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It's not what you say about Drew. It's what you don't say. Maybe you're not listening. Oh, yes, I am. Give him whatever he wants. There's not an ounce of excitement, not a... whisper of a thrill. And this relationship has all the passion of a pair of titmice. I want you to get swept away out there. I want you to levitate. I want you to... sing with rapture and dance like a dervish. - Oh, that's all. - Yeah. Be deliriously happy, or at least leave yourself open to be. Okay. "Be deliriously happy. " I shall, uh... I shall do my utmost. I know it's a cornball thing. But love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. I say, fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who will love you the same way back. How do you find him? Well, you forget your head, and you listen to your heart. And I'm not hearing any heart. 'Cause the truth is, honey, there's no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven't lived a life at all. But you have to try, 'cause if you haven't tried, you haven't lived.
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30.1s
Good morning, Drew. Thanks for coming up. Well, big day. Wanted to line up a few ducks before kickoff. Any thoughts, last minute refinements, variations, anything? Thoughts, no. I did hear a voice last night. - A voice? - In my sleep. - What'd it say? - "Yes. " - Yes to the deal? - Maybe. Who knows? You know how voices are. Hmm? I thank you, Delia. Okay, let's go. Delia, your pen.
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45.3s
Please. Please. Don't worry. Don't worry. It's utter chaos around here. And I'm terrified that we're running out of time. Am I trying to be too perfect? - Oh, but I want it to be so exquisite. - So do we. - But we're trying to be too exquisite. - Why not aim for the stars? - Good morning. - Good morning. - We do need some answers on the flowers. - Ah, yes, freesia, freesia. Everywhere freesia. Daddy loves freesia. Good morning. Good morning. Oh. Hello. Hi. - Lights? - "Lights. " Not too bright and not too dark. I'm looking for a saffron glow, sort of tea-dance '20s. If food is the prose of a party, then lights are its poetry.
Meet Joe Black
20.1s
- Forgive me for being so rude. - Certainly. Hi, everybody. I'm sorry I'm late. I had to have dinner with my department chief. You ate? I'm here, aren't I? I wouldn't miss a loose ends meeting. What's on the table for discussion? Party favors, flowers... - Hi, Dad. - Hi. - Hello. - Hi, Drew.
Meet Joe Black