Roxanne Page #3

- A real firefighter.

- Welcome aboard, Chris.

I'm Mayor Deebs.

We didn't expect you till Monday.

Thought I'd come in early,

get a good start.

He's a maniac with the chicks too.

Dean, Trent,

my personal tailor, Sam.

I'll show you your room.

What do you think?

Cuffs or no cuffs?

- I think you'd better get off that hose.

- Oh, right up here. A fire hose.

I think I'm gonna have trouble

getting my telescope up those stairs.

I'll ask C.D. To do it.

If I can tear him away

from his encyclopedias.

He reads encyclopedias?

He is an encyclopedia.

He's funny.

Oh, he's great.

Yeah, he's my godbrother.

This uniform works.

That's why I'm a volunteer.

- I can tell.

- Hey, hey, Carol.

Hey, what about your boyfriend?

What's his name?

Richard.

When's he coming?

He's not.

He's not coming.

What happened?

We just ran out of gas.

I guess I mistook sex for love.

Oh, I did that once. It was great.

Sandy's a very deep person.

Oh, my God, who is that?

She could certainly make my night.

- Who is she?

- Oh, God.

Sandy, Sandy,

come here, come here.

Who's that?

That's Roxanne.

She studies astronomy

or astrology or something.

There's a difference?

Look, look, look,

someone is checking you out.

Now, he could cheer you up.

If I was you,

I'd do something about that.

Maybe.

Maybe later.

Maybe not.

You are playing it beautifully.

- You don't mind if I give it a shot?

- You go right ahead.

Thanks, maestro.

- Hi.

- Hi.

You know, I'd like to invite you

to a Nelson tradition of hot tubbing.

Pardon me?

It's a tradition we have here

to consume some mulled wine...

...and enjoy

some outdoor hot tubbing.

Tradition?

When the settlers came here

a hundred years ago...

...they started hot tubbing?

What? Oh, yeah.

You are feisty. I like that, I do.

He's got an ego the size of Brazil.

I'm sorry,

I just have to stop talking right now.

Hey, well, that's okay, no problem.

Tell you what, I'll be right over there.

And you just start thinking about it.

And if you change your mind,

just come on over.

And I think you might.

Well, if I do change my mind,

you'll know...

...because my breasts will be heaving

and moist with perspiration.

So long, foxy.

- So long. Later.

- Later.

Look at this. He only gave us

enough money for one drink.

And this is what it's gonna be like

being single.

Oh, he's got a great ass.

Too bad it's on his shoulders.

- Oh, he's cute.

- He's a flirt.

I have nothing against cute.

I just wish I could meet someone

with half a brain this time.

Good luck.

He went up there before school,

and he just won't come down.

All right, all right, all right.

- I'll see what I can do.

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