Beth: [wielding a camcorder, making home movie] Nick, the movers are gonna be here any minute!
Nick: I know.
Beth: [narrating] This is where it all began. Two years ago, they were all but complete strangers. Who would have thought that a couple of margaritas and one night of bliss on this imported rug would lead to... "darling, won't you marry me?"
[he is busy typing]
Beth: Come on, Nick, we have to meet the real estate agent to give us the keys to the warehouse.
Nick: Just a sec.
Beth: [narrating:] Nicholas Taylor, believed by most people to be a writer of serious fiction, but in actuality, he's the owner of the wildly successful new night club, Zex House.
Nick: [incredulous] Zex House?
Beth: Mr. Taylor, I hear you have big plans for this new night spot. Can you tell us about them?
Nick: Hang on, I'm almost finished with this chapter. You know how I work better under pressure.
Beth: Here we have it. From fiction to fact, art versus business, can he do it? Or will success spoil Mr. Taylor?
Nick: Come here, read this.
Beth: Read it? What if I don't like it?
Nick: You'll like this. It has a happy ending.
Beth: [he caresses her as she reads] "For the past two years, they had shaped their love in the confines of these walls. Now he believed they could make it. But even if he didn't, in their hearts they would always carry the imprint of their romantic maneuvers." This is a happy ending?
Nick: Oh, there's more.
Beth: No, there isn't.
Nick: Yeah.
[there isn't, but he adds:]
Nick: He looks into her eyes with a sincerity he hasn't felt since he was fifteen, in love for the first time.
[leading to their passionate kiss]
