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Maybe I could work

at your place!

I could be a short-order cook!

And we could spend our days

and nights together. Huh?

Baby,

you're not moving in with me!

I'm moving in with you!

- I embezzled the money

from your work.

- What?

- I used your password

to get into the accounting software

at your office.

And over the last two weeks

wired $27,369.27

to an account in Zurich.

Can you hand me that?

- You did?

- I made sure

all the evidence points to you.

You should probably

get a lawyer.

Thanks.

- This is some kind of joke, right?

Baby, you love me.

- You're a loser, Dave.

I never even liked you.

[Police radio]

- Oh!

Argh!

Goddamn it!

Damn it!

Damn it!

Damn it! Damn it all to hell!

- "Tonga is the crown jewel

of the South Pacific,

"a paradise not only

perfect for romance...

[traffic overhead]

"But also to bring out

the adventure in all of us.

"In fact, I just got back

a couple of days ago myself."

[Doorbell]

Ow!

Hello?

- Are you still there?

- Yes!

- Is something wrong?

- No, no. Nothing.

Just the, um... sunburn

from the vacation.

Yeah, you've got to

put the lotion on,

even when it's cloudy.

[Traffic]

Especially when it's cloudy!

[Doorbell]

Uh, well, I'll make

your reservations

and call you back

to confirm everything.

Thank you!

[Doorbell]

Yes?

- May I speak with you

for a minute?

Is this the man?

You are so f***ed!

I'll make sure you spend

the rest of your life in prison,

you sick son of a b*tch!

- What?

What are you talking about?

- You kissed my little girl.

- No! No, I didn't!

I never touched her!

- Never touched her!

What's this?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Come on, honey.

- Andrew!

[Door closes]

Andrew?

Andrew!

Andrew?

Andrew!

- Oh!

Dave!

What are you doing here?

- I came to apologize, OK?

I'm an idiot.

You're not the reason

my life sucks. They are.

It's always been them.

Here's what I think we should do.

[Traffic]

Here's what I think we should do!

[Traffic]

We're gonna sell the house,

we're gonna take the money,

and we are gonna disappear!

- Where will we go?

- I don't know. Greece!

Spain!

Sernftal-Bahn Glannerland!

Where ever you want!

As long as it's far enough

so no one can bother us.

- What about Sarah?

- She dumped me.

- Oh.

I'm sorry.

- Yeah. So what do you say?

- I can't!

You know I can't!

- Yes, you can. You have to!

Come on,

this place is killing us.

- I don't know.

It's not that bad.

[Traffic]

Wha...? Is that a noose?

- Heh!

- What do you think, huh?

- Shouldn't we call

a real-estate agent or something?

- Screw that!

They just do what we did.

Put an ad in the paper

and a sign on the lawn.

This is much quicker and they don't

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