Émission TV: Pepper Dennis - 1x5

Excuse me, do you have any spare jumper cables?
Yeah, I might be able to...
Oh, crap.
Roll it, Chick.
You're a hard man to track down, Mr.
Schiffer.
Now that I've got you, care to respond to claims that you've been selling bogus time-shares in Boca to seniors on fixed incomes?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
You promised them luxury accommodations, free buffets and bingo by the pool.
Instead, they were greeted with mosquito-infested swamps, and an hour's drive to the nearest Denny's.
Now, I'm sorry, but...
God, I hate market research.
I feel so vulnerable, so judged.
Shh, this is my favorite part.
I really have no record of such claims.
Let me refresh your memory.
I shredded that.
Next time...
shred it twice.
Brilliant, Dennis, they love you.
Just doing my job, Jack, just doing my job.
You might be behind that anchor desk sooner than we thought.
Welcome back, Chicago...
Ooh, I'm up.
...another hot, sultry, sunny afternoon.
Perfect day for the lake.
I should know-- I was just there.
Will the weather hold up?
Let's take a look at our five-day forecast.
Once again, thank you for your participation in this market research.
Your feedback will only make us better...
Let's just fly through this, people, and get you to the complimentary pizza.
Hmm, here we go, he's unleashing the hounds.
What do you have to worry about, Babcock?
You just signed a contract.
Focus groups are fickle, Dennis-- no one's safe.
In my last station, one of our best reporters lost his job because the audience didn't respond to him.
You're kidding.
Well, I wouldn't worry about it.
I mean, clearly you had them eating out of your hands.
Thanks.
It did seem to go pretty well out there, didn't it?
I never should have let wardrobe convince me to wear that one-piece on camera.
From now on, it's bikini or bust.
Why don't we get started with Pepper Dennis?
You watched her do a piece tonight about a real estate agent taking advantage of his elderly clientele.
Comments?
That guy was a sleaze.
Well, let's focus on Ms.
Dennis.
Now, what words come to mind describing her?
Smart?
Okay, smart.
Good.
Good, what else?
Tough.
Okay, smart, tough.
Easy on the eyes.
She's kind of intense, though.
Intense.
Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
Just an observation.
What do you mean by that?
Well, you know what her problem is?
She takes everything so seriously.
It's the news.
Of course I'm going to take it seriously.
Jack, tell them it's the news.
So you think she should be a little less serious?
Well, would it kill her to crack a smile every so often?
That's a valid note.
What would you know about it?
You know what she should do?
She should watch that anchor.
Yeah, he's got a healthy, beautiful smile.
Crest White Strips.
Secret weapon.
Charlie Babcock could totally help her.
Idiots!
Idiots!
Then she wouldn't come off like such a...
Bitch?
Bitch.
That's one scary broad.
They think you're good, Dennis, that's not the problem.
The problem is your "Homeability" is in the toilet. "
Homeability" isn't even a word, Jack.
It is to the network brass, Dennis.
What's Homeability?
Homeability refers to how you're perceived in the home.
What it feels like to have you in people's living rooms with them.
Part of the family, so to speak.
Settle!
Take Babcock, for example.
His Homeability's through the roof.
Men want to hang out with him, women are charmed, kids think he's "cool."
Blanca Martinez, terrific Homeability.
Men want to sleep with her, women want her makeup.
Nice work, Makeup.
Sorry.
Dennis, no question you can sniff out a story as good as anybody.
But, unfortunately, tests don't lie.
Public perception is you come off too serious.
You're too focused on your work.
Our family has been saying that for years.
Kathy!
I am not about to let 40 unemployed Roger Ebert wannabes influence how I do my job.
Don't sweat it, Dennis.
There are places where reporters like you can flourish.
Ever heard of NPR?
Excuse me.
Can I say something?
No!
You can't ask a leopard to change its spots, Jack.
And my "spots" are hard-hitting stories and a fierce dedication to the job.
If that's not good enough for our audience...
You'll become a behind-the-scenes producer.
