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I don't want to talk about it.

Okay.

Jimbo! He's not here.

Gary, enough with the little jokes, okay?

I'm serious. He's gone.

Don't even joke about it.

Maybe he wasn't...

dead.

Hey, Jimbo!

There's a little fridge down here.

Morning, Mr. Barnell.

Morning, Avis.

Coffee?

If you insist.

She looks good.

"Waikiki Airlines, your ticket to paradise. "

Was last November this bad?

If we didn't have the weather,

what would we talk about?

Yeah.

Messages?

Just that fellow from Municipal Power

and Electric.

I told him you sent the check in weeks ago,

but some people don't like to listen.

Sorry, what did you say?

Avis, something really spooky

happened last night.

You remember my brother Raymond?

The one who went missing?

Well, last night there

was a knock at the door

and behold, there was Raymond

on my doorstep.

Didn't you have him declared.

Dead? Well, no... yes. Well,

he wasn't gone long enough really for that.

Good thing. In hindsight.

So... where was he all these years?

Lower forty-eight. Didn't like the cold.

Well, that's great. You and Mrs. Barnell

will have some company for a bit, I guess.

How is she?

Better.

A little better, you know.

Collecting, Mrs. Barnell.

Daniel, you p*ssy little cocksucker.

I'll get my purse.

It's twelve dollars.

I missed you last time.

Jerk off. Jerk off.

Jerk off. Jerk off, jerk off, jerk off.

Tell your slut mom I said hi.

Sure will. Thanks.

Some days are better than others.

Better.

Paul, why is the fridge

in the garage chained shut?

Possum.

Hot p*ssy?

Paul, dinner's almost ready.

Oh, I feel like some wine.

You feel like some wine?

You know, I have a crazy thought.

Let's order in tonight.

- F*** it?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

You know and I have to talk to you

about something.

Raymond's back.

And here he is.

Well, what you say Bobbie Ray?

Ray's a little jealous, just a little bit.

Margaret! The one that got away.

Beautiful signal on Margaret.

Lights on the deck.

Good... good stuff. Hold on.

Here's the Doctor.

It's time for my medicine.

- That's okay. That's okay, okay,

- Let me get a towel.

Don't worry about it.

I'd like the next one on the other leg, please.

Good one, Margaret!

Princess.

Paul? Thank you so much

for clearing the driveway.

That was real considerate.

Well, I don't know what you're talking

about, Mrs. Wherry.

You were out at the cabin this morning?

Nice to see you getting

some use out of that thing.

Oh, now I see. No, no,

that was Raymond you saw out there.

He's alive?

Yeah, very much.

Oh, God. Come on!

How much easier do I have to make this?

Margaret, you scared

the wits out of me.

Look at the dog.

She's just a little puppy.

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