Jonathan:
[man takes black cashmire gloves]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, sir, there are ours.
Customer at Bloomingdale's:
Oh, your gloves? Well how come, I mean, they're just sorta hanging there. Sleeping with their little price tag on
Jonathan:
We were just discussing them. This is uhh...
Customer at Bloomingdale's:
Well I have news for you, you can go on discussing them long after I've paid for them.
Jonathan:
Listen, just calm down, all right. Just calm down.
Customer at Bloomingdale's:
[to Sara]
It's 5 days before Christmas and I'm in the middle of a New York department store and he's asking me to calm down?
Jonathan:
Listen these were meant to be a very special gift for someone.
Sara:
Yeah, we've put quite a lot of thought into those.
Customer at Bloomingdale's:
Aww, is that right? Well, who were they for?
Jonathan:
[says simultaneously with Sara]
My girlfriend. Her boyfriend.
Sara:
[says simultaneously with Jon]
My boyfriend. His girlfriend.
Customer at Bloomingdale's:
One pair of gloves for two people?
Jonathan:
This is hard to explain.
Customer at Bloomingdale's:
Try.
Jonathan:
[to Sara]
All right, go ahead.
Sara:
Oh, uh, well he is at the present time my boyfriend...
Jonathan:
...but in 18 months...
Sara:
...after the operation
Jonathan:
...he will be...
Sara:
...she will be...
Jonathan:
...my girlfriend. Do you understand?
