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No, really. I saw her out in the hall.

She's got things

sticking out of her head.

She's a crazy-looking person.

Eugie, you got things

sticking in your head.

Now, look, we'll see.

Come on, I'll show you.

No, no, they're out there.

I'm telling you, I saw it.

- Come here.

- I'm telling you, Rick.

For real, there's someone out there.

I keep telling you.

All right. Be a brave boy.

Open the door and show me.

There's no one out there.

No, I'm scared, Rick.

Scared? I thought

you loved the Bat Lady.

I am, but I'm scared of the fat lady.

There's no fat lady, there's no Bat Lady.

Now open the door

so we can both go back to bed.

I told you she was out there.

- The Bat Lady?

- No, the fat lady.

Oh, you're flipping your butch.

I'll show you there's no one out there.

- She's out there.

- The Bat Lady?

No, the fat lady.

Abby.

Abby, look.

According to my chart, it's happened.

Tonight my moon is full

and square to Jupiter.

Uranus is square to Sagittarius,

Mars is square to Venus.

I saw him for the first time tonight.

He's the one, my true love.

Oh, Bessie, no.

That square's your true love?

- You tear up that horoscope.

- The stars don't lie.

- But isn't awful about our children?

- Your children?

Shouldn't you be introduced first?

Well, suppose they look like him?

Rent them out for Halloween.

He's not very handsome.

But he is kind of cute.

You know, the safe kind.

The safe kind? What's safe in pants?

Oh, the not-so-handsome kind.

They make the best husbands,

you know.

Other women don't want them.

Listen, the man that another woman

doesn't want doesn't exist.

Now, lights out, girl.

I've got an early appointment

with my publisher in the morning.

Suffering catfish!

You're supposed to be an artist

and a writer of children's stories.

Well, you're not an artist

and you're not a writer,

not by my wife's standards.

I knew I'd make the grade.

Sixty-two pages of drawings

and no blood?

Not even an itsy-bitsy nosebleed?

But, suffering catfish,

do you call this

a Murdock book for kiddies?

With no stranglings,

With no decapitation?

Where are they?

I must have lost my head,

because this is where I get off.

Now, wait a minute, Abigail.

Abigail, please.

Please, now, sit down. Relax.

Let me explain something to you, honey.

Now, come on. Now, listen.

Well, I'm a little bit on the edgy-wedgy

this morning.

My wife's been giving me the knife.

And if sales don't pick up,

she's gonna give me the ax.

You wouldn't want old Murdie boy

out of a job, now, would you?

I'm not Cupid, Mr. Murdock.

If you can't wear the pants

in your family...

The pants?

The pants!

Since Edith and I are separated,

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