What?
That's what happens.
I've seen it a thousand times.
Good news?
It's fixable.
And I have some ideas.
Meanwhile, here is what the people say.
You might want to take a gander.
Are you aware that the city of Venice is sinking?
Venice, Italy?
Yes.
And if we don't do something, the entire magnificent island will be gone in less than 40,000 years.
Kathy, I have a lot going on right now.
I understand, which is exactly why you need a distraction.
I am hosting a Rescue Venice gala this Friday at the Italian Consulate.
Bryce and I were chairing the event, but now that there's no more Bryce...
I was going to drop out until I realized this is the perfect opportunity for me to take a spin in the dating gondola.
Isn't it a little soon after escaping from the marriage Titanic?
Not if the lifeboat is filled with the city's most intelligent, upwardly mobile, and philanthropic men.
So will you come?
A celebrity like you could really lend a lot of visibility to the cause.
Maybe you should ask someone with a better Homeability rating.
I may end up hurting you.
Hmm, good point.
Thank you.
Those tests are ridiculous.
Suddenly, I'm not likeable?
I'm likeable, aren't I?
You have your moments.
I can't believe people want Blanca Martinez and her weather balloons in their living rooms.
It's gross.
Sure I'm tough, but it's my job to be tough.
People want tough.
They need tough, don't they?
They need tough.
I mean, is this really what people respond to?
Look at that scamming smile, those phony good looks.
How could Chicago be so enamored?
The guy's average-looking, at best.
Come in.
Hey, Chet, how goes it?
Not bad.
It's Chick, actually.
Right.
I'd change that.
It's my name.
If you insist, but it's holding you back.
You left this at the morning meeting.
Thanks.
No problem...
You know, I just want to say that those tests are wrong.
Pepper Dennis is the best reporter that this town has ever seen, and I think that it would be wrong-- I mean, like tragically wrong-- if the powers that be try to change her to fit into some cookie-cutter mold, when in fact it should be the other way around, meaning the rest of us should all try to be more like Pepper Dennis.
Anyway, I gotta go.
Hey, not so fast.
I'm glad you came in here.
This feels good.
What feels good?
Talking.
Shooting the bull with a coworker.
With a guy.
I don't know if you've noticed, but this place is flooded with women.
Not normally an issue for me, but, you know, ever since I got into town, I've been feeling a little off.
Maybe this is what I needed.
You know?
A bud.
Yeah, well, good luck with that.
Hey, you a Bulls fan?
I got tickets to the game tonight.
Courtside.
Why don't you come with?
No.
No, I got plans.
Thanks, anyway.
Troubling.
What is?
A 96% approval rating with women.
Four percent got away.
Damn it, Chick.
I want them.
I need them.
Well, what do you mean?
You're saying that of all the women in Chicago-- single, married, young, old-- 96% of them...?
Would follow me into a burning building.
How do you do it?
My secrets of seduction aren't something you can glean in ten minutes.
It's gonna take at least a couple hours.
You know what?
I think I'm free tonight, after all.
Are you sure about this?
Yeah, it's a no-brainer.
Audiences love dogs.
Cuddle, smile, watch your Homeability rocket.
Trust me, I've done this before.
I feel slightly cheapened, Jack.
Grit your teeth, Dennis.
This won't hurt a bit.
You know anything about dogs?
No, not really.
It'll be fine.
How do I look?
Great.
As usual.
But it could be better.
Hit me with some of Blanca's stuff.
Ah, you don't want that, honey.
The people have spoken, and they love her makeup.
Pepper, Pi�a Pie is not you.
Neither is the pooch, but the viewers want Homeability.
Let's hit 'em with both barrels.
I really don't think this is a good idea.
Kimmy?
Gimmee!
Slather it on, sister.
Don't be shy.
Pew!
What's in this?
Vitamin E, aloe.
I told you!
Go shorter or go home.
And just a hint of cheap whore.
Welcome back.
And Chicago, get out your hankies because it's time for one of my favorite segments.
