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SAM: Mommy got sick, and it happened just like that. There was nothing anyone could do. It isn*t fair. There*s no reason and if we start asking * why?*, we*ll be crazy. Sam: Mommy got sick, and it happened just like that. There was nothing anyone could do. It isn’t fair. There’s no reason and if we start asking “why?”, we’ll go crazy. Greg’s wife: Five minutes in the microwave, anyone of them, five minutes and.... done, ready to eat. Do you know how to make juice? Sam: Microwave. Five minutes. Sam’s workmate1: Here, my shrink. Call him Sam: “Loss of Spouse Support Group”, “Chicago Cancer Family Network”; “Parents Without Partners” ; “Partners Without Parents”; Hug yourself. Hug a friend, hug a shrink or work, work hard, work will save you. Work is the only thing that will see you through this. Don’t mind him, he’s just a guy who’s lost his wife. I think what we really need is change. Sam’s workmate1: Good idea. Take a couple of weeks off. Get some sun. Take Jonah fishing. Sam: No, a real change. A new city. Some place where every time I go around a corner I don’t think of Maggie. Sam’s workmate1: Where are you going to go? Sam: I was thinking about Seattle... Greg’s wife: Eventually, in a few months, you’ll start seeing women. You’ll meet someone. Sam: Right, right. Move on. Right. That’s what I’m going to do. And then, in a few months “ Boom”. I’ll be fine. I’ll just grow a new heart. Greg’s wife: Sam, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Sam: I know. I know. Look, it just doesn’t happen twice. Walter: The tall one with red hair is your cousin Irene... Annie: You’ll recognize her by the disappointed look on her face. Walter:... Who is married to Harold, who ran off with his secretary. Annie: But came back because Irene threatened to put the dog to sleep if he didn’t . Walter: Your brother Dennis is a professor at John Hopkins, who’s married to Betsy. Annie: The most competitive woman in the world. Walter: I don’t see how I’m going to remember all this. Annie: Oh, well, Walter, you will. Walter: Your uncle Miltton lost all of his money... Annie:.... and some other peoples’... Walter:... in a pyramid scheme. Don’t mention the IRS or the federal business system. Your mother is Barbara. Your father is Cliff. Annie: My father has electric trains. Walter: Really? Am I what they had in mind? Annie: Oh, Walter they’re going to love you! Barbara: Everybody, Annie has an announcement. Annie: Walter and I are engaged! Everybody: Yea! Congratulations Walter. Walter: (sneezes) Everybody: Bless you. Bless you. Cliff: Are you all right? Walter: It’s nothing. Annie: Maybe it’s the flowers. Barbara: We’ll move them. Walter: No, no! Don’t touch them. It’s terrible sneezing at a time like this. This is a very important moment for me. Annie: He’s allergic to everything. Don’t worry about it. Harold: Bees... I’m allergic to bees. Irene: Harold is allergic to every type of bee. We always have to carry a hypodermic of adrenaline wherever we go. Annie: If he eats even one tiny piece of a nut... Walter: My head swells up like a watermelon and I drop dead. Irene: It’s the same with Harold and bees. Cliff: Your mother and I had salmon at our wedding, and I really think that a wedding without cold salmon is... Walter: I am not allergic to salmon... I don’t think. But, you never know. Harold: You never know. Irene: Harold wasn’t always allergic to bees. Barbara: Oh, honey, what a shame! We had some champagne and what did we use it for? Dennis: Uncle Milton’s parole. Milton: It was wonderful. Barbara: It was, wasn’t it, Milton? Betsy: When are you getting married, Annie? Cliff: Early June, in the garden. Harold: Does it have to be in the garden? Irene: What about Harold and bees? Harold: I’m allergic to bees. Betsy: We’ll spray. Cliff: Cold Salmon, a lovely cucumber salad, strawberries... Walter: I’m afraid I am allergic to strawberries. Today I consider myself the luckiest m-m-man on the f-f-face of the