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and I got everything.

I just need, uh...

Red and yellow

sweet peppers.

Honey?

Huh?

Can you get them?

Yeah, yeah.

Green and yellow peppers.

No, red.

No, red.

Red and yellow peppers.

Ok, I'll get 'em.

Thanks.

Oh, and, uh,

Cheryl said that she saw

Tony here earlier,

but I must have

been backstage.

I've been here hours.

I haven't seen him.

Just be careful,

all right?

Right.

I love you, booby.

Hey!

don't you love me?

You know it, honeysuckle.

Mr. Carter?

Been a while.

Oh, hi, Tony.

How you doing?

How or who,

which did you say?

How.

Ah...

'Cause if you'd

asked me who,

then I'd have to tell you

that I'm not doing anyone.

But you're doing

someone, though.

Come on, Tony.

We've been

through all this.

Your ex-wife

is just that--

your ex.

Your ex-wife

is just that--

your ex.

I didn't

break you guys up.

You were around.

Who are these guys?

My friends.

Didn't bring

any of your buddies?

No, I'm, uh...

More of a loner.

don't hurt me.

Please, Carter.

I'll leave you alone.

I promise. I promise.

Oh, yeah?

Well, what makes you think

I don't enjoy

our time together, huh?

Hmm?

Hmm?

You f***!

Now,

the new day didn't begin

with a glorious dawn

marking the start

of some grand adventure.

There was one cresswell

listed in the phone book,

no Mr. or Mrs.

alongside it,

so we didn't know

what we'd find

when we got there.

Not me. Not Raymond...

Not me. Not Raymond...

Not Norman.

M-m-Mrs. cresswell?

They're around the back.

What are?

My bottles.

It's about time the city

came and got 'em.

Your bottles?

Yes, I've even

sorted them into

clear and colored.

I've done all

the work for you.

A little

old lady like me,

you ought to be

ashamed of yourselves.

No, I'm--I'm not here

for your bottles,

Mrs. cresswell,

no, I'm--I'm not here

for your bottles,

Mrs. cresswell,

I'm not with the city.

I--I had a, uh,

a city job once, but...

I was actually--

I was wondering

if I might have

a word with you.

Look, if you're

a jehovah's witness,

you're wasting

your time,

because I've made

my peace with god,

and I don't

want to change

the way I say

good morning

and good night to him

at this late date.

No, no, no. I'm not here

about god, either.

Then what

can I do for you?

Well, you, um...

Well, you, um...

You had a son, right?

He was 65

and still living

with his mom.

He enjoyed

his life, though.

He never went out.

Not after

he left his job.

Ah, a pleasant

retirement nonetheless.

No, disability.

He slipped at work.

He said there was

grease on the floor.

I think

he was just so fat

that he fell over.

I think

he was just so fat

that he fell over.

But don't get me wrong.

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