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Oh, I'm just taking a few

little pictures for research.

If I knew you

were coming, I'd have tidied up.

Hey, Nancy.

Yeah?

Blow me down!

- Oh!

- What did you say?

- Are you all right?

- Yeah. Oh, God!

I'm coming, slowly but surely.

- I'll just turn off this music.

- Alex! Alex!

Sit down, dears.

Sit down.

I've brought you a little

something to nibble on as well.

Oh, Bugles.

Wow.

I didn't realize

they even still made Bugles.

Here you go.

That's a magnificent parrot.

It's not a parrot, dear.

He's a macaw.

He's named after

my late husband, Richard.

I've had Little Dick

for 40 years.

Come along, dear.

Don't be shy.

It's French onion.

Oh.

Mrs. Connelly,

how are you feeling?

Why do you ask, dear?

Well, because the last time

we saw you, you were quite ill.

Oh, I had a bit of a cold,

but I'm in fine fettle now.

Tell me about yourselves.

What do you do, Alan?

Alex.

Alex is a writer.

Oh, a writer.

Hmm.

I always thought of that as

more of a hobby than a real job.

I suppose I'm forgetting

about Joyce.

Joyce. James Joyce.

Of course.

Wonderful writer.

He died drunk and penniless.

Well, Alex's first novel

was published in hardback,

and he's about

to finish his second one.

Oh, what's it about?

Well, I like to call it

an urban epic.

It's about three generations

of this family

that own a printing press,

and I tell a story.

That's nice.

Let me give you a refill.

Big Dick had the taste, too.

He was a seaman.

The drink took him

from me in 1963.

We'd been married for 58 years.

'63.

So, when are you two

planning on having children?

Soon.

Yeah, not for a couple of years.

You sound just like

Mr. Connelly.

We never had any children.

It's too late for me now.

Oh, look at the time.

I had no idea it was so late.

Oh.

The time's rolled on.

We haven't had a chance

to see the apartment.

Oh, dear, I'm afraid

there's no time now.

Really?

We must say good night.

Oh, okay.

Oh.

Uh-oh.

Oh, no. That was your...

I think it's your couch.

- I think the chair...

- Alex.

That was a little...

Come along, dears.

Come along.

How could you?

"A macaw. Any long-tailed,

brightly colored parrot."

A macaw is a parrot.

I knew it.

Don't you think that

as landlords,

we have some legal right

to see the back of her apartment

if we want to?

I mean, I'll look it up

on the Internet.

That's what I'll do.

I wonder how old she is.

Oh, my guess is that she's

somewhere between 95 and 105.

- She looked pretty good tonight.

- Yeah, she did.

She looked kind of healthy.

Yeah.

That's nice.

Yeah.

Hi.

Hello, Mr. Peabody.

I saw myself in the mirror,

and I thought it was

my mother's tush.

Mrs. Connelly?

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