e-e-earth. Annie: A Lou Gerrig line. You remember? the Lou Gerrig line from... Walter: “ Pride of the Yankees” Annie: “ Pride of the Yankees” Harold: Baseball. It’s baseball. A historical reference. Dennis: I would like to propose a toast... to my kid sister Cliff: To Walter and my baby. Barbara: Everyone, please eat, before it gets cold. Barbara: Here it is. The historical society wanted this and I never would give it to them. Annie: Oh, Mom! Barbara: I notice these things are back in fashion. Annie: Grandmother’s dress. Barbara: He’s a lovely man, Annie. Annie: I know. He is wonderful, isn’t he? And he’s such a wonderful athlete. Barbara: Are his folks nice? Annie: You’ll love them. We’re going down to D.C. tonight to be with them Christmas morning. Barbara: How did it happen? Annie: It’s silly, really. Um, I’d seen him at the office. Obviously I’d seen him, he’s the associate publisher, and then one day, we both ordered sandwiches from the same place and he got my lettuce-and-tomato on whole wheat which of course he was allergic to, and I got his lettuce and tomato on white. Barbara: How amazing! Annie: It is, isn’t it? You make a million decisions that mean nothing and then one day, you order take-out and it changes your life. Barbara: Destiny takes a hand! Annie: Mom, destiny is something we’re invented because we can’t stand the fact that everything that happens is accidental. Barbara: Then how do you explain that you both ordered exactly the same Sandwich, except for the bread? How many people in this world like lettuce and tomato, without something else like tuna? Annie: Well, it wasn’t a sign. It was a coincidence. Barbara: I was in Atlantic city with my family. Cliff was a waiter. He wasn’t even supposed to work that night, and suppose he hadn’t? He asked me to take a midnight walk on the steel pier. I’ve probably told you this a million times, but I don’t care. And he held my hand. At one point I looked down and I couldn’t tell which fingers were his and which were mine, and I knew..... Annie: What? Barbara: You know. Annie: What? Barbara: Magic. It was magic. Annie: Magic? Barbara: I knew we’d be together forever, and that everything would be wonderful, just the way you feel about Walter. Walter, it’s quite a formal name, isn’t it. One of the things I truely knew was that your father and I were going to have a wonderful time in... “ the sack” , I believe you call it. Annie: Mom! Barbara: Of course it took several years before everything worked like clockwork in that department, so don’t be worried if it takes a while. Annie: Well, we already... Barbara: Fine, fine. Fiddle-de-dee. How’s it working? Annie: Like.... clockwork. Barbara: Oh! Honey. Annie: It’s a sign. Barbara: You don’t believe in signs. Annie: They love you. I told you they would love you and they loved you. Walter: I love you. Annie: I love you, Walter. Did anyone call you anything other than “ Walter”? Walter: No. Annie: Not even when you were young? Walter: No. Not even when I was young. You’re sure you don’t want do drive with me? Annie: How will I get back to Baltimore on Friday? Oh, I forgot the present. Walter, I left your step-mother’s present inside by accident. I swear, when we’re old and gray you’re going to have to remind me to put my teeth in. I’ll be walking all over town smacking my gums together and not even noticing. Walter: I’ll wait. Annie: Oh, right. No, don’t wait, Walter. It’s silly. You go ahead. We’re late anyway. I’ll be ten minutes behind you. Annie: (singing) Dr.Marsha: Welcome back to “ You and Your Emotions”. I’m Dr. Marsha Fieldstone, broadcasting live across America from the top of the Sears Tower in Chicago. Tonight, we’re talking about “ Wishes and Dreams “. What’s your wish this Christmas Eve? Annie: What’s your wish?My wish is to turn the radio station... ( She changes the station and then decides to change it back.) Dr.Marsha: Seattle, go ahead. Jonah: Hello, this is Jonah... ( Beep!) Dr.Marsha: No last names, Jonah. You sound