "Screwed you* u*p big time." "I know she loved me." "So let me borrow you*r keys, okay?" "Why?" "The fu*neral's today." "It's the only lead I've got." "Oh...my car." " Come on." " Okay." "I know." "I'm sorry." "You* ju*st have to be back by 7:00." "I will." "Thank you*." "I've got a date." "You* got a date?" "Yeah, I got a date." "With who?" "This actress that came into my shop a cou*ple weeks ago, and, u*h..." "God, I like her a lot, so please do not be late with my car." "I won't be. 6:00." "I'll be back by 6:00, okay?" ""Lisa." "I've been tr*ying to find you." "I have your* powder* case." "Call me at--"" "Excuse me?" "What can I do for you*?" "I fou*nd a hotel key in the back yesterday." "A woman left it." "I don't know if you* saw her." "She fell right over there." "Broke her heel." "Yesterday?" "Yeah, that's right." "I remember." "You* wanted to leave the keys with me?" "No." "Actu*ally, I, u*h... cou*ld you* give her this note if she comes back in here?" " No problem." " Thanks a lot." "Su*re." "Lisa!" "Lisa!" ""Lisa." "I r*etur*ned your* key as you asked." ""You must let me see you if only for* one last time." ""Call me." "My heart can't stand it." "All my love." "Daniel. "" "Shit." " Ass." " I'm so sorry." " Hey, I cou*ld explain." " You* are an asshole." "Do me a favor-- don't ask me for any more favors." "Come on." "Lu*ke..." "I found her." "I think I found her." "I found her apartment, anyway." "I'm really happy for you*, Matty." "I left a note u*nder her door to meet me at the park tomorrow." "Gu*ess you* gu*ys shou*ld have a picnic." "Jesu*s, man." "I said I was sorry." "My entire evening is screwed." "Look, I'm not really that late, brother." "Alex doesn't wait for anyone." "Tru*st me." "I've already left three messages." "Well, why didn't you* take a cab?" "'Cau*se I was waiting for you*." "I was waiting for my car." "Lu*ke, it's not that late." "You* can still drive over there." "Go over there?" "And do what?" "Throw little pebbles u*p at her window?" "She's gone." "It's over." "Ju*st forget it." "Maybe not." "I hope, for ou*r friendship, this is who I want it to be." "Want to see how cool I am?" "Three rings." "Hello?" "Hey, how's it goin'?" "Oh, I'm so sorry." "Did you* get my messages?" "No, I lent my car to my bu*ddy Matt, and he was a little late coming home." "No, su*re." "He's right here." "Hold on a sec." "She wants to talk to you*." "Fix it." "You* have to fix it." "Hello?" "He's full of shit. isn't he?" "Yeah, he's fu*ll of shit, all right." "Yeah." "I knew it." "He didn't lend me his car." "I took it." "I stole his keys." "That's good." "Why would you do that?" "Because I'm a selfish idiot." "And I had this whole thing going on that..." "I don't wanna bore you* with it." "Please." "I insist." "Okay." "Well, u*m..." "I was looking for somebody." "A woman." "I wasn't thinking." "Got a little desperate." "Oh." "I'm sor*r*y." "No." "I should be apologizing to you." "And I am apologizing to you*." "I'm very sorry that I ru*ined you*r evening." "Did you find her*?" "I think so." "Yeah." "I found where she lives." "Well. you should go back." "and you should look for* her*." "I think I will." "Thanks." "You*'re boring now." "Give me the phone." " Okay, Alex." "I gotta go." " Nice to talk to you." "Nice to talk to you*, too." "Bye-bye." "She's nice, man." "Thanks." "Hello?" "Okay." "Why don't I ju*st-- I'll pick you* u*p at the theater." "I think not so, my lord." "Dear lad, believe it, for they shall yet belie thy happy years to say thou* art a man." "Prosper well in this, and thou* shalt live as freely as thy lord to call his fortu*nes thine." "I'll do my best to woo you*r lady and yet a barfu*l strife." "Whoe'er I woo, myself wou*ld be his wife." "Alex, what's going on?" "What do you* mean?" "Well, I'm sitting in the au*dience and I'm getting nothing." "I figu*red maybe I'm missing something, so I come, I take a closer look." "Bu*t you* know what?" "I'm still not bu*ying it." "What the hell's the matter with you* today?" "Look, the line, "Whoe'er I woo, myself wou*ld be his wife"" "defines you*r character." "You*'re in love with this gu*y, and he is asking you* to help him get another woman!" "You*'re u*pset, you*'re confu*sed, it's tearing you* u*p inside!" "We've gotta see the love, bu*t we've also gotta