Our very own Pepper Dennis is going to take "A Moment 4 Mutts."
Pepper?
Yes, Charlie.
This is where the WEiE family, in conjunction with the ASPCA, helps find homes for stray dogs rescued from the streets of Chicago.
Can you describe this month's pick of the litter?
Yes, I can, Charlie.
This little honey over here is Sir Randolph Rags.
He's housebroken, friendly, and estimated to be about 18 months old.
Cute!
Sir Randolph seems a little anxious.
It must be stage fright.
You know, Pepper, having taken Best Bitch with my poodle Connie at many a dog show, I can tell you the best way to calm a dog...
Thank you, Charlie, but as a lifelong dog lover, I know that the best way to deal with dogs is to get right down to their level.
Actually, they don't like it when...
Hello, Sir Randolph.
What a good boy.
Sir Randolph?
Sir Randolph.
No!
Thanks, Pepper.
I can't believe I took Sir Randolph flak at Bean Time.
I'm ruined at the coffee place, and all it took was a 60-second pet adoption sequence.
That barrista was one freaky dog lady.
She doesn't speak for all of Chicago.
This is not soy.
I just know it.
Hi.
What's up, Kimmy?
How do you know my name?
What are you doing here, Mitch?
Mitch?
Mi-Mitchie?
Little Mitchie Dinkle?
I-I...
I didn't recognize you, I...
I mean, I haven't, I haven't seen you since...
My high school graduation party.
Yeah, which...
that must've been like...
Three years ago.
Which would make you...
Twenty-one.
Wow.
Quit hassling her, Mitch.
Okay.
Oh, he wasn't.
I mean...
So...
I got to go, but, uh...
Yeah, anyway, I just, I can't believe...
All right, so anyway...
Bye.
Why are you here?
Why is he here?
I hired him to bartend the Rescue Venice party.
We were just about to discuss his budget.
He's in college.
So?
So, whatever money you give him, he's just gonna buy a case of gut-rot liquor, a can of fruit juice, mix it up in some nasty concoction, and pocket the rest.
Is this true?
Probably.
Kathy, do you have any messages for me?
PETA called.
They're concerned about Sir Randolph.
Okay, this is getting out of hand.
I love dogs.
No, I wasn't trying to agitate him.
I was trying to calm him.
If it hadn't been for that ridiculous lip gloss...
Double overtime!
What a game.
I...
I can't believe those seats.
Yeah, well, you stick with me, Chickster, and you'll never get stuck in the cheapseats again.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Good game.
How about we shortcut this and I write you a check?
M orning.
Morning, Chickster.
Okay, this is awkward.
Chick, you are my cameraman.
How can you whore yourself out to Charlie Babcock for a seat to a basketball game?
I can throw some tickets your way.
I get comped from time to time.
Not courtside.
I didn't want to, but he...
he just...
I don't know what it is.
But, one second, I'm thinking, "What a jerk."
And, the next thing I know, I'm chugging back beers with him at the game, talking about meaningless crap, and having the best time of my life.
I can't help myself.
The guy's just...
He's charming.
Today I mourn, with all of Chicago, the loss of Herman Stump, better known as Silent Stumpy, local mime, legend, lover of children, animals and, lest we forget, women.
Herman was married nine times.
From all of us at WEiE we leave you with these images of Silent Stumpy.
Today I mourn, with all of Chicago, the loss of Herman Stump...
Dennis?
Babcock.
What a surprise.
My Silent Stumpy obit.
It's a thing of beauty, isn't it?
Didn't notice.
I was looking for a homemade ravioli segment for a dinner party I'm having.
You know how that goes.
Right.
So, looking for pointers?
Please.
Lousy Homeability ratings would throw me into a tizzy.
That stupid test?
You got to be kidding me.
Is that why Jack had you do the dog segment?
To improve your numbers?
Wow.
That backfired, huh?
Please go away.
One piece of good news.
PETA's off your back.
I've officially adopted Sir Randolph.
