Say It Isn't So Page #2

He's so tense all the time.

It's like he's got fire ants

runnin' through his veins.

Oh, I'm sorry!

How's that, um... I'm sorry.

What did you say your name was?

Actually, I didn't.

It's Gilly.

OK, Gilly. I'm Jo.

Could you hold that there for me?

- How's that for length?

- Beautiful.

So I see you have a cat.

Well, I had a cat. He ran away two weeks ago

and I haven't heard from him since.

Oh, he'll be back. You know cats.

I've had him since he was a pup. I don't know

what I'd do without my little Ringo.

Ringo? That must be a pretty popular

name for a cat these days.

It is?

I work down at the animal shelter and

I just took in a cat yesterday named Ringo.

Too bad this Ringo's missin' a tail.

That's my cat!

- Hey, watch the corner!

- Yeah, yeah. She said put him in ER 4.

Gilly! Are you OK?

Were they able to sew it back on?

No, but they tell me

I'm first in line for an ear donor.

You lying sack!

Well, listen. What are you doin' tonight?

Just healin', mostly.

Why don't you come over to my house?

I'll cook you dinner and you can bring Ringo.

Listen, Jo. I don't want you to feel you owe

me dinner just because I found your cat

and you cut off my ear.

- I do owe you dinner.

Just say yes, or else I just might

cut off your other ear.

- OK. Uh... 6.30?

- Yeah, 6.30's great.

Don't worry. I'm a much better cook

than I am a hairstylist.

- I just don't know why you're doing this.

- Doin' what?

Cookin' dinner for this fella.

You oughta be fixin' dinner for Jack.

The man who wants to marry you, not some

dog- catcher who makes 18 grand a year

and comes home smellin'

like cat piss every night.

- Promise me you'll be polite.

- Of course I'll be polite.

Of course I'll be polite. Gosh!

Jack called again today.

I talked to him for a long time.

He asked me why you left him.

I wish you would tell him, because

I can't make any sense out of it.

Are you listening to me?

- Hold on.

- Oh, would you... just put the thing down!

You listen to me now.

Good men are few and far between

in this world.

When you find yourself a keeper -

the way I found your sweet pop out there,

then you grab ahold of him and you

treat him the way he wants to be treated.

- Valdine!

- What?

Valdine.

Valdine!

- What is it, gimpy?

- I want a beer, goddammit.

Now, look. You curb your language or I'll take

this Voc-a-lator 3000 right back to Wal-Mart.

You hear me? Jeez!

What in the name of God...

- I was watchin' that.

- Yeah, I bet you were.

You've just had a stroke.

Do you want another one?

- I want you to stay calm.

- Get me a goddamn beer.

Gilly! Ringo!

All the dogs at the animal shelter

chipped in for a little going-away present.

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