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It's the only public | health facility in the area,

and your company just bought it.

I know that hospital. | My uncle went there for a new liver.

They sent his ass | to the supermarket.

If this hospital goes private, | the people who depend on us...

won't have any place to turn.

That's awful. I think | you should take that up...

with Mr. Wellington | at his business office.

I've tried that. | I've been there at least 20 times.

I've made 200phone calls, | and Mr. Wellington seems to never be in,

so I decided to visit him | at his home.

He's unavailable, | I guarantee you.

If he's unavailable now, I'll just | wait here until he is available.

- I'm afraid you can't. | - Yes, I can.

Would you like to call the police | and have me arrested?

- I'm sure the press'll be interested. | - No, no, no. Let's don't.

- Let's don't even- | - I thought so.

Hey, King, if I take | this Wellington guy's body,

could I help her out?

- You got the hots for her. | - You tryin' to sell me a body, right?

- Well, let's see it. | - Okay.

Would you stop it?

This ain't Star Trek. | I'm used to walking.

Lance Barton, | Charles Wellington.

Mr. Wellington, | please, don't get up.

Damn, he's dead!

Yep. Nice bathtub.

So if I take his body, | I'm gonna look like that, right?

I can't go to the Apollo | in that body.

- How can I get laughs lookin' like him? | - He looks funny to me.

I already get booed. Do I really need | to get beat down on top of it?

You want to meet the girl, | you gotta take the body.

Any moment someone'll discover it, | and it'll be too late.

Does it have to be for good?

Could I just be him while you | find me a better body?

- You mean, take the body on loan? | - Mm-hmm.

Normally, I have | a problem with that,

but since we, uh, screwed up,

it's a deal.

Mr. Wellington, there's | a Miss Sontee Jenkins here to see you.

Still bathing, are we?

We don't want our fingers | to go all pruney.

Hey, it worked!

What? You weren't sure | it would work?

Relax, I read the manual.

Hey, I still look like me.

You are you.

I thought you said | I was Wellington.

- You are Wellington. | - Well, thanks for clearin' that up.

Look, Lance, | to everyone else...

you look like Wellington, | you sound like Wellington,

you even smell like Wellington.

But you see yourself.

Simple, huh?

Mr. Wellington, everything allright?

Go ahead. You can answer him. | Go ahead.

- Everything's cool. | - Not too cool, I hope.

No, everything is all right.

Now, they're gonna see Wellington, | not some brother in his clothes.

'Cause I don't feel | like gettin' shot today.

- You'll be all right. | - All right.

So, you the butler?

Yes, sir. | Uh, me- me the butler.

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