Connie needed a companion, so I took him home.
You should see how they snuggle.
Anyway, it's about time for their walk, so...
Babcock, two days ago, I thought I was a great reporter-- that people out there appreciated me, got me.
And now I'm just...
I don't know.
Suddenly, I'm questioning everything I do.
Dennis, if you want me to teach you what I know, all you have to do is say, "Teach me."
You can't be serious.
It's up to you.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Teach me.
What's that?
Teach me.
Once again?
Teach me!
Oh, sorry, Dennis.
It's not something you learn.
It's something you're born with.
Don't toy with me, Babcock.
Dennis, I have three golden rules.
Listen close.
Rule one: Look right into the lens.
Seduce it.
Buy it dinner, loosen it up with a few drinks, and then make love to it.
Rule two.
Play each story as if it is the most significant tale you have ever told.
No matter how dumb, or stupid, or insignificant your story is, give it weight.
Because you care.
Number three...
be naked.
Naked?
Before your audience.
Don't cover up any part of yourself.
Let them see the true you.
Every dimple, every curve.
If they see all of you, Dennis, as I have, believe me, Homeability will not be an issue.
That is the most ridiculous load of crap I've ever heard.
I need to be naked, Jack!
My God, Dennis, I'm downloading pictures of my niece here!
I thought it was simple before.
Cozy up to a puppy and slap on some lipstick.
But I realize now, it's deeper than that.
Chicago needs to see the true Pepper Dennis, and I have an idea of how to show them everything.
Welcome back, Chicago.
On the lighter side, our own Pepper Dennis is live at Babe Ruth Field with the heartwarming tale of a boy with a dream.
Pepper.
Charlie, local Chicago history has been made this year by Bucky Stromsoe, who has led his team to the Pony League State Championships.
Bucky, you've led the league in pitching with a record of 11-1, but it hasn't always been so easy for you, has it?
Tell us what happened to you two years ago.
I got cancer.
The doctors said I'd never play baseball again.
They were wrong, weren't they?
Yeah.
Well, Bucky, I think I speak for the entire WEiE audience when I say you are truly an inspiration to us all.
He spent two years battling for his life, and now he's battling for the state championship.
A moving story, indeed.
That was our own Pepper Dennis, live, with a real-life hero.
We're not done yet, Charlie.
Right, Bucky?
You ready?
Sure thing.
Come on, guys.
Let's see the heat!
Wow!
Charlie, did you see that?
Now, that's a future major leaguer, if I ever saw one.
Whoo!
Strike two.
Feel the breeze.
I just hope the scouts from the Cubs are watching.
Jump on the supermarket walkout, Johnson.
Head over to the lake, see what you can dig up on the illegal fishing operations, Sapinsky.
That's my story.
And Bobby, go over to the Babe Ruth Field cover the prayer vigil for Bucky.
They removed the trach.
He's going to be fine.
Speaking of which, do I direct every call of outrage to Legal, or just the ones who are threatening lawsuits?
Use your judgment, Little Dennis.
Meeting adjourned.
Make me proud, people.
Jack, I'm sure this is just an oversight, but I did not get an assignment.
Nobody gets a story every day, Dennis.
I do.
Dennis, I'm protecting you.
The truth is, we've been getting a lot of calls.
You haven't been yourself out there.
The audience can sense it.
I haven't been myself?
Of course I haven't.
Isn't that the point of all this?
Just take a couple of days, Dennis.
Believe me, it's for the best.
You're not going to leave me alone, are you?
You've taught me everything I know, and I love what I do, Jack, but I don't want to be a beat reporter forever.
I want to be anchor.
National.
And if I don't get past this stupid Homeability thing, I may never get that.
Please, send me out there.
All right.
There's a ribbon-cutting ceremony.
New research wing at the hospital.
Big builder, Wade Benson, donated it.
He's gonna cut the ribbon, you interview him, everyone feels good.
No dogs, no kids.
Go.
Jack, you're a saint.
Don't muck it up.
