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and tossed the rest away,

you naughty boy.

I'm old and rich.

I'll eat whatever parts I want.

- If I want to eat the goddamn box, I will eat the goddamn box.

- Who wound you up today?

- Better give me some money, then.

- Here.

Take an extra hundred.

You might see something you want.

You are such a dear.

- I'll see you later.

- Bye.

Toodles!

These are good melons. Yeah.

Sweet, juicy.

- Uncle Joe?

- Mm?

- Who...?

- Mm?

- Who...?

- Oh, that's Molly. She's living here.

Housekeeper? Secretary?

Well, not exactly. She's sort of...my nurse.

- Nurse?

- Yeah. I decided I wanted a nurse.

Someone to ease my suffering.

An agency sent her?

No, she delivered a pizza one night

and we got to talking.

Turns out she'd like to be a nurse, so...

Yeah, she helps out in various ways.

She's become very special to me.

[cheering]

Yeah!

[inaudible]

Good...

See u later.

Thank you, Fred.

Hello, everyone. I'm Chris Schenkel.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

On behalf of the Pro Bowlers Tour,

we'd like to thank all the good people

of Milwaukee for their support.

The top five qualifiers tomorrow

will begin play at 2.30.

Sh*t.

[female] You do this every time!

You ruin every vacation we have evr been on.

- [male] Shut up!

- [female] It's always the same ''Let's drive a little further.''

[female] Then there's no place to stay

and we wind up in a shithole like this!

This is...this is unbelievable.

Everywhere I stay, I'm next to this couple.

[crockery smashes]

Not literally them,

but people just like them.

- It's like a franchise.

- [male] You made my life a living hell!

- [female] Kiss my ass!

- [male] That would take all night!

[door slams]

Oh, God.

You know, this is really stupid.

ABC gives me a suite at the Marriott

and we're at the Bates Motel.

Let's get out of here.

Honey, you know

I get embarrassed at your hotel.

Everyone always says, ''How's a schlep

like McTeague afford a room at the Marriott?''

''Oh dont you know he sleeps with Robin Hunter,

the producer of the telecast.''

''Really? He must screw better

than he bowls.''

I do, don't I?

I can't take it, Robin. I can't do it any more.

What?

- I'm giving up bowling.

- Why?

My wrist. It's a pre-arthritic condition

and it's not going to get better.

- You saw a doctor?

- No, Al the janitor at the bowling alley examined it.

He seemed to know what he was talking about

and took me right away.

Of course I saw a doctor!

I don't know. Cincinnati's

the last tournament of the season.

I'm just going to bowl there and...that's it.

Sweetheart.

I'm sorry.

I just wish for once

I could've finished in the top five,

gotten on the national telecast just once.

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