younger than our usual callers. How old are you? Jonah: I’m 8. Dr.Marsha: Eight! How come you’re up so late? Jonah: It’s not that late in Seattle. Dr.Marsha: Oh, of course. You’re absolutely right. What’s your Christmas wish, Jonah? Jonah: It’s not for me, it’s for my Dad. I think he needs a new wife. Dr.Marsha: You don’t like the one he has now? Jonah: He doesn’t have one now. That’s the problem. Dr.Marsha: Where’s your mom? Jonah: She died. Dr.Marsha: I’m so sorry to hear that. Annie: (sarcastically) Well, I can believe this. Jonah: I’ve been pretty sad, but I think my dad’s worse. Dr.Marsha: Have you talked to your dad about this? Jonah: No. Dr.Marsha: Why not? Jonah: It’s like it makes him sadder. Dr.Marsha: Well, I can understand that. Jonah, is your dad home right now? Jonah: Yeah. Dr.Marsha: What’s he doing? Is he busy? Jonah: Not really. he’s out on the deck. Dr.Marsha: Well, I’m sure that I can help, but I’m going to need you to help me help him... Annie: Wretched woman! Dr.Marsha: ... so bring your dad to the phone. Annie: Hang up Jonah! Don’t listen to her! Jonah: No way! He’d kill me! Dr.Marsha: Trust me, Jonah. He won’t be angry when he realizes how concerned you are about him. Annie: Wanna bet? (Do you want to bet?) Jonah: OK, but if I get yelled at, I’m never going to listen to your show again. Dr.Marsha: Alright. Fair enough. Jonah: Dad! There is someone on the phone for you. His name is Sam. Dr.Marsha: If you’ve just tuned in, this is Dr. Marsha Fieldstone and tonight’s topic is “ Your Wishes and Dreams” and we’re on the line now with someone from Seattle. Sam: Hello? Dr.Marsha: Hello, Sam. This is Dr. Marsha Fieldstone on Network America. Sam: OK, what are you selling tonight? The micro hibachis or the ginsu knives. Dr.Marsha: No, I’m not selling anything. I just want to help. I want you to know that your son called and he asked me for some advice on how you might find a new wife. Sam: Who is this? Dr.Marsha: Dr. Marsha Fieldstone of Network America and you are on the air. Sam: You called the radio station? Dr.Marsha: Sam, Sam, Sam, Are you with me? Sam: Yeah, yes. Dr.Marsha: Your son feels that since your wife’s death you’ve been very very unhappy and he’s genuinely worried about you. Sam: Hey, get out here. Get out here! Now I’m not going to go through this alone. Dr.Marsha: I think it’s very hard for him to talk to you about all this and I thought maybe you and I could talk, maybe it would make Jonah feel a little better, Sam? Jonah: Talk to her dad, she’s a doctor. Sam: Of what? Her first name could be “ Doctor” Jonah: Please? Dr.Marsha: Sam. Sam. It’s his Christmas wish. Sam: OK. Dr.Marsha: OK. Good. Now I know this is difficult, but how long ago did your wife die? Sam: About a year and a half ago. Dr.Marsha: Have you had any relationships since? Sam: No. Dr.Marsha: No? Why not? Sam: Marsha, or should I call you Dr. Fieldstone. Dr.Marsha: Dr.Marsha. Sam: Dr.Marsha. I don’t mean to be rude.... Dr.Marsha: .... and I don’t want to invade your privacy. Sam and Annie: Sure you do. Dr.Marsha: Go on, Sam. I’m listening. Sam? Sam: We had a pretty tough time there at first, but we’re dealing with it and Jonah and I will get along just fine again, as soon as I break his radio. Dr.Marsha: I have no doubt that you’re a wonderful father. Y’know, you can tell a lot from a person’s voice. Sam: You certainly can. Dr.Marsha: But something must be missing if Jonah still feels you’re under a cloud. Now just a few questions: Are you sleeping at night? Jonah: He doesn’t sleep at all. Sam: How do you know that? Jonah: I live here, dad. Sam: Look, it’s Christmas. Maggie, my wife, she really.. I mean, she loved... she made everything beautiful. It’s just tough this time of year. Any kid needs a mother. Dr.Marsha: Could it be that you need someone just as much as Jonah does? Annie: Yes. Dr.Marsha: Don’t answer that. Let’s get into that right after these messages. Sam? Jonah? Don’t go away. If you’ve just tuned in, we’re talking to “Sleepless in