I'm covering a ribbon-cutting ceremony and I had to beg for it.
I haven't been in this position since I was an intern.
I know, I know.
It's so wrong.
I mean, you're one of the best reporters this town has...
Save the suck-up for Babcock, Brutus.
Great.
Great.
I told you she'd be pissed.
Hanging out with Babcock like that.
Hey, the guy has a 96% approval rating among women.
That's the only reason I'm doing it.
I'm learning from the master.
Oh, so I'm not good enough.
Chick, why have I been wasting my time trying to get your bony ass laid if you're going to turn around and take lessons from Babcock?
Don't take it personally, okay?
Charlie isn't like the rest of us.
Women of all shapes and sizes essentially throw themselves at him.
I'm just learning how he does it.
And tonight, at that Rescue Venice party, I am going to use what I've learned.
On Pepper.
Whoa.
Excuse me, Nurse.
Did you need a doctor?
'Cause I mean, I can operate.
It's not something you learn, fool.
It's something you're born with.
I just look at this as a chance to give back to the city I love.
Great, Mr.
Benson.
We'll put this on tape right after the ribbon-cutting.
Terrific.
Okay.
Dennis here.
Hey, just checking in.
No need, Jack.
The story writes itself.
Ridiculously rich, handsome builder gives back to the place where he was born.
30 seconds of sweetness to make up for a new scastriddled with violence, crime and economic strife.
Good.
Get out of my way.
You got to leave.
I barely have to say a word.
That's the idea.
Nothing fancy, remember.
Stick to the story.
Right.
Excuse me.
Who was that man?
Wrong wing.
He was looking for the emergency room.
I see.
Benson's bodyguard said you were looking for the ER.
But you already got your cast and crutches.
What's on your mind?
Leave me alone.
You wanted to talk to Benson, didn't you?
Why don't you go back to your nice, polite little ceremony?
That's all anyone cares about, anyway.
No one wants the real story.
I do.
Local 504.
Carpenter's Union, right?
Did you get those crutches on the job?
Sullivan.
Scott Sullivan.
Well, I need to talk to him.
No, this can't wait for his next break.
I need two form of ID, please.
It's him.
Please, this is urgent.
We have a system here, sweetcheeks.
We need that file.
I go on the air in less than three minutes.
Esperate.
I got Delgado on the line.
He poured concrete on the job.
Find Sullivan.
Mr.
Delgado, I might be able to help you get your bills paid for that dislocated shoulder.
But I need a statement and I need you to get that statement to me in the next two minutes.
Got e-mail?
You lost her?
I wouldn't say I lost her.
I would say you lost her.
We're on in 60 seconds!
You find her, Camera, or you're fired.
I cook all day, and he doesn't say a single thing.
Now, I have been making that pot roast for 50-some years.
And without fail, people go berserk.
So I say to him...
Come on!
Catch up with me!
Jack, I'm going a different way with the story.
I'm onto something that's going to turn this piece of fluff into breaking news.
To hell with Homeability, Jack.
I'm a reporter.
I didn't get in this game to win a popularity contest.
This is Pepper Dennis.
I'm here with Wade Benson.
Mr.
Benson, you weren't only the benefactor of the new Benson Wing, but as Chicago's largest builder you also personally oversaw the construction of this project.
That's right, and seeing this dream realized, it's...
It's one of the proudest days of my life.
A lot of blood, sweat and tears went into it.
Very much so.
A lot of injuries, too.
What?
Mr.
Benson, do you know this man?
Well, no, I...
His name is Javier Diaz.
He fell off a faulty scaffold at this very construction site and claims you are refusing to pay him workmen's comp.
Well, that's ridiculous.
I have an $84,000 invoice from this very hospital to Mr.
Diaz.
Also we're hearing from reliable sources that there are five additional injured workers who have yet to be compensated.
Get me my lawyer.
Live from Addison General Hospital where the headaches have just begun, I'm Pepper Dennis, WEiE News.
Windy City News.
Now.
Nice work today, Dennis.
