Head Over Heels

- Afternoon, ladies.
- When will we go to the Poconos again?

Amanda, I need your help.
Take a look at this piece of crap.
Oh, my God, it's--
That's Titian's The Bacchanal.
- Oh!
- There she goes again.

Look at this man's face.
It's completely lost.

You're gonna have to start from scratch on that.
Put aside your other work, Amanda.
This is priority number one for now.

What's with you and this weak-in-the-knees routine?
You do it every time you get a new painting.
I do not.
Not every time.

I mean, when I look at this painting,
I can just tell that these people were in love...
and they stayed in love until the day that they died.
Amanda, it's a painting.
If this were real life, in two years,

that girl would be pregnant and that guy
would be out banging a barmaid.

Maybe that's why I like art better than real life.
They can stay in love forever.
Speaking of real life, aren't you supposed
to have one tonight, for a change?

Oh, sh--
That's right.

I was gonna surprise
Michael with dinner.

What's so funny?
Nothing. Just that you're going to die alone.
- What?
- She's going to die alone!

Seriously, why do I need a personal life
if my work makes me happy?

Because work isn't enough.
You need someone to share your life with.

And if you give up on that now,
it might not be so easy to find later.
Polly, could I see you in my office?
I need to have a look at the, uh, restoration reports.
Oh, God. Do you think that could be me one day?
No. If it got that bad, I'd shoot you...
and put you out of your misery.
Think I better go see Michael.