Addicted to Love

All you are is a passing meteor shower.

You'll be gone soon enough.

I feel sorry for you, you poor bastard.

Carl, it's me, Sam.

Calm down. I'm fine.

I'm still in New York.

We're great. Linda's very happy.

We may stay a while. We're very busy.

There's lots to do.

Listen, Carl, I need you to sell my truck.

Whatever you can get for it.

I'm just a little short of cash right now.

I'm still here.

Listen, Carl,|there's something else I need...

...and Professor Wells|doesn't have to know about it.

Hey, Linda. How you doing?

You want to hear something funny?

I saw this on the news before I came out.

Fainting goats. I'm not making this up.

There's this breed of goats.

I don't know why, but...

...they faint at the slightest thing.

If they hear a loud noise|or a gun goes off...

...they black out, fall right over,|one after the other.

I thought you'd like that.

Get off.

I don't even have a chart for that.

Get over here.

Gotcha!

Get away from here!

I'm warning you! I have a gun!

Oh, shit.

What the hell are you?

What do you want? Who are you?

Excuse me. I asked a question.

I live here. What do you want?

I asked you a question.

Don't touch that.

Get away from that.

Who the hell are you? What do you want?

They'll hear you.

What are you talking about?

Your little Goldilocks and my ex-fianc.

Hold it.

Are you saying that guy,|that thing over there...?

- What's your name?|- Mike.

- What's your name, Mike?|- Sam.

I'm Maggie.

I'll be staying here a while.

I sleep naked.|It's the only way I'm comfortable.

So don't think of it as a come-on...

...because if you so much as breathe|in my direction...

...Will nail your Willy to that beam.

Don't mess with my stuff,|don't get in my way...

...and I'm sure we'll get along fine.

Nighty-night.

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