Living It Up Page #2

- Yeah?

It was sitting in the desert for months.

And believe me, Homer, all you have

is a very slight sinus condition,

which I'll do my best to prolong.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah.

- I'm not gonna die?

- No, you're not gonna die.

I'm not gonna die. I'm gonna live.

I'm gonna live!

I'm gonna live?

Oh, no, Doc, you can't do that.

- Easy, Homer. Come on. Here, Homer.

- No, I can't, Doc. I made some plans.

- I can't live.

- Sit down.

- No, I don't want to, Doc.

- Homer.

- Oh, that's not fair, Doc. Gee willikers.

- Here, take some of these pills.

- A sedative.

- No.

It'll knock you out at first,

but then you'll feel great.

- I think that's what it does.

- No, thanks.

What's wrong with you, Homer?

You should be celebrating.

I just saved your life.

First patient I ever did that for.

Well, I don't want to sound ungrateful,

Doc, but you also just spoiled my trip.

- What trip?

- My trip to New York.

I was gonna use the $300 bonus

the railroad gives you for dying

to go to New York and have a good time

and die happy.

Oh, I'm sorry, kid. If it was up to me,

you could have a trip around the world.

What good would that do me?

I'd only wind up back in Desert Hole.

There's nothing wrong with Desert Hole,

if you like holes in the desert.

Well, I kind of graduated from it

while I was dying.

Now I have to go back to that station,

working every day

and watching the Super Chief whiz by.

If only once it would go...

But, no, always...

All right, all right, all right.

Steady, Homer, easy. Easy.

Gee whiz, Doc! I'm not ungrateful,

but it is kind of strange

to be brought to life twice,

and both times in Desert Hole.

You probably thought nothing

was wrong with him, either, huh?

- Going straight through, Art?

- Nope, got a passenger for you today.

A... A...

- Desert Hole, New Mexico. Hi, Homer.

- Hi, Mr Moore.

Oh, no. Not even for the Pulitzer Prize.

Just a minute, ma'am.

They all do that the first time,

but you'll get used to it.

That's what I'm afraid of. Oh, well!

All aboard!

Oh, just lead me to the coolest,

driest martini in town.

I'm gonna take off my shoes

and wade in it.

I'm sorry, ma'am,

but we don't have a saloon here.

But maybe I can get Joe Stevens

down at the drugstore

to tap a new keg of sarsaparilla.

Oh, no. No, thank you. I just swore off.

I'm looking for Homer Flagg.

Do you have any idea

where I can find the poor kid?

I'm the poor kid, ma'am.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Here, give me these bags.

Sit down!

- You mean you're still working?

- Why should I quit?

"Why should I quit?"

Now, there's a headline for you.

Homer, I'm Wally Cook

of the New York Morning Chronicle,

- Oh, how do you do?

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