|
Giselle : Oh, my goodness. Your hair is lovely. You're beautiful.
Phoebe : Well, thank you.
Giselle : The man who holds your heart is a lucky fellow indeed.
Phoebe : Well, you try telling him that.
Giselle : Well, I'm certain he already knows.
Ethan : Excuse me?
Giselle : Are you him? You are very lucky. I mean, just look at the way her eyes sparkle. It's no wonder you're in love.
Robert : I got it! Excuse me. I'm sorry. Giselle? Please? It's not like that, all right? They're not together anymore.
Giselle : I don't understand.
Robert : They're getting a divorce -- separating from each other, ok?
Giselle : Separating?
Robert : Yeah.
Giselle : For how long?
Robert : Forever.
Giselle : Forever and ever?
Robert : Shh. Yes.
Giselle : Oh, no.
Robert : What are you doing? Don't cry.
Ethan : Are you crying?
Robert : No, she's not.
Giselle : I'm sorry. I can't help it.
Ethan : Is she actually crying?
Giselle : It's just so sad.
Phoebe : What kind of an operation are you running here? This is so unprofessional.
Carl : Good morning, Phoebe. How are you? It's good to...
Lawyer : If you guys are trying to manipulate us, you can throw this whole deal out.
Carl : What is going on here? Who's she?
Robert : Uh, a friend. No, you know she's an acquaintance, actually.
Carl : Robert, You’re the one who begged me to put you on the case, and this is what I get for it? I walk in here and find everybody upset? And some girl is crying like we're on Oprah.
Robert : I'll take care of it. Carl, it's gonna be fine. What is wrong with you?
Giselle : Me?
Robert : Yes, you. This whole Kumbaya, “Up With People” routine. Those people are in real pain.
Giselle : Well, of course they're in pain. They're separated forever. Married one day and the next they're not. What sort of awful place is this?
Robert : It's reality.
Giselle : Well, I think I'd prefer to be in Andalasia.
Robert : I think I'd prefer that too. Get in, please. |
