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Kate:
[Kate is sitting at a table working on her laptop and eating some chocolate cake when Jack arrives home]
Hi honey. How was the game? Jack:
Long, boring, and generally pretty sad. Arnie seemed to enjoy it. Sorta. [he opens up the refrigerator and looks inside] Jack:
Hey where's that chocolate cake? Kate:
[Kate looks at her plate and back at Jack]
Do you mean this chocolate cake? Jack:
[Jack looks at her and shuts the fridge door. He starts walking to her]
That's my piece. I was saving it because I got nauseated by that pre-cooked mini-mall rotisserie chicken. Kate:
[eating the cake in a mocking manner]
Mmm. Mmm. It's good. Jack:
[points at the cake]
Gimme that cake. Kate:
No way! [He makes a move to reach for it, but she pulls the plate further away] Jack:
Come on. Kate:
I'm sorry. It's too important to me. [Jack pauses for a moment before quickly reaching for the cake, but Kate quickly grabs the plate and jumps out of her chair, causing Jack to chase her. She playfully leads him into the next room while laughing] Jack:
[Jack surprises her around the next corner by cutting her off and shouting/singing]
Ta-daah! [she playfully runs to the staircase where she lies facing up at him] Jack:
I want that cake! Kate:
[laughing]
You want this cake? Jack:
[playing along]
I want it! [she smashes the cake on his lower face while laughing] Jack:
Thank you. [He smiles with cake all over his mouth and chin]
[Kate is sitting at a table working on her laptop and eating some chocolate cake when Jack arrives home]
Hi honey. How was the game? Jack:
Long, boring, and generally pretty sad. Arnie seemed to enjoy it. Sorta. [he opens up the refrigerator and looks inside] Jack:
Hey where's that chocolate cake? Kate:
[Kate looks at her plate and back at Jack]
Do you mean this chocolate cake? Jack:
[Jack looks at her and shuts the fridge door. He starts walking to her]
That's my piece. I was saving it because I got nauseated by that pre-cooked mini-mall rotisserie chicken. Kate:
[eating the cake in a mocking manner]
Mmm. Mmm. It's good. Jack:
[points at the cake]
Gimme that cake. Kate:
No way! [He makes a move to reach for it, but she pulls the plate further away] Jack:
Come on. Kate:
I'm sorry. It's too important to me. [Jack pauses for a moment before quickly reaching for the cake, but Kate quickly grabs the plate and jumps out of her chair, causing Jack to chase her. She playfully leads him into the next room while laughing] Jack:
[Jack surprises her around the next corner by cutting her off and shouting/singing]
Ta-daah! [she playfully runs to the staircase where she lies facing up at him] Jack:
I want that cake! Kate:
[laughing]
You want this cake? Jack:
[playing along]
I want it! [she smashes the cake on his lower face while laughing] Jack:
Thank you. [He smiles with cake all over his mouth and chin]
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Hey honey How was the game
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Long and boring and generally pretty sad
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Arnie seemed to enjoy it
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Sort of
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Hey where's that chocolate cake
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Do you mean this chocolate cake
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I was saving it because I got nauseated by that precooked
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Mmm Mmm It's good
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Give me that cake
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No way
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Come on I'm sorry
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It's too important to me
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Ta da
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I want that cake
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You want this cake I want it
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Thank you
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Movie Summary
A fast-lane investment broker, offered the opportunity to see how the other half lives, wakes up to find that his sports car and girlfriend have become a mini-van and wife.
Actors
Jack Campbell
Kate Reynolds
