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You pig! You pig!

That's my parking place!

God, I think I took her spot.

Hey, I'm sorry. I'll move out.

Hey, relax! Just relax!

-I said I'd move!

-Look out!

Move!

Lucky it's no more

than a concussion.

How did it happen?

It was unbelievable. She just...

she kept ramming into us.

Think this could be a variant

of Tourette's syndrome?

I doubt it.

The development's way too fast.

No, thank you.

There's no facial twitching...

and as far as we know,

no genetic history.

What are you talking about?

That this could be

some kind of a disease.

It's as if the censor

in people has disappeared...

so they're acting on

any urge that comes along...

instead of censoring out

the unacceptable ones.

You ever get mad when

someone took your parking place?

Well, sure,

but I don't go around sma...

But that's crazy.

That's just crazy.

There's one thing

to be said for all this.

It gives us something to do

besides shuffling bedpans.

There's something wrong

with the phones.

I've been getting busy signals

all morning.

The door's locked. It doesn't

look like there's anybody here.

Well, that's strange.

It's Emmy Jones' shift.

She hasn't missed a day

in thirty years.

Watch out.

The main line must be down.

What the hell's going on?

Won't find anything wrong

with this water.

I'd let my three-year-old

daughter drink it.

You don't mind

if I test it anyway, do you?

Help yourself.

I told you. I'd let

my three-year-old drink it.

Something wrong, Margaret?

What did you say, Margaret?

No.

I couldn't quite hear you.

Dr. Carr.

Right away.

-Hi, Shawn. Where's your mom?

-Out.

Her car's in the garage, Shawn.

You don't fool me.

Why aren't you in school?

Margo?

Upstairs!

I brought you some candy.

You feeling any better today?

Sure. Thanks.

Now, hold still.

Put your finger there.

Not you, Jennifer.

-What happened?

-Jimmy sprained his wrist.

Broke it.

It's sprained. I told you.

Now take a hike.

It's been a bad morning.

-I got to do the kids' rooms.

-You OK?

Of course I'm OK.

Why wouldn't I be OK?

You left last night without

saying anything, and we were...

I'm fine.

God damn it, no.

-Shawn! Shawn!

-What?

I told you

to clean up your room!

I wish

they'd clean up their rooms.

Is that unreasonable?

Is that asking too much?

I want to talk to you.

If it's bad news,

I don't want to hear it.

I've got enough problems

with Jimmy's broken wrist.

I thought he sprained it.

Well, he did sprain it.

-That's what I said.

-No, you said...

What are you asking me

about his wrist for?

What difference does it make?

Margo, please, calm down.

Let's talk, OK?

Well, then

what'd you start for?

You're the one that started

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