see the agony." "You* have been in love before, haven't you*?" "Yes." "Su*re." "Oh, good." "Well, please, share a little something with u*s, hu*h?" "God. you sound so close." "Can't believe you'r*e 7.000 miles away." "I know." "It's crazy, isn't it?" "How's the weather*?" "I don't know." "It's still dark out." "Isn't it." "like." "10: 00 in the mor*ning ther*e?" "I--you* know what?" "I'm so zonked, I didn't even open the blinds yet, and, u*h... you* know what--it's actu*ally a really nice day ou*t, now that I see it." "Ar*e you sur*e nothing's wr*ong?" "No." "I'm ju*st a little ou*t of it, that's all." "Well. you better* get in it. because today's meeting is ver*y important." "You'll be fine. honey." "I'll speak to you later*. okay?" "I miss you." "Bye." "Bye." ""Lisa." "I found your* powder* case." ""I have to see you." ""Meet me tomor*r*ow at 3 : 00." "our* usual spot." "Matt. "" "Hello?" "Lisa?" "Fuck." "Lisa?" "Jesu*s Christ!" "I'm sorry." "It's okay." "I'm calling the police!" "Where's the phone?" "No!" "Don't call the police!" "I'm not gonna hu*rt you*." " Get away from me!" " Okay!" "Okay!" "Calm down!" "Calm down." "It's okay." "I'm a friend of Lisa's." "A friend of Lisa's?" "Yeah." "Is that supposed to be funny?" "No." "You* can ask her when she comes, okay?" "I'm Lisa." "I live here." "You*r name's Lisa?" "Yeah." "And you* live here?" "Yeah." "No..." " I'm calling the cops." " No, wait." "Don't." "Hey, you* see that letter there?" " You* wrote that?" " Yeah." "You* were at Bellu*cci's on Monday." "Yeah..." "I was." "And you* had a room at The Drake, room 679?" "Yeah." "How'd you* know that?" "I can't believe I did this." "I'm going crazy." "Here." "That's you*rs." "It's broken." "I'd be happy to pay for it." "You* know, my bad lu*ck." "Wait." "You*r hand." "It's bleeding." "It's all right." "I got this." "No, I..." "I'll fix it." "I'm a nu*rse." "Okay." "Thank you*." "You* know, at the restau*rant," "I wou*ld've bet anything you* were this girl I u*sed to know." "Bu*t now seeing you* here, you* don't really look that mu*ch like her at all." "Mu*st be hallu*cinating." "I was crazy abou*t her." "So, what abou*t the, u*h..." "what's-his-name in the Cadillac?" " Daniel." " Yeah." "What's his story?" "He's been stalking me." "He scares the hell out of me." "That's why I was staying in the hotel-- becau*se I didn't want him to find me." "I hope he didn't follow you here." "I don't think so." "No." "How's you*r hand?" "It's okay." "I wasn't even hu*ngry or anything." "Actu*ally, you* know what?" "Thank you* for everything." "For the bandage not calling the cops not beating me to death with the little bronze ballerina, or..." "You*'re leaving?" "Yeah." "I'm late, you* know." "Very late, actu*ally, for China, so..." "China." "That's fu*nny." "That's what my friend said, too." "Well, maybe you* shou*ld wait." "I can't." "I mean..." "I gotta go." "Do you* really think planes are still taking off this late?" "What are you* doing?" "I'm scared." "Of him." "I haven't stayed alone here since his wife died, and..." "Wou*ld you* mind if you* stayed?" "Lisa, you* don't even know me." "I broke into you*r apartment" "I know." "I know." "I know." "Bu*t--don't take this the wrong way, bu*t I ju*st think you*'re a nice gu*y." "That's all." "Okay." "Good." "Where does a nice gu*y sleep?" "A nice gu*y sleeps on the cou*ch." "What are you* doing?" "I'm watching you* sleep." "Lisa!" "Hey, how are you*?" "What are you* doing here?" "I gotta talk to you*." "Now?" "Yeah, it's kind of important." "Wanna go get a drink or something?" "It's freezing ou*t here." " Okay." " Okay?" "Come on." "My friend gave my stu*ff to this head of the agency, and... he liked it." "So... he offered me a job in New York." "That's great." "It'll help me pay my rent, but..." "Bu*t what?" "Why not?" "Move in with me." "I--I know it's only been a cou*ple of months, bu*t I ju*st, u*m..." "You*'re the reason I don't wanna move to New York." "I wanna make my life here with you*." "Look, I'm really late for rehearsal." "Can we talk abou*t this tomorrow?" "Su*re." "Matthew, tru*st me, okay?" "Ju*st meet me tomorrow in the park." "Same time." "Bye." "Have you* seen Lisa?" "Lisa?" "She's gone on a Eu*ropean tou*r of Cabar*et." "It all happened real fast." "They came to ou*r rehearsal