Eve's Christmas

Good morning.

Hey, mind if I steal your cab?

Go ahead.

Say, who is that fella that used to come around here?

Haven't seen him in a while.

Nah, he was a jerk.

Oh, I have a nephew about your age.

No, I'm really running late.

He's coming over tomorrow to visit.

Oh, I'm going to Aspen this weekend.

With a gentleman?

Maybe.

- Well, you have yourself a merry Christmas dear.

You too.

Madison Avenue, Bernstein & Barlow building please.

Life is about a series of moments.

A collection of memories.

Your company Cumberland Wines, caters to those moments.

Your products are apart of the memories

that will last forever.

You want to speak to the people, speak to their hearts.

When they think of your products,

you want them to equate it

with the best times of their lives.

When your customer is deciding which wine to buy,

and he or she sees your label, the Cumberland Wines label...

They are gonna remember their wedding,

they are going to remember the perfect

Sunday afternoon picnic with that special someone.

You're selling the wine,

but at Bernstein & Barlow, we're selling the memories.

Eve.

Peter Marshall needs to reschedule next Tuesday,

wants to get together for a coffee?

I hate coffee.

Wait, who is that again?

- Pete and Repeat, it's a top rated variety show.

- Book him for the week after next, no coffee.

Okay.

Thank you sir.

Thank you.

Congratulations, well done.

Thank you.

Outstanding.

Thank you very much.

Andrew Shandling wants to invite you

to their holiday party.

How did that new series do?

Terrible.

Tell him I'm booked 'til March.

Evil.

Actually, better make it April.

Oh, did we get the puppet for the Fresh Pace pitch?

One Mr. Thirsty.

Ha, tell me.

Is this the face that'll sell toothpaste or what?

- I don't know, makes me want to brush my teeth right now.

Any other calls?

- Why don't you just ask if Mr. Barlow called?

Did Mr. Barlow call?

- He wants to see you in his office at three.

How'd he sound?

Pleased.

Oh, before I forget...

Merry Christmas.

Oh, Eve...

Bruce Springsteen front row?

You deserve it.

You are the best!

I love Bruce Springsteen.

We love Bruce Springsteen, yes we do.

To 20 million dollars.

Cheers.

And this place, wow.

Where did you find this place anyway?

- Now I don't strike you as the outdoorsy type?

Not particularly, no you don't.

Ah, it was a very long time ago.

In another life.

Well...

You know, eight years ago, the moment I saw your resume,

I knew you were the right girl for the job.

I think you mean the moment

you saw the picture in my file.

Well...

Looks like I chose wisely, huh?

Neil.

What?

Come on.

We'll have plenty of time tomorrow.

Ah, tomorrow--

Aspen, a romantic holiday getaway...

Look...

I can't.

We've been planning this for months.

Yeah, well it's Christmas.

You're separated.

- I know, I know, but she called last night

and it's the kids.

It's the kids, they're sick.

Kenny's got a cold.

You are a lousy liar.

Eve...

Come on, look, Eve.

Hey look Eve, don't.

Don't what?

Make a fool of myself?

It's a bit late for that.

She keeps him grounded.

He's lost without her.

She's got him by the prenup.

It's his bank account he's worried about.

I'm the girl in the office

that all the wives hate.

I'm the other woman.

- Forget about it, you're better off without that creep.

People have relationships all the time.

I mean, what is wrong with me?

I have talent, I am an artist.

I think you're drunk.

I am not drunk!

You're slurring your words.

I am not slurring my words.

Okay, so...

Maybe I'm a little buzzed.

You know what you need,

is a steaming cup of black coffee.

Ugh, I hate coffee.

I know.

Come on.

Aw look at him, look at him.

Women...

Women with their husbands, women with their boyfriends,

women with their children.

And they're happy.

Why aren't I happy?

- Because you're drunk and you get sad when you're drunk.

I do not get sad when I'm drunk.

Eve, I've known you for 30 years.

You have everything that you've ever wanted.

Look it, look, look, look, look, look,

look at these two, look it.

You know what they're gonna do?

They're gonna go home, they're gonna hang their stockings,

the fireplace, they're gonna lie down you know,

by their Christmas tree

and they're gonna drink eggnog.

You used to love Christmas.

You were gonna get married on Christmas, remember?

Ugh, bah humbug.

Why don't you go to Oregon with me?

No.

- It's Christmas Eve and you can't be alone,

I mean your parents would love to see you.

I haven't been there in eight years,

I'm not gonna go now.

- When was the last time you even talked to them, Eve?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

You're so noble, the only reason that you're going

is that so you can see Brian.

Am not!

- You have been pining over the guy since high school

and you still haven't even spoken to him.

- At least I didn't date my best friend's boyfriend.

Okay, you and Scott dated for two weeks.

So?

Maybe I should've married him.

- Then you could've hired that crazy French lady,

do you remember her?

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

Excuse me.

Got any change?

No.

Oh, don't worry about me.

When your money's funny and your change is strange...

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

You've been drinking.

What?

No.

Got something on your mind?

Yes, yes I do.

I'd really like to go home.

To have a Merry Christmas.

Well if there's anything you need...

Don't forget...

Forget what?

It's Christmas, Eve.

You can always wish upon the Christmas star.

Thanks, yeah thank you.

There you are, what were you doing?

Oh, that bum just wanted some money.

You have no messages.

Merry Christmas to you too!

Say hi to the camera, dad!

Baby, they're killing us out there.

She doesn't care about football.

Oh, you should've hit that you lazy...

20 seconds left,

we'll never get possession.

A lot could happen.