Seattle”. and we’ll be right back, after this break, with your listener response. Sam: What is she talking about? Jonah: This is when other people get to call in and dump on what you said. Sam: (sarcastically) Oh. Oh. This is really fun. And helpful. Waitress1: I bet he’s tall with a cute butt. Waitress2: I bet he hasn’t bathed in weeks and he stinks. Waitress1: Harriet, shut up. Hi, can I help you? Annie: Tea, with the bag out. Waitress1: Y’know. Maybe I’ll just hustle myself out to Seattle and give him a little gift for New Year Eve. Waitress2: Yeah, you go on out there if you want to , but don’t open the refrigerator. They don’t cover anything when they put it in the fridge, they just stick it in there and leave it ‘til if it walks out by itself. Waitress1: What I’m saying is I wouldn’t kick this guy out of my bed for eating crackers. 65 Dr.Marsha: Let’s take a call before we get back to “Sleepless” Knoxville, Tennessee, you’re on the air, talk to me. Woman: Yes, I would just like to know where I can get this man’s address. Waitress1: Honey, get in line. Dr.Marsha: If there was one question I was allowed to ask... Sam: Oh, go ahead. Dr.Marsha: People who have truely loved once are far more likely to love again. Sam, do you think there’s someone out there that you could love as much as your wife? Sam: Well, Dr. Marsha Fieldstone, that’s hard to imagine. Dr.Marsha: What are you going to do? Sam: Well, I’m going to get out of bed, every morning, and breathe in and out all day long and then after a while, I won’t have to remind myself to get out of bed in the morning and breathe in and out and then after a while, I won’t have to think about how I had it great and perfect for a while. Dr.Marsha: Sam, tell me what was so special about your wife? Sam: How long is your program? Well. It was a million tiny little things, and when you add them all up, it just meant that we were supposed to be together. And I knew it. I knew it the first time I touched her. It was like coming home, only to no home I’d ever known. I was just taking her hand, to help her out of a car, and I knew it. It was like... Sam and Annie:... magic. Dr.Marsha: Well folks, it’s time to wrap it up . I’m Dr. Marsha Fieldstone in Chicago, and to all my listeners, a magical and merry Christmas. And to you, “ Sleepless in Seattle”, we hope you’ll call again soon and let us know how it’s going. Sam: Oh, you can count on it. Man: This man sells the greatest soup you’ve ever eaten, and he is the meanest man in America. I feel very strongly about this, Becky, it’s not just about soup. Becky: Do it. What else? Wyatt: New Year’s Eve. Please don’t make me write it. Becky: Listen to this: phone service in the greater Chicago area was tied up for two hours Christmas Eve when some kid calls a phone-in radio show and says his dad needs a new wife. 2000 women called the station asking for the guy’s number. Annie: I heard it. The kid calls up and says his dad needs a wife and the shrink practically forces the guy onto the phone and says “ Do you want to talk about it?” and the guy says “ No, as a matter of fact I don’t. and then suddenly, for no reason at all, he starts to talk about how much he loved his wife and how he just fell in love with her like he was one of those cows in Michigan. Becky: What cows in Michigan? Annie: It was on “ 60-Minutes” there were those cows that go zapped by stray voltage and no one knows why, and maybe it was Wisconsin. But, anyway, I was listening to him talk about how much he loved his wife and suddenly I was crying. It’s like what happens when I watch those phone company ads. I don’t have to see the whole thing, just the part where the daughter gives the mother the refrigerator with the big red bow on it. Becky: Yes. And the Polaroid commercial: two five-year-olds at their grandfather’s birthday party. That kills me. You should write something about this. Annie: About what? Becky: What ever it is. Man: I’ll tell you what it is: Two thousand women calling a radio