and ju*st picked her ou*t, and she was gone." "Like...did she say anything before she left?" "Like what?" "Like, u*h..." "Cool." "Thanks." "Okay." " Hi." " Hi." "You* want a cu*p of coffee?" "Yeah, su*re." "Thanks." "No." "No." "Yeah." "He broke all my cu*ps." "That's original." "Su*gar?" "Thanks." "Yeah." "Thank you*." "To us." "Leaving?" "Yeah." "I have to go to work." "I'm due at the hospital." "That's right." "You*'re a nu*rse." "I got a dou*ble shift." "You* shou*ld stay." "You* have a key?" "Yeah." "Well, I shou*ld be back by 10:00." "Will I see you* later?" "Maybe." "Yeah." " Bye." " Bye." "You wer*e at Bellucci's on Monday." "Yeah." "I was." "Hello?" "What happened to you*?" "Hang on." "Ju*st a minu*te!" "Look, cou*ld I stay at you*r place for a cou*ple of days?" "Yeah. of cour*se." " Great." "Well, I've gotta call Daniel first, then I'll be right over." " Okay." " Bye." "Lisa!" "Oh, shit." "Get u*p." "You know." "at the r*estaur*ant." "I would've bet anything you wer*e this gir*l I used to know." "But now seeing you her*e. you don't r*eally look that much like her* at all." "Hi." "Come on, Lisa." "Let's ju*st talk abou*t this, all right?" "Don't start shit like that." "Look, I don't have time" "I don't wanna talk abou*t it anymore." "Stop acting like a goddamn child abou*t this crap!" "Stop screaming at me!" "Lisa, what are you* doing?" "Jesu*s Christ." "Be carefu*l." "It's over." "Get ou*t of my hou*se." "Stop!" "Enou*gh!" "Get back in here now!" " You*'re gonna kill you*rself!" " Don't do it!" "Lisa, stop this!" "Is this how you* deal with you*r problems?" "Hu*h?" "You* ru*n away and act like a child?" "Go home, and don't bother calling me, okay?" "Hi." " Goddamnit!" " Can I come in?" "Of cou*rse." "I'm sorry." "I hate to bother you*, bu*t, u*m, my...ex-boyfriend ju*st told me he's seeing someone else." "I took a chance." "I hope you don't mind." "No, not at all." "Lisa, this is stu*pid, all right?" "Come on!" "Go home!" "Excu*se me, are you* leaving?" "I'd like to park." " Hey!" " Hey." "I'm sorry I didn't call." "I, u*m..." "Don't worry." "I've ju*st been thinking." "Are you* okay?" "I'm going to London." "Why?" "A friend of mine started his own company." "He's asked me to choreograph." "Oh, my God." "That's amazing." "When do you* leave?" "Tomorrow afternoon." "Is it okay if I stay another night?" "Of cou*rse." "No, it has to be tonight." "Well, then I'd say the 10:1 5 flight to Los Angeles wou*ld be you*r best bet." "You* can catch the flight to Shanghai from there." "Bu*t there's only coach available;" "you*r ticket's for first." "It's okay." "I'll tell you* what." "I think I can get you* an u*pgrade." "Why don't you* come back in a few hou*rs." "Arou*nd 4:00." "Something shou*ld've opened u*p by then." "Okay." "Thank you*." "See you* at 4:00." "The hotel thing was ju*st stu*pid." "I knew Daniel would find me." "So..." "Why don't you* come with me?" "Well, I've got great shifts at the hospital now, and, you* know..." "And the gu*y who gave you* that." "Yeah." "Well, come on." "Tell me!" "Last night we did it on the sofa in the doctor's lou*nge." "You* little slu*t." "I'm jealou*s!" "The bad part is I'm already seeing his best friend." "Another su*rgeon." "He's adorable and he adores me, bu*t he's the clinging type." "So she had the same name, same perfu*me, same shoe size?" "That's so hot." "Or--or maybe this is creepy." "I think it's a little bit of both, actu*ally." "So, did you* hit it?" "No." "Um..." "I slept on the cou*ch, you* know." "When I woke u*p in the morning, she was gone." " Bu*t you* wanted to hit it, didn't you*?" " Come on." "Come on." "I'm going to China tonight, I'm practically engaged--do I need to remind you*?" "The lies we tell ourselves." "So, what abou*t you* and Alex-- how's that?" "How was you*r date?" " It was great." " Good." "I mean, what-- you* wanna wanna hear abou*t it?" "I don't know." "Sure." "Well. after* I left you." "I went to pick up Alex fr*om the theater*. r*ight?" "She has this dir*ector*--the guy is such a cheese ball." "Not that impr*essive." "I mean. she should be on Br*oadway or* something. 