The guy was a sleaze, and you nailed him.
So, how were my numbers?
Down.
Viewers thought you were a little harsh.
Benson's a crook, but he did build a research wing.
I'll never win them over, will I?
Dennis, when they brought you in here and they asked me to train you, I took one look at this skinny blonde girl and I thought, "She ain't gonna last a day."
Who would have thought you'd end up my protege?
Now you may not be what corporate thinks they need in a reporter, but I know better.
You got the goods, kid.
And it'll come.
And so long as I'm here, so are you.
You know that research group got one thing right: you are too focused on your work.
Go out tonight.
Have a couple of drinks.
Forget about all this for the night.
You don't have to please anyone.
Just be yourself.
Thanks, Jack.
Pepper Dennis?
Yes.
Why are you here?
Is something going down?
No, just having a drink.
Looking for a good time.
Seriously, is this charity a mafia front or something?
No, my sister's hosting.
Okay, I'm out of here.
And this is an original handcrafted vase by the artist Giuseppe Pennella.
I like it.
Pennella specializes in, um...
lamps and vases and garden art.
He has a studio here in Chicago, but was originally trained by the Venetian artisans.
Go on.
Um, this piece has an estimated value of...
Excuse me.
Let's get out of here.
And go where, exactly?
I keep a room over at the Drake.
We'll be back in half an hour.
What is wrong with you?
Is this what people do?
What has happened in the last decade since I was single?
I could eat your lips right off your face.
What can I get you?
Nothing.
I lost my drink ticket.
Are you trying to get me drunk?
Absolutely.
Venetian punch?
Two.
Okay.
What's in these, anyway?
What's not?
Can I borrow you for a sec?
Were you just flirting with my little brother?
No.
Funny, 'cause I just saw you do your little forearm rub, onto a left-handed hair flip followed by a phony laugh finish, like you do when you flirt.
Okay, fine.
What can I say?
He's hot.
Kimmy, might I remind you that Mitch is the reason you swore off child bearing after an unfortunate baby-sitting incident?
Grease fire.
Oh, my God.
You're right.
What-What am I thinking?
This week has been crazy enough.
I just don't know if I could handle the perverse pairing of my best friend and my kid brother.
No, you're right, you're right, I get it.
Thank you for the reality check.
You're welcome.
Now let's dance.
You don't dance.
Kimmy, this week has been a complete nightmare.
But tonight I'm going to do what Jack said-- leave work and Homeability at the office and just be myself.
And myself is fun...!
Aren't I fun, Kimmy?
The booze certainly helps.
I need to cut loose and cut loose big.
That means tonight, I dance.
Don't you hate these things?
I would've left a half hour ago, had I not personally organized the entire thing.
You should be arrested.
At the very least, reprimanded.
I'm Vincent.
I'm Kathy.
Feeling better?
Yeah.
Speaking of feeling, can you feel your feet?
No.
Me, neither.
I'm a mushroom fanatic.
Do you self-pick?
All the time.
I was just up in Palmyra a couple of months ago.
For the morels?
Yes.
Me, too.
I was there, too.
This is insane.
No, I'm a member of the Lakeshore Shroomers.
We're going up to Godfrey Lake next weekend for a giant fungus hunt.
We have a block of amazing rooms there at this incredible inn.
And they serve the most amazing...
Hi.
Hi.
Amy, this is Kathy.
Kathy, this is Amy, my fiancee.
Oh.
Oh, we were just talking about the, uh...
Mushrooms.
I heard.
Chick?
Chick!
Chick!
Chick, Chick, Chick, Chick...
I can't believe it, Chick.
What?
Nothing, I'm just seeing you in a whole new way tonight.
You are?
Chick, are you available?
A..
Available?
'Cause I know a girl who's going through a little bit of a rough patch right now.
You do?
Chick, would you be interested in dating...
Yes...
...my sister?
Oh.
Who invited them?
Too kind, too kind.
How did we miss that?
We're really drunk.
On behalf of the Chicago chapter of Rescue Venice, thank you for all your support.
