Mr. Big

Slippery gloves.

"Time frame"?

No, I'm serious. We could both use a vacation.

So every Sunday... church.

But there was nothing.

- It's a lovely church. - Yes, isn't it?

What religion are you?

- I take her to church every Sunday. - Really?

- 'Morning. - Good morning.

- Why don't we have coffee? - I can't. I'm on deadline...

- Kind of like a 7-Eleven? - Come on.

I searched her face looking for the light of recognition.

Aren't you the young lady who made all that noise?

Wait, wait. Put them down a second.

I didn't mean...

I'll introduce you as my girlfriend when I'm sure.

I'll tell you what. I'll buy the tickets.

Are you testing me? Why all the interest in meeting my mother?

You show up at church after I asked you not to.

When we get to St. Barts, you can buy me one big margarita.

Actually, I'm an atheist, but don't tell the minister.

The sun, the sand, you and me. You waiting on me.

I'm so loving that. How come you never told me?

Well, it's just a private little thing...

another girlfriend.