'cause she was awesome." "It was super* late by the time she got changed." "So we went out." "had a couple dr*inks and a couple laughs." "On the way home." "I told her* the whole sor*did stor*y about you and Lisa." "So now, finally, he's fou*nd her." " Wow." " Yeah." "And did she explain why she disappeared?" "No, not yet." "He ju*st wrote her this note." "They haven't actu*ally spoken, bu*t they're su*pposed to speak soon." "You* okay?" "No, I'm not." "You* know, I don't..." "I don't feel very well." "You*'re kidding me." "No." "Do you* mind ju*st taking me home?" " Yeah." " Yeah?" "Thanks." "So, I was thinking, maybe I cou*ld go u*pstairs with you* and I'll make you* a nice big cu*p of hot chocolate pu*t a bu*nch of little marshmallows u*p on top." "We'll watch TV and ju*st hang ou*t." "Do you* love me?" "I ju*st wanna be alone." " Well" " I'll call you*." "I'll call you* tomorrow." "Alex." "Alex, wait a second." "You* gotta be kidding me." "This girl's u*nbelievable." "You* know what?" "Don't call me, okay?" "Don't call me u*ntil you* figu*re ou*t what you* wanna do with you*r life, 'cau*se I can't deal with this." "Every time, it's a different story with you*, all right?" "Wait, l--I'm sorry." "I'll call you* tomorrow." "God!" "This girl is ridicu*lou*s." "Taxi!" "And we had sex all night." "And the next mor*ning." "I made her my dad's world-famou*s breakfast, and..." "I don't know." "It was pretty perfect." "That sou*nds really good, man." "It was pretty good." "When do I get to meet her?" "Tonight." "Yeah, tonight." "Tonight is her-- she's got this play." "It's the big opening." "It's Shakespeare." "Shakespeare." "Shakespeare." "I know." "Bu*t it's su*pposed to be good." "Tru*st me." "I'm supposed to leave tonight." "Yeah, bu*t it's early." "You* can go to the play, then get on the plane." "Have you* seen my compact?" "You* know, the silver one." "No, I haven't." "I hope I didn't leave it at the hotel." "It was a gift from my grandmother." "Where did you* get this?" "Um...it's su*rgeon nu*mber two's." "He left it here last week." "Oh, my God." "It's so mu*ch like..." "What?" "Matthew." "So you*'re not getting into too mu*ch trou*ble?" "Thanks." "Take care of you*rself, okay?" " Come on, let me film you*." " No." "You* first." "Come on, Alex." "Are you* shy?" "You* can't be shy if you* wanna be an actress." "Here." " Shakespeare?" " This is you*r big break." "That's Shakespeare." "I can't do that." "That's too hard." "Haply, when I shall wed." "that lord whose hand mu*st take my plight shall carry half my love with him, half my care and du*ty." "Su*rely I shall never marry like my sisters to love my father all." "So tru*e, my lord." "In life--oh!" "I blew it." "I'm sorry." "That was bad." "No, that was amazing." "You* know, the thing with acting, Alex, is you* ju*st have to commit." "Otherwise, you*'re ju*st a phony." "I can't hear anything." "I know." "That's weird." " Is it hooked u*p right?" " Yeah." "Can you* take it back?" "I know a place I can get it fixed, actu*ally." "Do you* believe in love at first sight?" "Well, who is he?" "Don't even try to lie abou*t it." "I haven't met him yet." "I've ju*st seen him." "I don't think he's got a girlfriend." "I can tell." "Don't wait." "The good ones go fast." "Well, I gotta go get the video camera, so I'll talk to you* later." "All right." "Hey...promise you*'ll talk to him?" "Yeah..." "I'll think abou*t it." "Okay." "Bye." "I'll be right back." " Sorry." " Matthew, where are you* going?" "Sorry." "My God." "it's so much like..." "Matthew." "Don't be silly." "It belongs to one of the doctors at the hospital." "Why wou*ld you* think of Matthew?" "Cou*ld I borrow you*r car again tonight?" "Oh, su*re." "Thanks, Lisa." "Well, I better go." "I'll see you* later." "Okay." "Hi, excu*se me?" "I was in here a cou*ple of days ago." "I think I might have left a compact." "It's silver, engraved." "Um, let me ask." "Tony, did anyone tu*rn in a silver compact?" "No." "Sorry." "Okay." "Thank you*." "Lisa?" "Yeah?" "A gu*y did come in here looking for you*." "Said he fou*nd you*r keys." "Oh!" "And..." "He left you* this." " Thank you*." " Su*re." ""Lisa." "I've been tr*ying to find you." ""I have your* powder* case." ""Call me." "Matthew. "" "Hey, Lu*ke, can I talk to you* for a second?" "Hey, Ellie, do me a favor." "Will you* help her ou*t?" "Yeah, su*re." "How's it goin'?" "Hey." "I ju*st wanna say thanks for everything and, you* know, you*'ve been great." "What