station looking for a husband? There are a lot of desperate women out there looking for love. Wyatt: Especially over a certain age. Man: You know it’s easier to be killed by terrorists than it is to get married over the age of forty. Annie: That’s not true. That statistic is not true. Becky: That’s right, it’s not true... But it feels true. Wyatt: It feels true because it is true. Becky: There is practically a whole book about how that statistic is not true. Wyatt: Goddamn. You brought it up. Annie: I did not, Wyatt. Did you even read that book? Wyatt: Did anybody read that book all the way through? Becky: Are you two finished? Fine. Now where were we? Annie: If someone is a widower, why do they say that he was “widowed”? Why don’t they say that he was “widowered”? (No one answers) I was just wondering. Becky: What was that about up there? Annie: What was what? Becky: What’s with you? Annie: Nothing with me. Becky: Something’s with you. Annie: What are you saying? Becky: What ever it is, you can tell me. Becky: “Sleepless in Seattle” ? Annie: That’s what she called him at the show because he can’t sleep. Becky: And now 2000 women want his number. The guy could be a crack-head , a transvestite , a flasher , a junkie , a chain-saw murderer or someone really sick. Someone, like my Rick. Annie: Actually, he sounded nice. Becky: Oh? Oh, really. Now we’re getting down to it. Annie: Please, Becky. I’m madly in love with Walter. He did the craziest thing the other night. Becky: What was that? Annie: It’s was so funny; we were hysterical, what was that?.... huh... [Walter and Annie are dancing at a New Year’s Eve party.] Walter: You know, I’m thinking, I’ve got to go up to Boston for the AAB convention, and then I gotta (I have to go) visit Winston Hughs about switching over our computer. Why don’t we meet in New York, Valentine’s Day weekend? Annie: Walter, I’d love to! Walter: We can stay at the Plaza... Annie: ... Ice skate in Central Park. Walter: Register Annie: Register? Walter: for dishes, glasses, silver, everything. How about it? Annie: I’ll take you to Chinatown for dim sum. Walter: Does it have wheat in it? Annie: I don’t think so. [Back in Sam’s house. The New Year’s bell is ringing.] Sam: Wake up, wake up. Oh, there you go. Jonah: Happy New Year. Sam: Happy New Year. Jonah: Kiss Howard. Sam: Good night, Howard. [Sam was in a dream, having a conversation with Maggie.] Maggie: Can I have half your beer? Sam: Sure, go ahead. Maggie: What did I use to say? “ Here’s looking at you”? “ Here’s mud in your eye”. Sam: “ Here’s to us”. You used to say “ Here’s to us”. Oh, I miss you so much. It hurts. Clair: Sam, I’m so glad you’re here. I heard you on the radio. I told everyone about it. I was brushing my teeth and suddenly there you were ! I just couldn’t believe my ears. I called my mother in Las Vegas. I said “ Mother, turn on the radio. That’s my architect.” Y’know, it’s so nice when a man can express his feelings. Sam’s workmate2: It’s wonderful. I wish I could express my feelings. Sam: So, Clair, is there a problem? Clair: I was just tossing and turning last night. - you know what that’s like, Sam - because I realized, I’m just never going go fit my platters in that refrigerator we ordered, and when I give parties, I always put in platters, so I thought I would get the “sub-zero” refrigerator instead. The only problem is... Workmate2: We redo all the cabinets. Sam: That’s a delay, Clair, of two, three.... Workmate3: five, six... Workmate2: twelve weeks. Clair: I don’t know. The important thing is to get it right. Sam: Absolutely. Clair: (mutters something in French.) Workmate2: Well, this is fate. She’s divorced, we don’t want to redo the cabinets and you need a wife. what do they call that when everything intersects? Sam: The Bermuda Triangle [Sam is heading back home and the postman is delivering the mail] Post-man: There’s another one. Do you have room for one more? Jonah: Look at this dad, they’re all for you. Post-man: Yes, sir. Here yo