Willie has a fling with a ballet dancer (Stephanie Zimbalist); Doug purchases a work-out set by mail-order.
Written by Edward Zwick; produced by Nigel McKeand; directed by Edward Zwick.
Stephanie Zimbalist: Josie.
Rene Auberjonois: Alvin.
David Landsberg: waiter.
Fred Carney: Thomas.
[Willie is backing into a parking space when he sees Josie headed for it] Willie: Hey hey hey! Hey, wait a minute, hey lady! I was backing in! Josie: Not into my parking space. Willie: What you mean, your parking space? Josie: Careful now, I'm pulling in. Willie: Hey, hey! Wait, wait, wait, lady! Wait -- [collision] Willie: Terrific! [they get out of their cars] Willie: Excuse me, miss, about my parking light -- may I have your name, please, for the insurance? Josie: Oh, come on. Willie: What're [sic] "come on"? I need your name for the insurance. Josie: No! Willie: What do you mean, "no"? Josie: No. See ya. [Walks away, and into some building] Willie: Hey, you can count on it!
[interlude: Doug unpacking his Flex-O-Ciser]
[Josie comes out of the building and tries, in vain, to start her car; Willie walks by and peers into the window] Willie: Uh, excuse me... I think that's your rotor cap. [Josie tries again, to no avail] Willie: As a matter of fact, I'm sure -- that's your rotor cap. Josie: Oh yeah? How do you know? [Willie displays the rotor cap in his hand] Josie: Now you put that back where you found it! Willie: Pay for my light. Josie: Your parking light? This was my space. Willie: You pulled into the spot, you hit my car, and you busted my light. Josie: Now, that is not true. If you had done as I told you and pulled forward, none of this would've happened. As a matter of fact, I think I -- Willie: Wait a second, wait a second, lady. Josie: What? Willie: Why don't you have coffee with me? Josie: Not on your life! [cut to them sitting at a table] Waiter: OK, what'll it be? Josie: Oh, I don't know. What are you gonna have? Willie: I don't know. Josie: Well, how about a chocolate milkshake, extra thick? Willie: You have a milkshake. Josie: OK, I will. No no no, I won't. Willie: She'll have a milkshake. Chocolate, extra thick. Josie: I can't. Waiter: OK, we've got how many milkshakes? Josie: One. Willie: Two. Waiter: Got it. Chocolate? Josie: Extra thick. [the waiter leaves] Josie: Thanks. I allow myself about one a month.