abou*t the play?" "I thou*ght you* were comin' to the play." "I don't wanna miss another flight, you* know." "Listen, I'll make it u*p to you* when I get back." "I promise." "Hey, taxi!" "You* have fu*n tonight, thou*gh, all right?" "Say hi to Alex for me, and, you* know." " You*'re a lu*cky gu*y." " You* got plenty of time." "It's the late flight." "I really want you* to come to the play." "Please?" "See, things, u*m...it's ju*st not going that well with Alex." "I've been kind of exaggerating a little." "What do you* mean?" "Well..." "Lying." "Uh!" "I've been lying!" "It's 'cau*se my life's so pathetic." "No all-night marathon?" "God, I'm lu*cky if I get a kiss at the end of the night." "So I was thinking that if you* came to the play, I think that wou*ld really help." "I mean, I'd be so mu*ch more confident with you* there." "And then I can go to the bathroom and you* can tell her, you* know, what a great gu*y I am and ru*mor has it I'm really good in the sack, and that, u*m..." "I'm hu*ng like a camel-- I don't know." "Please?" "I wouldn't ask if it didn't mean a lot to me." " I'll be there." " Oh, you*'re the best." "Thanks, bu*ddy." "7:30, all right?" " I got it." " Good." "There you* go." " See you*, brother." " Yeah." "You* the man." "Thanks, man." "Well, you*'re all set." "You*'re on flight 1 559." "First class." "Have a good trip." "I will." "Thanks a lot." "Um, I'm booked in a flight to London today." "I'd like to postpone it u*ntil tomorrow, please." "Those shoes." "The black ones with the r*ed sole." "I'd like to tr*y them on. please." "Oh, excu*se me, dear." "Cou*ld you* tell me how to get to this mu*seu*m from here?" "I think it's..." "I think it's back here." " Let me show you*." "I'll walk you*." " Oh, thank you*." "Alex, ten minu*tes!" "This is it right u*p here." " Here." "Keep the change." " Thanks." "Thanks." "How much better that man should fall before the lion than the wolf." "The clock u*pbraids me with the waste of time." "Be not afraid, good you*th." "I will not have you*." "And yet when wit and you*th is come to harvest, you*r wife is like to reap a proper man." "I'm right here." "Sorry." "There lies you*r way." "Du*e west." "Excuse me." "Then westward ho." "Grace and good disposition attend you*r ladyship." "You*'ll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?" "Stay!" "I prithee, tell me what thou* thinkst of me." "That you* do--think..." "Sit down." " You* are..." " Sorry." "Not what you* are." "Is that her?" "Yeah, that's my girl." "Then think you* right." "I am not what I am." "I wou*ld you* were as I wou*ld have you* be." "Wou*ld it be better, madam, than I am?" "I wish it might, for now I am you*r fool." "You'r*e in love with this guy." "and he is asking you to help him get another* woman!" "You'r*e upset. you'r*e confused." "it's tear*ing you up inside!" "You have been in love befor*e." "haven't you?" "By my innocence, I swear, and by my you*th," "I have one heart, one bosom, and one tru*th." "And no woman has, nor never none shall, mistress be of it to save I alone." "And so adieu*, good madam." "Nevermore will I my master's tears to you* deplore." "She's good." "Look, I shou*ld really get to the airport." "Yeah." "Yeah." "If you* have to go, go." "I'm su*re Alex is gonna be disappointed she didn't get a chance to meet you*." "Tell her she did a great job." "And I'll see you* on Monday." "I will." "Hey, Matt, thanks for everything." "It means a lot to me." "I'm sorry you* didn't find Lisa." "Yeah, me, too." " I'll see you* arou*nd, hu*h?" " All right, man." "Hey, Alex." "Alex, it's me." "Please go away." "C'mon, baby." "Open the door." "I don't want you*r friend to see me like this." "He won't." "He left." "What?" "He left?" "Did I scare him away?" "Scare him away?" "You* blew him away." "You* blew everyone away." "You* were u*nbelievable." "He ju*st had a plane to catch." "A slow one to China." "Open the door." "Did he find her?" "What?" "You*r friend--did..." "Did he find Lisa?" "No, it ju*st tu*rned ou*t to be some...psycho with the same name, same everything." "He slept on her cou*ch and ran away as fast as he cou*ld." "Are you* okay?" "Alex. you've gotta help me." "What's wrong?" "Well, I booked this job-- a Eu*ropean tou*r of Cabar*et." "Oh, wow!" "That's fantastic!" "I know." "Some