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Come on in, Mr Baker.
- To tell me what a fan you are?|- I'd like you to print something.
you're so good at that.
I'd like you to print
that I said I loved my wife.
- You loved your wife.|- And that I'll love her...
Of course. Forever. All right.
Thank you, Mr Baker.
Aren't you afraid of dying?
To die is different|from what anyone supposes.
- And luckier.|- That a line from your opera?
It's Walt Whitman.
I can't take credit|for everything, Mr Baker.
What I believe, Mr Baker,
is that this is all far from over.
OK, Strauss, let's go.
No! Stop him! Stop him!
These are for you!
You're all right, child.|I'm not going to hurt you.
Here we go. Keep it going!|Keep it going! There!
Since then she hasn't|spoken a single word.
She won't eat. And when she does|sleep, she has violent nightmares.
- Call the police.|- They've already been here, Father.
They want to take her|to County Hospital.
- "Die-sher"?|- "Dish-er".
and if you had only heard|this woman scream!
- I don't have to hear her scream.|- I will not abandon her, Father.
She's not spending|another night here and that's final.
But, I see no reason
But we don't have the money|to hire anybody.
The man I'm thinking of|would do it for nothing.
He grew up here. He was a policeman.
How's that for a name you can trust?
Pete? It's Mike.|Don't run the ad. I found Carlisle.
I'm on my way to him right now.
- You're on the wrong side!|- Thanks, pal!
If your wife's cousin calls,
just don't take what she says|too seriously.
Yeah, I took her out.
We went and had some lunch|and we kind of...
We went back to her place and...
No, we're not going out again.
Tell your wife there's nothing|wrong with her cousin,
it's just she...|I don't want to...
- Cozy Carlisle?|- Try the freezer.
F*ck you. I'm on a break.
Mr Carlisle,|I've been retained by a law firm
to find you and tell you that|Myron Spargo died last month.
I had a lot of patients.|Now, beat it.
This one left you $1 1,000.
- Myron!|- Yeah, Myron.
Lived in San Marino|with his wife, Karen or Sharon.
Jesus! 1 1,000,|that's a lot of grateful.
- You want a cigarette?|- What? No. I don't smoke.
- What?|- You use that pen like a cigarette.
A man lays pipe for a living,|can't get it up at home.
He had some hard-on|when he made out his will.
Hey, thumb-dick,|I was a damn good shrink.
I used to not charge|half my patients.
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