The Pallbearer Page #3

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So you think I would

have been snatched up, huh?

Well, you know, a lot of giris

were, uh, after you.

- No.

- Yes.

- No.

- Yes!

- What about that girl?

- Who?

Oh, you know, uh, Shelly.

Shelly What's-Her-Name. She loved you.

- I have no idea

who you're talking about.

- Yes, you do.

Remember, you guys did that play,

that musical together?

- Musical? No, I don't...

- Yeah, you were great.

You had a great voice.

I don't... sing.

What do you mean?

I'm Tom Thompson.

We were in band together.

Oh.

- You okay?

- Please, I'm fine.

This is good. It's time you let go

of Julie DeMarco, just move past her.

So I've decided. You should

ask Julie DeMarco out for coffee.

She's one of the sweetest people

I have ever, ever known.

Yeah, Tom, did you see those legs?

Forget about it.

- You were staring at her legs?

- No, not for me, for Tom.

- I can't believe you.

- What?

You should be staring at my legs.

I've been staring

at your legs for nine years.

What are you saying?

You're tired of my legs?

No, Cynthia,

I'm agreeing with you.

I'm saying that Tom should ask

Julie DeMarco out for coffee.

- Don't you think he should?

- Yes!

Are you okay?

Please, I'm fine.

How was the party?

It was okay.

Gonna see your father on Sunday?

I don't know, Ma.

Anything new?

Good night, Ma.

See ya tomorrow.

Ohh.

Tom.

I got in touch

with Jimmy Gold.

He's coming down

from Boston.

And then the cousins

from Jersey.

Maybe, you know,

a friend from the gym.

We might be one or two short

on the pallbearers.

Mrs. Abernathy,

I am really sorry.

I wish there was something

I could do to help you out.

I know how you feel.

You do?

- I'm giving the eulogy.

- What?

- Ruth Abernathy came to my house.

- Jesus, you didn't get out of it?

- You're getting enmeshed.

- Are you having a thing?

Tom, don't get upset.

Brad and Lauren just stopped by.

- It's not like a thing thing.

- Is that lasagna?

- I can't believe you people.

It's just like a conspiracy.

- No, it's not!

- If you must know, this was my idea.

- Oh, your idea.

- We're two couples having dinner.

- I need to be a couple now.

- Not everything's about you, Tom.

- That's right. It's all about you...

and your sisters and all

your dietary restrictions.

All right, that's it!

I've had your sh*t...

- Let's go. I'm ready for you now.

- Relax.

- Get you a drink, Tom?

- Yes, you can, Cynthia.

- And some lasagna. Thank you.

- Take it easy.

I don't know.

What about the chess club? Can't

we do anything with the chess club?

It should be personal.

I mean, you loved the guy.

- I did not love the guy.

- Maybe you traveled together.

Yeah, excellent!

Scott, read that back.

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