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That's...

I guess not.

Good night.

[Caroline on lntercom]

Brad, darling, here's a thought.

Since you're so good with fire,

why not set up a barbecue barrel on 42nd

and sell flame-broiled pigeons?

Or you should write a cookbook.

How To Roast Your Own Nuts.

What do you think, Brad?

You know what I think?

I think I'm tired of busting my ass

while you sit on your ever-widening one,

criticizing everything I do.

I spent the last six months busting

this ever-widening ass, and for what?

So you could turn our anniversary into

a carny sideshow to promote a lame idea?

All right, Caroline.

What is this really about?

Nothing, Brad. Just another thrilling

Saturday night at the Sextons'.

Are you so pissed off

about the incident at the party?

No. I am pissed because

if I had just stayed in fashion design

instead of wasting my time on you,

I would probably have

my own collection by now.

Ah. So instead, you're collecting

everyone else's collection.

Hm. Don't you get it?

I gave it up to help you.

You gave it up because you were afraid

you might have to finish something.

- I'm tired.

- Then go to bed.

No. Of this.

What used to work in this marriage

doesn't work anymore.

Oh, God, here it comes.

The divorce talk again.

We're wasting our time.

What's the point?

lf you want out, just say the word.

Out.

- What?

- Out.

- You want a divorce?

- I need a divorce.

- You got it.

- Good.

- We'll split everything.

- Split what?

We don't own any of this sh*t.

All we have is debt.

I'd be glad to split that fifty-fifty.

Fifty-fifty? Not on your life.

- Then it'll get ugly.

- Good. I can do ugly.

I've done you for the last ten years.

As memory serves, you stopped

doing me after six and a half.

- Happy anniversary, honey.

- F*** off!

OK.

[Sobs]

[Man on TV] Holy smoke.

Why did l ever get mixed up with you?

[Woman] You're becoming

awfully disagreeable lately.

You snap my head off

every time l open my mouth.

If being with me ils so dilstasteful

to you, you can leave.

You can leave any time you see fit.

Nobody is holding you here.

I can get along.

- Morning, guys.

- Mr Sexton.

Morning, Penny. Well, did it come?

Just arrived. All fixed.

- That'll be $96.

- I'll owe you, OK?

I can't. Not this time.

And I'll need cash.

- Really?

- Really.

OK. I'll go to the bank today.

You'll get your cash.

- Have I shown you the back of this?

- Yes, you've shown it to me many times.

- Oh, your new chair is here.

- ls it?

- Oh, Bob.

- Uh... B-B-Brad. Brad. What...

- Where are you going with all that?

- Nowhere. This is nothing.

- I am going some place...

- Put a hold on it.

- I want to talk to you.

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