I said, I've seen much worse.
Ike looks at the Man with reservation. The Man is George
nefarious exits than that. At least
she castigated you in private.
Not as private as I thought.
Kevin, you've got some napkins?
Writing or wiping?
Give me a pen.
making notes. Ike looks up from his writing. The Man gets up
(throwing darts hard)
Ah, come on. They deserve it. They
love you, they hate you, they're hot,
they're cold, they're high, they're
... They're up, they're down. It's
really fun making this list with you,
but I've got a column to go write.
Well, there's a girl from my hometown
Excuse me, we don't need any new ideas.
altar. They call her "The Runaway
Both Ike and Bartender turn and stare.
turns around and runs like hell.
Adios. Plows down the aisle, knocking
old ladies out of her way like the
running of the bulls at Pamplona. And
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