The Boy Next Door - Weebly

I can hear the whole thing just by pressing my ear against the wall. I am not supposed to be
doing this. I am supposed to be in the coffee shop across the street, for my own protection.
When they told me this, I was like, "Right!" As if I would wait in a coffee shop across the
street when I could be here, getting the scoop first hand. Nadine, I am telling you, this is
going to be the story of the year, maybe of the decade! And I am going to write it, and George
is going to have no choice but to run it. He will be forced to admit that I am too good for
Page Ten, and put me on hard news. I can feel it, Nadine. I can feel it in my bones!
Okay, so here's what I'm hearing:
John: I'm just saying, I could understand it, if you did.
Max: Yeah, but I didn't.
John: But I'd understand it if you did. I mean, look at my family. They are loaded.
Loaded. It's a bit different in my case, but let's just say my grandfather hadn't left me
any money, and had left it all to my grandmother. If she wasn't willing to loan me a few
hundred bucks now and then, I'd flip out, too.
Max: I never flipped out.
John: Look, I know how it is. I mean, not really, but you know how I've been trying to
live off just my reporter's salary? It's tough. If I ran out, and I knew I didn't have any
more cash coming to me for a while, and I had a supermodel waiting downstairs in my rental
car, and I went to my grandmother for a loan, and she said no...well, I might get mad, too.
Max: Well...You know. It's like, what do they think? They're going to take it with them?
John: Exactly.
Max: I mean, there she was, sitting on this huge pile of cash, and the stupid bitch
couldn't part with a couple thou?
John: Like she'd even know it was missing.
Max: Seriously. Like she'd even know it was missing. But no. I have to get the lecture.
"If you'd learn to handle your money in a more responsible manner, you wouldn't be
running out of it all the time. You need to learn to live within your means."
John: Meanwhile, she's dropping twenty grand flying to the opera in Helsinki every
couple months.
Max: Yeah! I mean, yeah.
John: It's enough to get a guy pretty hot under the collar.
Max: It's more like the way she said it, you know. Like I was a little kid, or something.
I mean, Christ, I'm thirty-five years old. All I wanted was five grand. Just five grand.
John: Drop in the bucket to a woman like that.