Autumn in New York

- My friends definitely like me more.
- What's your point?

That I’m way out front
in the love race.

- Love? Love is not a race.
- Our love is.

- Our love?
- Yes, we're going for it, aren't we?

Why not?
- Alright, I have to tell you something.
- What?

I never had a date for the benefit.
- Really?
- Yeah.

I was kind of wondering about that.
- I made that hat for myself?
- Yes.

- You bought that dress for me?
- Yeah.

You did all that so you could
get a hold of me and muss me up?

First of all, you have great taste
because that dress was amazing.

- Thank you.
- And second, you didn't have to lie.

If you wanted to seduce me,
all you had to do was ask.

That's not seducing,
that is asking.

Besides - I don't know why - but women
seem to love it when you lie to them.

There isn't a lie in the world
I'd rather hear than the truth.

There she goes again, stepping out
on me and breaking my heart.

Even he likes me more.
You're fired.
- Come on, it's just...
- No! Ouch! Ouch!