Blanca here and I are thrilled to be at such a wonderful event.
We should go.
Oh, but we're not the only television personalities who care.
Ladies and gentlemen, WEiE's own Pepper Dennis...
...is here.
When I learned about this event, I cried.
Tears are water, and water is why we are here tonight.
Rescue Rome.
I'll get the coats.
Where you going, Dennis?
Babcock, why did you do that?
Since when does Pepper Dennis shy away from the spotlight?
Ever since I became a pariah thanks to my nonexistent Homea...
Homea...
Homeability.
No.
Homeability.
Are you drunk?
Please.
Just go back to your adoring public.
Hey...
I'm not the enemy here.
No, but you're the number one most favorite that everyone loves best.
And you don't even care.
You don't even try.
Do you realize I'll never have that?
I'll never have that relationship with the audience.
And the sad secret is, I love them.
I love the people of Chicago.
Everything I do is in service to them.
And they...
have rejected me.
I'm sorry, Dennis.
That sucks.
And all I wanted to do was get away from the job and have some fun tonight.
And I'm failing at that, too.
Hey.
I know what'll put a spring in your step.
The tango.
This isn't a good idea.
I don't feel too good.
Ten years of the Dance Doctor.
Not too shabby, huh?
I feel a little woozy.
They love you, Dennis.
Big finish.
And...
Gee, that's got to be chilly.
Hey, yo!
Taxi!
Hey!
Dennis, you sure you're going to be okay?
Pepper Dennis!
That's another angry viewer.
Let's make a run for it.
No, I have to talk to you.
Lady...
can't you see what I've been reduced to here?
I can't take any more criticism, not now.
No.
I'm Javier Diaz's wife.
Benson's lawyers called.
They've agreed to pay all of my husband's hospital bills.
That report you did, you saved our family.
Ms.
Dennis...
thank you.
Why can't people like you be in the test audience?
How'd she find me?
I don't know.
That was really, really nice.
Hey, uh, 680 Lakeshore Drive.
Maybe I'd better come with.
Men suck.
Oh, hey.
I had high hopes for tonight, you know?
Can it really be so impossible to find a single, available man at a party who isn't socially stunted, perverted or engaged?
I'm sort of surprised you're even looking.
Didn't you just get divorced?
Not just.
Yes, just.
Well, maybe what you need is to not meet someone.
Maybe you should be alone for a while, you know?
I don't think I know how.
I met Bryce when I was 17.
Even when he went away on business trips, I'd hole up at my mother's.
How do you do it?
I would be the expert.
I didn't mean it like that.
You find things...
you know?
Little things that mean a lot.
There's one thing I can show you right now...
if you want.
Mitch.
Kimmy.
I have to tell you something.
Your sister...
is my best friend.
And her friendship means more to me than anything in the entire world, so...
What I'm trying to say is that it was really fun talking to you before, but I just, I don't want you to get the wrong impression.
You will always be Little Mitchie to me.
Got it.
I got some excellent cannabis...
if you're interested.
No thanks, Mitch.
Kimmy.
That did not happen.
What you're looking for are virgins.
You don't want the ones that have been reheated five times.
Just baked.
That's what you want.
That one and that one.
Thank you.
It's okay.
It's not really my style.
Oh, my God.
Yeah?
Oh...
my God.
Manny's pretzels have gotten me through many a lonely night.
What now?
We go home.
You going to be okay, Dennis?
Yeah, Babcock.
Thanks.
You know, Dennis...
You made a fool out of yourself the last few days trying to be like me.
But the truth is, you could never be me.
Me?
I'm a face.
People feel comfortable with me, but...
You?
You're a reporter.
When I look at you sometimes, I see Cronkite.
Not the bod, just...
the style, you know?
Pointed, unwavering.
You cut right to the heart of it, Dennis.
You cut right to the heart of it.
I hope that's something I can learn from you.
I don't know.
Maybe that's not something you learn, maybe that's just something you're born with.
Dennis?
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