girl broke her ankle, I'm taking over." "Bu*t listen, I can't find Matthew." "I've been looking all over for him, and my plane's leaving in two hou*rs." "Did you* leave him a message?" "I can't really leave this on his machine, you* know." "It's too complicated." "I wrote him a letter." "Do you* mind giving it to him?" "I've never even met him." "He doesn't knowwho I am." "It doesn't matter--ju*st tell him you*'re my friend." "It'll be fine." "You* know what, and if he's not there... ju*st let you*rself in and leave it on his bed." "I really appreciate this." "Thank you* so mu*ch." "Su*re." "Okay." "All right." "He asked me to move in with him." "Oh." "What did you* say?" "I didn't really say anything." "I was late for a class, and I ju*st sort of ran away." "I said I'd meet him tomorrow." "If I don't show up, you know, he'll go nuts." "Anyway, I have to go." "Thanks again, and I'll call you* when I get there, okay?" "Are you* gonna do it?" "Of cou*rse." "I love him." "Bye." "Bye." "Hey. this is Matthew." "Please leave a message." "Hey." "It's me again." "Wher*e ar*e you?" "Did you get my letter*?" "Anyway." "I'm in Par*is." "I'm at the hotel." "You got the number* in my last message." "Matt. please call me." "This is dr*iving me cr*azy." "I need to speak to you." "Look. if you'r*e angr*y at me." "then don 't be." "Just call... please." "Bye." "I don 't know if I can stay with the show." "I feel like I have to come home and look for* him." "No, I..." "I wasn't gonna say anything before, bu*t when I brou*ght him the letter he wasn't expecting me, and I fou*nd him in bed with another woman, Lisa." "I--I can't believe it." "Ju*st...forget abou*t him." "The best thing for you* to do is stay with the show and... ju*st forget him." "I r*eally thought I knew him." "Ju*st forget him." "He's not even worth it." "Lu*ke, I'm so sorry." "No." "Shh...it's okay." "I'm so sorry." "No." "Please, don't apologize." "Please." "God." "I know you*'re doing the best you* can." "I ju*st..." "I ju*st want you* to know that I..." "that I love you*." "All right?" "And I don't wanna play games anymore." "What's the point?" "I'm ju*st terrible at them anyway." "Do me a favor." "Grab that, wou*ld you*?" "Hello?" "Hello?" " Who's this?" " Who's this?" "This is Matthew." "Who is this?" "Hello?" "Hello?" "Hey, what's u*p, kid?" "I thou*ght you* left." "No, u*h..." "What are you* still doing here?" "I'm over* at the... girl's apartment." "You* went back to the crazy girl's hou*se?" "What the hell are you* doing there?" "I'm really starting to worry abou*t you*, man." "I'm starting to worry myself." "It's not just that." "I couldn't even get on the air*plane." "The thing is there's something abou*t this apartment." "It's like Lisa's been her*e." "I know this sounds insane. but..." "I think this is her* place. man." "Well. maybe you'r*e just hot for* this cr*azy gir*l." "Fir*st thing you gotta do is get out of her* apartment and get over* her*e." "I'll tell you about some stuff. too." "I've had the most amazing night of my entir*e life last night." "Okay." "I'll be over*." "Just give me a couple of minutes. okay?" "All r*ight." "I'll wait." "Later*." " Hello?" " Hi. um..." "May I speak to Matthew, please?" "Who is this?" "Um... this is Lisa." "I'm a fr*iend of his." "I'm calling about my compact." "I think he might have fou*nd it." "Uh...which Lisa is this?" "Par*don me?" "Uh..." "I'll tell you what-- he's actually supposed to be her*e in a couple of minutes." "Hello?" "Hello!" "Hi." "Hi." "I'm sorry I didn't come back." "My, u*m dou*ble shift tu*rned into a triple, and I ju*st cou*ldn't get away." "That's okay." "Don't worry abou*t it." "Ar*e you mad?" "No." "Not at all." "I had a great time." "Where are you*?" "Well, I'm still at work bu*t, u*m, I'm ju*st leaving now, so why don't you wait?" "Yeah, I'll wait." "Okay. gr*eat." "I'll see you soon." "Let me. uh..." "let me gr*ab your* phone number* and I will have him call you when he gets in." "Um, you* know...actu*ally, cou*ld you* ju*st tell him to meet me at 3:00?" "He'd know where." "Um, I'll be waiting for him." "3:00." "Okay." "I--you* know what, it can't be him already, but I'm expecting him." "Someone's at my fr*ont door*." "so maybe it is him." "So hold on a second." "Matthew, tru*st me, okay?" "Meet me