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That's 'cause that really happened.

Guess you could say

I'm kinda tight with the staff.

Hello. Who are you?

Oh, that's right.

You're gonna ruin everything.

But of course, I don't know that yet.

Well, it's about time.

She's been asking for you all day.

Wouldn't take a bite until you got here.

- Who am I today?

- Some guy named Fred.

- Sounds like another one of the lawyers.

- He was.

- ""Was''?

- Fred's dead. Aortic aneurysm.

- Fall of'97.

- You forgetting something?

Oh.

- So, you good?

- Yeah.

Well, my lady,

I'll see you later. Okay?

Okay.

[ Speaking Italian, Kisses ]

That's nice.

Hey, where's Constance?

Upstairs.

They took her this morning.

Oh. Well, she'll be back.

Oh, no, she won't, Fred.

They take you up to the second floor,

you don't come back.

But they take you up to the third floor,

you'd just better hope your plot's paid up.

I got... cannelloni!

- Huh?

- Will you get that out of my face?

You're just like my son, Victor, always trying

to shove some inedible mosh down my throat.

I thought you liked Italian.

You gotta eat, you know.

You gotta-

Oh, it's you!

What happened, Fred?

You used to cut quite the dashing figure.

Now look at you.

You look like my son, Victor,

the minimum wage tour guide.

- He's not a tour guide.

- Well, something menial or irrelevant like that.

You know what he did?

He dropped out of medical school.

- Did you know that?

- I heard.

Now he's so busy ruining his life,

he doesn't have time to visit his mother.

That's disgraceful.

When I think what I went through to give

that boy some vision, to open his eyes.

And do you know how he repays me?

You know what he did?

- He had me committed-

- Isn't Victor supporting you?

Who told you that?

[ Spits ]

I heard he dropped out

of medical school...

just so you could move into

an expensive private hospital.

Didn't I hear something like that? Huh?

Look, there's my show.

And I got a feelin'

Victor might visit more often...

if you didn't spend all your time

talking to a bunch of dead lawyers.

- Huh?

- Oh, you'll never change, Fred.

You're always defending

the hopelessly guilty.

[ Man On TV]

That's not how you drown a cat.

You're in a hospital.

Dr. Blue is called on the intercom.

- Uh, that means somebody stopped breathing.

- Good.

- Pamela Cosgrove paged in an airport.

- Oh, I know this one.

- Quick, quick, quick.

- I know this one. Terrorist with a gun.

Terrilynn Mayfield,

please pick up a courtesy phone.

Uh, nerve gas?

- Think cows and horses.

- Oh, anthrax. Why am I so stupid?

That's all right. Learn half these names,

you'll live longer than most.

Forget what

some foster family teaches you.

These fake people are all that matter.

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