Echoes Of Love

Willie can't stop reminiscing about Lizzy, so he hooks up with her former roommate (Gretchen Corbett); Audrey is depressed because her parents are splitting up, and angry that Doug is representing her mother in the divorce.

Written by David Jacobs; produced by Nigel McKeand; directed by James Sheldon. Gretchen Corbett: Ellen Rickover. Terri Nunn: Jessica Millington. Louise Foley: Audrey Pfeiffer. Brooke Adams: Lizzy.

[Willie is sitting on a park bench, writing. The wind blows one of the pages away; a pretty girl with a tennis racket picks it up.]
Willie: Thank you.
Girl: OK, next?
Willie: Next?
Girl: The next page. Uh, I'm on pins and needles.
Willie: Heh. Thanks again. [sits back down]
Girl: I'm Jessica.
Willie: Willie.
Girl: Hi. [sits down next to him] Well, now then, Willie, when can I read more?
Willie: Well, it'll be a while yet, I... it's still a rough draft.
Girl: Oh. Well, I can wait. Do you play tennis?
Willie: Not regularly.
Girl: Great sport, huh? Although I'm not a proselytizer. Bumper stickers, stuff like that drives me crazy -- I mean, the more converts, the longer I have to wait for a court...
Willie: Of course. That makes sense.
Girl: Do you live with anybody? Go with anybody, see anyone?
Willie: No.
Girl: Are you gay?
Willie (surprised): No.
Girl: Too bad. I was hoping I wouldn't have to take this personally.
Willie: Take it personally?
Girl: I keep giving you openings, and... you keep not taking them.
Willie: Oh... No, wait...
Girl (getting up): No, it's OK, it's OK, really. It's healthy for adorable girls to be rejected now and then -- it restores humility.
Ellen: Do you go to the cemetery?
Willie: No... No, I don't. I hate cemeteries. I don't think they've got anything to do with Lizzy.
Willie: I'm sorry. You do, don't you?
Ellen: Yes, but that's OK. Cemeteries are practical places for practical people, like me. I think of a plot of earth -- practical. While you, the romantic, think of the Cosmos.
Doug: There's more to this than you think.
Buddy: Maybe. But right now, you're helping my best friend's parents to split up. Audrey needs me now, Dad, and she's angry with me.
Doug: Well, I'd like you and Audrey to hear my side of the story.
Buddy: I'm not in the mood for stories.
Doug: Well, I'm in the mood to tell one. Buddy, divorce negotiations can be very ugly. As much as parents love their children, they sometimes use them as weapons.
Buddy: But, Dad --
Doug: I remember the last divorce I handled, the woman wanted it written in that if her husband didn't pick up his son by exactly 5 o'clock on Friday, he'd lose his visitation rights for the whole weekend.
Buddy: Has Mrs. Pfeiffer asked for any of those dumb things?
Doug: No, she hasn't asked for anything yet. But people can be very thoughtless when they're getting a divorce.
Buddy: So you didn't want some strange lawyer to handle her case?
Doug: It doesn't hurt that I know Audrey, I'm fond of her...
Buddy: I can be pretty dense sometimes. I'm sorry. I hope I can make Audrey understand... She can be even denser than me.
Willie: She's not Lizzy. And I know she's not Lizzy.
Kate: She's as close as you can get.
Willie: You're all wrong.
Kate: OK. But if I'm not, then your seeing Ellen isn't moving on, it's holding on.
Kate: No breakfast this morning?
Buddy: No thanks.
Audrey: Yeah, well, we're gonna have it at my house, because I think my mom could use the company.
Kate: Bon appetit.
Audrey: No, just cereal.