Christmas Eve Page #3

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Come on, come on.

Stop the madness!

What was that?

Who the hell has a gun in here?

I don't have a gun.

Me neither.

I wish I had a gun.

A woman of my beauty

can never be too careful.

Shh.

Damn it.

Let me guess again, cakes?

In the business of cakes?

You don't work for

the government.

What are you an attorney?

What are you, a

private detective?

Do I look like a private dick?

I wouldn't say private.

Paralegal.

Ahh.

- I was wondering...

- you know...

I'm sorry, go ahead.

No, no, no, you should go.

I was just gonna say,

maybe we should try

yelling or jumping up

and down or something?

Really?

I was gonna say that coat

is totally wrong for you.

You're a fashion critic now?

No, it's deeper than that.

I'm a deep guy.

No thanks.

You ever poor crackle all

over a scoop of ice cream?

I don't know.

Well, you're the ice cream

and that coat is your shell,

that's your hiding place.

Well, if you can tell

I'm trying to hide,

I must not be doing a

very good job of it.

Why would you possibly want

to hide how beautiful you are?

I mean, what are you afraid of?

Little ole' me?

Wait, I got it.

You're an only child, right?

You're a sorority

girl at Harvard,

just like mommy was.

And then you went to law

school and you thought

you met Mr. right but he

dumped you final semester

when he realized he

could be the next

wolf of wall street.

You managed to graduate but

you were so distraught

you just couldn't

pass the bar and so you

told all your friends

that you're a lawyer

even though, really,

all you do is work for one.

Here comes my favorite part.

It's why I saved it for last.

I can't wait.

You've always wanted

to be a cheerleader.

What are you doing?

Well, I'd like to

take a picture of you.

Stop! Hey! Stop!

Come one, show me

what's under that shell.

Stop!

Show me some emotion,

yeah, that's it.

We're in the surgery wing,

headed down to recovery

on the third floor.

How can that be?

This is a hospital.

Got it.

There's a glitch with

the backup generators,

should be 10 to 15 minutes.

You better hope

it's fixed before sleeping

beauty wakes up or one

of you's gonna have to

tell her the truth.

The truth is a

cardiac liposarcoma.

Nothing anybody could

have done about it,

except god.

She had that b*tch covered.

How's that?

She asked me to pray

with her before surgery.

And?

Maybe we should jump up

and down to get it going.

Yes!

No.

No.

Oh.

Well, I'm Molly.

I have been sober

for 45 minutes.

I was headed to eat Chinese

with my bff, Sherry,

who will tell you about

herself in just a minute.

Oh, I'm a Sagittarius and

I'm allergic to peanuts,

which is rare to

be a Sagittarius

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