All of Me Page #5

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-No, no, no. It's for a very nice man

who's getting divorced.

I think I'm gonna be a partner.

-Mazeltoff!

Oh, Bix, you're gonna be

a partner's best friend.

Call the Fulton Morris Orchestra.

Tell them Miss Cutwater has requested

her favorite saxaphone player

Tyrone Wattell for her party.

And she'd like him to receive

a thousand dollars for the night.

We gonna inform Mr. Wattell.

Come on, Bix.

What a guy!

-Now then...

Mr. Mifflin can witness the codicil.

I will sign as executor of the estate

and then we will be all signed,

sealed and...

Oh, a tunnel...

Edwina?

-With a very bright light.

I was afraid of this.

-What the hell's she talking about?

Terry! Prakha!

What the hell is going on?

-Miss Cutwater?

Did she sign everything?

-Jan, an S 10... I. V. Hurry!

Call the insurance company.

How is she? Will she be all right?

-I'm losing her. I'm losing her!

Get out of my way, you fool!

I lost her.

Where am l?

-What?

Ah, I'm breathing. I must be alive.

-Who said that?

No, I can't be. I just died.

-Wait a minute.

I'm picking up General Hospital

in my fillings.

Oh, it worked. Oh, my Lord!

What the hell's happening to me?

-I feel...

Iike the healthiest woman alive. Oh!

Who said that? I did. I'm going crazy.

Oh-oh! That does not sound

like Fred's daughter.

No, I'm not going crazy.

Something hit me on the head. Oh!

I'm just hallucinating. That's all!

Oh!

-Oh, sh*t!

What the hell are you doing in there?

-Unbelievable! I can't even die right.

Why are you doing this to me?

-God, don't you get enough laughs?

What did I ever do to you?

-Somebody tell me this doesn't happen!

I'm afraid it is, so let's just

go inside and have Prakha Lasa

straighten out this mess.

-Oh, geez! I can't move my right leg!

I'm paralyzed!

-Here let me try.

Now!

Oh, we... we obviously have

mutual control over our body.

This is my body!

I'm not sharing my body with anyone!

Everybody's gonna be disappointed.

-Oh, where we going?

We've got to find Prakha Lasa!

-I can't got in there! Schuyler...

Excuse me, this is a private

conversation, do you mind? Ah, no!

Please, just do as I say!

-No! Oh!

Oh, you seem to have control

over the left side of your body,

while I feel dominant on the right.

Oh, let go of that.

You b*tch! How about a little respect

for the deceased?

Ow! Ow!

Let go of my hand, you bruthe!

I will not!

Oh, oh! Ow!

Just stop it!

If you want me out of you,

stop this ridiculous behavior.

-Lady, I don't know how you got in

but I'm gonna get you out of me

right now! Let's go!

Just wait, I'll go first.

Calm down and try to concentrate.

I'm the right side, uh,

and you're the left.

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