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fallin' apart!

Sometimes I can't even

go to the bathroom when I want to...

but I'm still a man

and can take on you punks.

Norman! Here we go.

Thanks, boys.

I'll drive home.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

If I make the wrong turn and wind up

in Michigan, be sure you let me know.

- Someone's at the door.

- It's me, you old poop!

- Where have you been?

- Picking strawberries.

There were oodles and oodles

of little strawberries along the old town road.

How nice.

What you are doing in here

on a morning like this is beyond me!

I've been quite busy looking through

yesterday's paper for gainful employment.

- Here we go again.

- Very good prospects, I think.

Chauffeurs, yard work.

Dairy Divine wants

an ice-cream dipper.

I think I could do something

like that, don't you?

What are you gonna do if you call

and they say, "Come on over and start tomorrow"?

- Go on over and start tomorrow.

- Oh, for the love of God!

What on earth's

the matter with you?

Give me that stuff.

Take these buckets and pick us

another quart of strawberries.

And I'll fix us up a scrumptious

strawberry shortcake for lunch. Go on.

You want me to

pick strawberries?

Yep. Do I have to put

an ad in the paper?

- I'm not sure I know how.

- It's really very simple. You bend over and pick 'em.

- Bend over? Where are they?

- On the ground, where they belong.

Last time we picked blueberries they were

on a bush. Didn't have to bend over at all.

These are strawberries,

and they grow on the ground.

Here comes what's-his-name.

He'll have the paper.

I don't want to miss any career opportunities

off lookin' for strawberries.

I'll pay you. It may be

the beginning of something big.

You may become

a major strawberry picker.

Not if I'm bending over all the time.

I think you're tryin' to kill me.

I thought about it.

You needn't bother.

I'm living on borrowed time as it is.

Will you take your cheery personality

and get out of here?

I hope you're prepared to massage

my bent back this evening.

With pleasure.

Well, maybe I can lie down

to pick the berries.

Mornin', Ethel!

Hi, Charlie. Come on up and have

some coffee. You can take five minutes.

You got a letter

from Chelsea!

- The rest is just bills and junk like that.

- Go on in.

Gee!

Oh! Uh-oh.

I think I broke your door.

No, no. It's been that way

for months now.

Norman's supposed to fix it, but I'm afraid

it's not high on his list of priorities.

- Oh, God.

- Hi, Norman.

Norman, are you back already?

You barely left.

So? I move fast. Ran all the way,

picked that stuff, ran back.

- Let me see what you've got.

- I'll just dump 'em with yours.

Nope.

Not a single berry.

What's the matter with you?

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