Michael: Don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up. [answers phone] Hey, I've been looking for you.
Lucille Austero: It's Lucille Austero. I've been looking for you.
Michael: Oh, hey. Uh, Lucille, yeah, look-- I-- [stammers, sighs] I called you before, um I'm right across the, um, uh, street. Uh, or city. Street, really. Our city, um the uh but we keep -missing each other, uh -checkbook Uh, I'd much rather do the checkbook. But I am driving away right now, so if you actually come out onto your balcony, you might even be able to see me driving. In fact, I think I see you. Is that you? Can I see you?
Narrator: Michael couldn't be sure that she was out on her deck. And while he had second thoughts about writing "Love you," he couldn't risk her coming out that door.