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have no sense of priority.

I want my desires satisfied immediately.

I want to make love with you right

now because you're my husband...

...and I want a baby.

Because... because I love you.

I play this role for myself,

and it makes my cry.

- Maybe I'm the one who should cry.

- Why not?

It's all for you anyway.

Nothing's working.

I wouldn't say that.

Certain things working quite well

on many levels.

And I love you, too.

Want me to stay with you at the

doctor's? I'll cancel this estimate.

- I'll manage, Lucky.

- What's the matter with you?

You want something to be matter

with me? I'll try and oblige.

I don't want that. I want to know why

you have to see a doctor.

- What's wrong with you?

- You mean, am I dying or something?

Jesus, babe. Don't start. Don't get

into that we're all dying bit.

- Okay. I won't.

- Jack Dana's dead.

You and me, we're still here.

It's a big difference.

- Yes?

- Handy-man here, Madame Byron.

"Thank you, Frederico."

- Miss Byron?

- Yes?

- Lucky Fix-it Mann.

- What?

The handy-man.

- How do you do?

- "Pleased to meet you."

- Please, come in, Mr. Mann.

- Thank you. Lucky.

- I get it.

- There's not much to get.

Please, come in.

- Have a seat.

- Thank you.

- Would you like some coffee or tea?

- Maybe later.

I appreciate you're coming by on such

short notice.

No problem.

What can I do you for?

Mrs. Marino saud that you can fix

anything.

You bend it, I mend it.

Or you break it, I make it.

- Very poetic.

- No, not really.

At least I never wrote one that was

readable.

But you tried.

Yeah, maybe once or twice a long time

ago in the navy.

Something happened between my brain

and my fingers.

Guess my hands were made for other

things.

You're a good listener, Mrs. Byron.

I appreciate when people communicate

with each other.

Yeah.

I want to know exactly.

- I've looked at the X-rays.

- You know?

I did a part a once where I had

X-ray eyes.

Come in handy, wouldn't it?

God, I did some daft parts.

In

In "The Curse of Count Falco".

That was going to be my last bad part,

I had a good one all lined up but...

...the curse got the real me, too.

Spooky, how that happens.

I played a young widow who was

two months pregnant...

Phyllis, you have a few minor common

conditions.

But I'm afraid there's nothing

really wrong with you.

But um... Oh, well...

Life goes on then, doesn't it?

- Is this, 3,500 square feet?

- 3,500. Exactly!

- And you've got a pool.

- Never used it.

I was thinking of making this a

child's room. What do you think?

A child's room? This is nice.

This is really big.

- Are these, yours?

- Just a silly little hobby.

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