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guys in tights.

- You want to go?

- No. Thanks.

I want a full report, though.

- Later.

- Yeah.

Well, I loved it.

I was spellbound

the whole time.

I could tell, and so could

the rest of the audience

with that resonating

snore of yours.

Did I tell you what

Marcia said?

Yeah, about six times.

It wasn't six times.

Quit being so blase about this.

OK. Sorry.

This was really important.

I'm going to have

two pieces in her gallery.

The New York Times

reviews her gallery all the time.

Molly, the New York Times is just some

frustrated critic with pimples on his ass

who flunked art school.

Who cares what they think?

About 8 million readers,

that's who.

No, they're just reading

the sports page.

Your work is

really beautiful.

It really is.

And it shouldn't matter

what anyone else thinks

just what I think.

I want to marry you, Sam.

What?

What?

Yeah.

I've been thinking about it.

I've been thinking

about it a lot.

And I think we should just do it.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

What's that look for?

You never wanted

to talk about it.

Do you love me, Sam?

What do you think?

Why don't you ever say it?

What do you mean "why don't I ever say it"?

I say it all the time. I feel like...

You say "ditto."

That's not the same.

People say "I love you"

all the time

and it doesn't

mean anything.

You know, sometimes

you need to hear it.

I need to hear it.

Let's go.

What should we do?

Let me handle it.

What do you want?

Your wallet!

Give it!

Sam, just give it to him.

OK. Just take the money.

Just leave...

No! Sam!

You son of a b*tch!

Sam! No!

Somebody help us!

Jesus Christ, Sam!

Just get off him!

Somebody!

Somebody help us!

Sam...

Just stop it!

Stop it, Sam!

Molly?

Molly! You got...?

Oh, baby, hold on.

You're going to be OK.

Somebody?

Somebody!

Somebody help us!

Sam...

Oh, my God!

Oh, Sam, come on.

Hold on, baby.

Somebody's gonna come.

You're going to be OK.

No... Oh, God...

Somebody?

Somebody help me!

Please, anybody!

Help me, please!

Help me!

OK, lady, take it

easy, all right?

We'll help you, OK?

Molly?

OK:

All right. Fine.

What shall we do?

What shall we do?

What's happening?

What's...

Is he...

Is he breathing?

Hold on, Sam, hold on.

Don't leave me. Hold on.

Oh, my God.

Here we go.

One...

Sam, don't you leave me!

Sam, hold on!

Jesus...

Miss Jensen, if you would

just step this way, please.

So...

What happened to you?

What?

You're new, huh?

I can tell.

Are you talking to me?

Relax, it ain't like before.

It's a whole new

ball of wax.

Who are you?

Oh, I'm waiting for my wife.

She's in the 4-C, cardiac wing.

She's fighting it.

Shot, huh?

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