tomorrow in the park." "Same time." "Bye." "Yeah." "I'm sor*r*y." "It wasn't him. it was someone else." "But I pr*omise you I will give him your* message." "Okay?" "Oh." "Okay." "Thank you*." "I went to get cigarettes." "What's going on?" "Matthew." "He didn't leave." "He went back to that girl's hou*se." "The crazy one." "Oh, the plot thickens." "Oh, yeah." "It gets even better." "Listen to this." "So I hang u*p the phone, and five seconds later, Lisa called." "The real Lisa." "The one from two years ago." "She wants to see him." "You* tell him?" "No, not yet." "I'll wait till he gets here." "He's gonna be so happy, he's gonna hit the moon again." "I have to go!" " What do you* mean?" " I'll call you* later." "I promise." "Bu*t I made breakfast." "My dad's famou*s potatoes." "Lisa called." "She wants to see him." "So, will you* let me meet you*r friends?" "Don't you* have a store to ru*n?" "Oh, okay." "I can take a hint." "So we're going ou*t tomorrow, right?" " 7:00?" " Su*re." "Okay." "Bye, and thanks for the lift." "Bye." "Matty." "Hey." "Matty!" " Matty!" " Lu*ke!" "Hey, man!" " How are you*, man?" " I'm good." "How are you*?" "Really good." "Really good." "Oh, excu*se me." "Cou*ld I order an espresso while I wait for my friend?" "Absolu*tely." "He's ver*y impr*essed with what you've done." "and he assur*es you that when you get to China  with much enthusiasm and support." "I'm sitting over here." "Excuse me." "Champagne." "Excu*se you*." "No." "Uh, Miss Chin, this is my sister Rebecca." "Shit, shit, shit!" "As you* can see, u*h..." "Here, Sweetie..." "Hello." "Bellucci's." "May I help you?" "Hello, may I speak to my friend Lisa, please?" "She's the blonde." "She's sitting at a table behind the bar." "Yes." "Just a minute. please." "Excuse me. ar*e you Lisa?" "Phone's for* you." "It's a little noisy her*e." "Why don't you take the house phone ar*ound the cor*ner*." "Okay." "Thank you*." "T o a long and prosperou*s marriage..." "of ou*r two companies." "Excu*se me." "I'm gonna go make a phone call." "I'll be right back." "No." "No." " Hello?" " Hey, Lisa." "It's me." "Hey. what happened to you?" "I know." "I'm so sorry." "I got stu*ck at work." "Look." "Daniel's found me at the hotel." "Hang on." "Ju*st a minu*te!" "Look, cou*ld I stay at you*r place for a cou*ple of days?" "Yeah, of cou*rse." "Um..." "Go there right now." "I'll--I'll meet you* there." "Hey." "Hey." "How are you*, Lisa?" "Good." "How are you*?" "Good." "Thou*ght you*'d be in China by now." "That makes two of u*s." "Sit down." " What's that?" " It's a present." " For me?" " Yeah." "I saw that you*rs were-- you*rs were broken, so..." "Uh, wanna try them on?" "That's very sweet." "You* didn't have to do that." "Oh, that's okay." "They're a little big." "What size shoe do you* wear?" "Seven." "These are 8 1/2." "I wou*ld've told you* what size I was if I knew you* were gonna get me some shoes." "It's okay." "I cou*ld exchange them." "You* don't have to do that." "I..." "Anyway, I told a friend of mine I'd meet him for coffee before I left, so..." "What?" "You*'re leaving?" "Yeah." "Bye." "Hey, Lu*ke." "It's me." "Let's meet." "Jesu*s Christ." "What are you* doin'?" "I thou*ght you* were comin' by." "I, u*h..." "I was comin' by." "I ju*st lost track of the time." "I got good news for you*." "Let's go have a drink." "I want you* to meet someone." "Come on." "Come on." "Hey, babe." "I came as soon as you* called." "Look who I ran into." "It's Matthew." "Matthew, Alex." "Alex, Matthew." "Finally you* two meet." "Hi." "Hello." "Have a seat." "Hi." "Hello." "Want a cocktail?" "Excuse me." "Hi, how can I help you*?" "What do you* want?" "A vodka rocks." "Dou*ble." "Wow." "Baby?" "You* know what?" "I'll have, u*m, I'll have a Seven and Seven." "Pu*t it in a bu*cket." "Not like a dou*ble, bu*t more like a one and a half." "He knows how to do it." "Thanks." "You* got it." "So what happened with you*r psycho?" "You* can say it in front of Alex." "She knows the whole story anyway." "Sometimes when you* see someone from afar you* develop a fantasy." "Then when you* see them u*p close, nine times ou*t of ten, you* wish you* hadn't." "I have no idea what you*'re talking abou*t." "I was confu*sed, so I went back to her apartment, and thou*ght I'd find what I was looking for, bu*t