A Little Help Page #5

It was stupid.

I trust you.

I want you

to know that, okay?

I'm sorry.

Okay.

And I'm gonna start taking

better care of myself.

I wanna look good

again for you.

I'm gonna stop smoking and

drinking, and work out.

And I'm gonna ask for more hours at work

so you can be home more often, okay?

Mm-hmm.

Okay, honey?

Uh-huh.

Laura, please.

I love you.

I love you, too,

sweetheart,

but honestly,

just not...

It's okay.

You don't have to do anything.

(Sighs)

All right, hey, hey, hey.

No, you don't have

to do anything.

I want to, okay?

Oh.

Oh, God.

Okay.

Laura, stop!

F***!

I'm sorry. What?

I don't know. Ow!

(Groaning)

I'm...

Help me!

(Crash)

I'm sorry.

(Screeches)

Open again, please.

Yeah, there's definitely something

going on with that molar.

I'm gonna have Dr. Kellman take a look

after we finish with your cleaning.

Woman:
Laura?

Yes?

What are you doing here?

Well, right now

I have Mr. Daniels,

and then I have a 10:00

and a 10:
30.

Laura, today

is your husband's funeral.

Not till 3:
00.

(Screeches)

# Darlin', do be alarmed #

# the other foot's

about to fall #

# and the wicked ways

of your love #

# are catching up to you, doll #

# Now whoever's been sleepin' #

# in your bed is gone #

# Your eyes on the bottle #

# your clothes on the lawn #

# You stand alone, sweetheart #

She actually came to work today.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

Well, you know, they say work

can be therapeutic.

Not in my office, it ain't.

That doctor was only

in there for five minutes.

He didn't take a family history,

he only did one stupid test.

He might as well have

just killed Bob himself.

Just strangled him

with piano wire.

More cake?

These things are so sad

and awful.

Yeah. Actually, this is

my second one this year.

My father died

back in January.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, yeah, thanks,

but it was for the best.

Oh, had he been ill?

No.

Wait, I'm trying

to explain something.

I was the only reporter

Reggie Jackson would talk to

the entire season, and not

because I went easy on him,

because I understood the

complexities of his situation.

You gotta use your brain.

It was a whole different universe back then.

You gotta understand.

When I lost my husband, God rest his

soul, I thought my life was over.

But you know what?

Here I am. Here I am.

Uh-huh.

I play tennis twice a week,

singles,

and I'm on the board

of three major charities.

Does that sound like

my life is over?

No.

No, it doesn't,

does it?

No.

Man on TV:
When the Mets

desperately needed it,

on a day when Mike Piazza

has left base runners...

they pitch...

How ya doin', champ?

##

What's going on?

I feel like I'm in trouble

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