Okay, Alexander.

- You're done. - Good.

You're a new man.

l'm sory the old one couldn't tell you the truth...

but l had to nnd out your part in all this.

ls there a Mrs. Dyle?

Yes.

But we're divorced.

l thought that was PeterJoshua.

l'mjust as diMcult to live with as he was.

Alex, how can you tell ifanyone's lying or not?

- You can't. - There must be some way.

There's an old riddle about two tribes oflndians.

The Whitefeet always tell the truth, and the Blackfeet always lie.

One dayyou meet an Indian. You say...

''Hey, Indian, what areyou, a truthful Whitefoot or a lying Blackfoot?''

He says, ''l'm a truthful Whitefoot.'' But which is he?

Why couldn'tyoujust Iook at his feet?

Because he's wearing moccasins.

Well, then, he's a truthful Whitefoot, ofcourse.

Why not a lying Blackfoot?

- Which one areyou? - A truthful Whitefoot.

Come in.

- Sit down. - Why? Doyou wanna look at my feet?

Yes.

Uh-oh. Ohh. Hey, knock it off. Come on, Reggie. Listen to me.

Here it comes the fatherly talk.

- You forget l'm already a widow. - So wasJuliet, at 1 5.

- But l'm not 1 5. -Well, that'syour trouble. You're too old for me.

- Can'tyou be serious? - Oh! Youjust said an horrible word.

- What did l say? - Serious.

When l man gets to be my age, that's the last word he everwants to hear.

l don't want to be serious, and l especially don't wantyou to be.

Okay, we'll just sit around all day long being frivolous. How about that, hmm?

- [ Giggling ] - Reggie, cut it out.

Okay.

- Now what areyou doing? - Cutting it out.

- Who told you to do that? - You did.

l'm not through complaining yet.

Oh.

- Now cut it out. - Alex, l think l loveyou.