The Whole Ten Yards Page #2

I'd buy cookies from her.

Putz.

- I heard that!

- Jag- off.

Well, that was a close call, huh?

Minty Thins are bad anyway.

They cause staining--

- You've really got to stop this now, Oz.

- I know.

Nobody is coming to get us. They can't

come and get us, because they're all dead.

- Or in jail.

- Right.

If you look at that monitor

one more time...

I'll be taking cold showers?

For starters.

You look very nice in that robe.

This will make you very happy. I think.

You think, huh?

Well, for starters, I hate the color.

So! You are the two that tried to muscle in

on my businesses while I was gone.

- No!

- Tell everyone that Lazlo Gogolak...

...is back in town.

How are they gonna tell

anyone when they're dead?

What?

Come here. I love you, boy.

Don't correct me. As a rule.

- What is that? Give it to me.

- Here, boss.

Oh, another surprise.

That was fun.

Oseransky.

- It's me.

- Oh, hey, Jill, how are you?

- How's your new dental assistant?

- Well, she's not trying to kill me.

Never forget the fun we had.

- Hey, listen. Can I ask you something?

- Sure, anything.

You think Jimmy and Cynthia talk?

What do you mean? Like you and I talk?

No, like, I mean, ''talk'' talk.

I don't understand. Why would

Jimmy and Cynthia be ''talk'' talking?

No, Cynthia would tell me.

She tells me everything.

- Why?

- He's acting like a fruitcake.

- What, he's killing people?

- I wish.

No, he's up to something. He's acting like

he's out of his mind, but I don't believe it.

Oh, jeez, a homicidal maniac acting

totally crazy. What a surprise.

- Jill!

- I gotta go, I'll talk to you later.

Yeah?

- So that's the one we're after?

- Yes.

Cost me 1 0,000 to get,

you know, the dental work.

- To find out if it's him.

- Did you save receipts?

- No. What receipts?

- I'm kidding.

Nobody saves receipts anymore.

Don't worry. That's why it's funny.

It's funny. All right, so you go in

and you grab him.

- Yes.

- You go in...

And I...

And grab him.

- What do you do?

- I go in and I grab him.

Piece of pie.

- No, it's ''cake.''

- What did I say?

- Pie.

- And you said?

- Cake. No, it's pie.

- Piece of pie.

Cake.

Mr. White, how's that implant

treating you?

Okay.

So how are you? How you doing?

You're looking topnotch. Very stellar.

That's a nice sweater.

A burnt orange or--?

Hey, Dr. Oseransky,

your wife's on line one.

- Is she upset?

- You know what...

...I can't tell whether she's

laughing or crying.

I think she might be laughing.

- Okay, well, put her through, okay, Julie?

- Okay.

Here we go. A little nitrous for you.

Now, don't take this off

until I tell you.

You may enjoy that.

- Hi, honey, what's up?

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