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女儿领回来一个40多岁 离过三次婚的男人，Susan有点崩溃了.
Julie: So there we were, huddled under this broken umbrella, and...he just kissed me. It was so romantic.
Lloyd: She's skipping the part where one of the spokes got me in the eye.
Jackson: Julie, I'm gonna take your suitcases upstairs now, okay?
Julie: Oh, I'll come with you. I need to check my e-mail. Be right back.
Lloyd: So, Susan, I'm...I'm sensing that, uh, you're a little freaked out about my age.
Susan: You know, when your 24-year-old daughter calls you and tells you she's bringing home a boy from college, you sort of expect it to be, well, a boy.
Lloyd: Well, I just want you to know that we didn't start dating until after the semester was over I don't date students. That's-that's a rule with me.
Susan: And a damn good one.
Lloyd: Although strictly speaking, I suppose my third wife was my teaching assistant, but she was really more of my employee than my student.
Susan: Your what?
Lloyd: Student.
Susan: Before that.
Lloyd: Employee.
Susan: Before that.
Lloyd: Third wife.
Susan: That's the one. So you've been married three times?
Lloyd: Didn't Julie tell you that?
Susan: I don't believe so. Although I may have blacked out after she told me you were 40. So how does a man your age get married and divorced three times?
Lloyd: Well, my first wife and I were only married a few months, so I-I almost don't like to count it.
Susan: Did someone throw rice at you?
Lloyd: Yeah.
Susan: It counts.
Lloyd: Is this upsetting you? I-I thought you'd understand. Julie said you'd been divorced yourself.
Susan: Yeah. Only twice. Two. Small number. Much smaller than three. And my first cheated on me, so that doesn't even count.
Lloyd: Did someone throw rice at you?
Susan: Shut up.
Lloyd: Look, you and I both know that sometimes it just doesn't work out.
Susan: Well, that's true.
Lloyd: And besides, it--it's different with Julie. I love her so much. It's very important that you know I take my commitments seriously.
Susan: Why? Oh, my god.
Julie: Lloyd, come here. I can't find my cell phone charger.
Lloyd: Please, please, don't say anything. I want it to be a surprise. Thanks...mom.
Julie: So there we were, huddled under this broken umbrella, and...he just kissed me. It was so romantic.
Lloyd: She's skipping the part where one of the spokes got me in the eye.
Jackson: Julie, I'm gonna take your suitcases upstairs now, okay?
Julie: Oh, I'll come with you. I need to check my e-mail. Be right back.
Lloyd: So, Susan, I'm...I'm sensing that, uh, you're a little freaked out about my age.
Susan: You know, when your 24-year-old daughter calls you and tells you she's bringing home a boy from college, you sort of expect it to be, well, a boy.
Lloyd: Well, I just want you to know that we didn't start dating until after the semester was over I don't date students. That's-that's a rule with me.
Susan: And a damn good one.
Lloyd: Although strictly speaking, I suppose my third wife was my teaching assistant, but she was really more of my employee than my student.
Susan: Your what?
Lloyd: Student.
Susan: Before that.
Lloyd: Employee.
Susan: Before that.
Lloyd: Third wife.
Susan: That's the one. So you've been married three times?
Lloyd: Didn't Julie tell you that?
Susan: I don't believe so. Although I may have blacked out after she told me you were 40. So how does a man your age get married and divorced three times?
Lloyd: Well, my first wife and I were only married a few months, so I-I almost don't like to count it.
Susan: Did someone throw rice at you?
Lloyd: Yeah.
Susan: It counts.
Lloyd: Is this upsetting you? I-I thought you'd understand. Julie said you'd been divorced yourself.
Susan: Yeah. Only twice. Two. Small number. Much smaller than three. And my first cheated on me, so that doesn't even count.
Lloyd: Did someone throw rice at you?
Susan: Shut up.
Lloyd: Look, you and I both know that sometimes it just doesn't work out.
Susan: Well, that's true.
Lloyd: And besides, it--it's different with Julie. I love her so much. It's very important that you know I take my commitments seriously.
Susan: Why? Oh, my god.
Julie: Lloyd, come here. I can't find my cell phone charger.
Lloyd: Please, please, don't say anything. I want it to be a surprise. Thanks...mom.
