When's your last day?
A week from next Friday. Ah. It's funny how things turn out, you know?
Like if I had chosen criminal law over consumer law,
we would never have worked together.
If I had decided to go into private practice, we would never have met. That's right.
I went straight into government work.
Actually, if my father hadn't been a lawyer, I doubt I would have gone to law school at all. I don't know about that, Joe.
You like arguing too much.\
I think you were meant to be a lawyer.
But if I hadn't met Nancy, I would have gone to a different law school.
Really? Where? Stanford.
And I wouldn't have met Nancy, if I'd been more coordinated. Go on.
I was playing touch football in college.
I went out for a pass.
I had my eye on the ball...
on the ball...on the ball...and ran right into a tree. Oooh.
Nancy was the first concerned bystander to reach me.
No kidding.
So, Joe ,if I had watched where I was going,
You and I would have missed each other entirely!
What a week, Here's to its end. Cheers!
Do we have plans for tonight?
Originally, I thought we could go dancing.
But I'm beginning to realize that's not going to happen.
I'd be happy sitting here all night.
Me too, as long as you continue to fill our glasses. Done.
Richard, do you remember coming home from work on Friday night,
and lying down for a rest before we'd go out?
Ha! We'd wake up on Saturday morning.
Why are weekends only two days?
I need at least three to recover from the week. Yeah.
Ha. Try taking a weekend off in real estate.
They don't exist.
Well folks, the ting little weekend we have is here.
Right. I say, dinner out, then a movie.
NO, no, no! please! I dread getting up out of the chair.
C'mon vonne. If I can do it, you can. OK,I give up.
No, you get up. We all get up.