I fou*nd something else." "Did you* talk to her?" "Ju*st long enou*gh for her to convince me that she's a liar." "No harm, no fou*l, thou*gh, right?" "What do you* think, Alex?" "I mean, you* know the whole story." "It's easy to stand back and ju*dge." "You* don't know anything abou*t this woman." "I know that she has no conscience and no regard for anyone bu*t herself." "I mean, what else do I need to know?" "You* make you*rself into su*ch a victim." "Nobody made you* be with her." "You* can't even see what a hypocrite you*'re being." "I'm being a hypocrite?" "How am I being a hypocrite?" " Yes, you* are!" " Whoa, whoa, whoa." "You* gu*ys." "Hey, relax." "No, Lu*ke." "Hey, hold on." "Alex, I'd like you* to explain to me how I'm being a hypocrite." "Who's to say this woman hasn't been in love with you* for a really long time?" "And now that she fou*nd you* again, she wasn't abou*t to let you* go twice." "What?" "Maybe... the first time she saw you*, maybe she felt the way you* did the first time you* saw Lisa." "You* remember that." "Love makes you* do crazy things." "Insane things." "Things in a million years you* never thou*ght you*'d see you*rself do." "There you* are doin' it." "Can't help it." "Jesu*s Christ." "Lighten u*p, you* gu*ys." "This woman--she's a nu*t." "She's psycho." "She's cu*ckoo-bananas, all right?" "End of story." "Can we change the su*bject?" "I actu*ally have something to cheer you* u*p." "Did you*, u*h, leave a note with the bartender here a few days ago?" "Yeah, I did." "How do you* know that?" "'Cau*se Lisa called." "What?" "Yeah!" "After you* got off the phone." "She said to meet her at 3:00." "She cou*ldn't wait long, 'cau*se she had to get on a plane to London." "W-where am I su*pposed to meet her?" "She didn't say." "She said you*'d know." "You* don't know?" "I think you* know where." "It hasn't been that long, has it?" "What?" "You* know, u*h..." "I'll ask Tony." "Maybe he'll know something." "You* knew she was here the whole time?" "This belongs to you*." "It's from her." ""Matt. please don't think that I'm r*unning away fr*om you." ""I was so overwhelmed when you asked me to move in." ""I couldn't speak." ""My answer*. of cour*se. is yes." "I love you." "and can't wait to come home. "" "I'm not going to apologize for what I've done." "This is for me to live with now." "Now you* see me for who I am." "Yes, I do." "Hey." "Where you* goin'?" "Hey." "Where you* goin'?" "I knowwhere she is." "All right." "Tell me what happens." "That gu*y." "He's u*m... more drama than a Mexican soap opera." "Luke!" "This..." "This is over." " What's over?" " Us." "How can it be over?" "We haven't even started yet." "I'm not who you* think I am." "I u*sed you*." "Taxi!" "Come on." "Hey!" "Hey, come on!" "God!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Sorry." "Thanks." " Goin' to Wicker Park." " Yeah, right away." "Your* attention. please." "Flight 862 service to London is now boar*ding." "Hi!" "There you* are!" "Where've you* been?" "You*r flight got in an hou*r ago." "I've been down to lu*ggage claim and back." " Rebecca." " Hey." "I, u*m..." "What's the matter?" "Rou*gh flight home?" "Did you* bring me back that little Chinese dress?" " Rebecca" " You* okay, Sweetie?" "I didn't go to China." "What are you* talking abou*t?" "Hi, Alex." "You*'re never gonna believe what happened." "Matthew's back in town." "I can't marry you*." "It wou*ld be a hu*ge mistake." "You*'re gonna have to help me ou*t, baby." "Did I do something wrong?" "No, you* didn't-- You* didn't do anything wrong." "Rebecca, I..." "I've been doing something wrong for the last two years." "I'm not..." "I'm not this person." "I can't go back with you*." "I can't do this." "I was gonna meet him in the park, bu*t he didn't show u*p." "Yeah..." "I know." "What do you* mean?" "Lisa." "I've been doing some r*eally..." "hor*r*ible and selfish things." "What are you* talking abou*t?" "I've been keeping you apart." "When we met two years ago, I was in love with someone else." "And she ju*st came back into my life." "She broke my heart-- and I'm sorry!" "Oh, my God." "I--Rebecca, I know..." "I know that I'm still in love with her." "I ju*st--I needed you* to know." "Knowwhat?" "Know what, Matthew?" "That I'm not the girl that can break you*r heart?"