For Richer or Poorer Page #3

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- I would love to but...

Bob.

- I've got your number.

- Huh?

- Number, please.

- New satellite phone. From Osaka. Huh?

Got your number.

This will pick up a signal anywhere.

- That's great but I gotta go.

- Wait!

I got one more thing to show you.

Please. Just take a minute.

Oh, by the way.

How did that IRS thing come out?

- Are we gonna survive?

- Uh... sure. I took care of everything.

That's what I want to hear.

What do you think?

The Shiatsu 2000 Massage Experience.

- That's fantastic. I gotta go.

- Wait a minute!

Come on, Bob. Look at this.

Oh, feeling good.

I got the manicure-pedicure option,

and I can sit here while I'm getting

my back rubbed and get a facial too.

- What do you think?

- You're spending development money

on stupid toys.

These are not stupid toys.

These are business tools.

I write all this stuff off.

Yeah, that's what I do.

I could do a lot more.

I got a working knowledge of every inch

of this place. I got... I got...

I gotta go. I'm, I'm really late.

I'll walk out with you. There's

something else I should tell you.

Great.

Come on, come on!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Well, Caroline and l

have decided to call it quits.

Gee, that's too bad. Sorry to hear

that you two are splitting.

Did he say "splitting"?

Miss. IRS Field Agent Hall.

Where did Mr Sexton go?

Well, he better be going to the bank.

Bank?

The bank. He's running.

Get backup.

Have them meet me there. Move.

He did my first two divorces,

and if I ever get married again,

he'll do my third.

- Brad won't know what hit him.

- Coh.

You're so lucky not to have a pre-nup.

We didn't have anything.

There was nothing to nup.

- Oh. You're gonna get it all.

- Uh. That's mine.

You got it last time.

No, no, no, no, no.

Hey! Hey!

I don't have time for this!

Son of a...

Oh!

Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.

This is where the fun begins.

- Who the hell are you?

- lnspector Lester.

I'm here to bring in the suspect.

lnspector Derek Lester? Wow.

Sir, I heard about you at the Academy.

I'm sure you did, son.

Whoa. Look, sir. Hey,

I know I may be a little new at this

but we don't shoot people

for cheating on their taxes.

Oh. You're right.

You are new at this.

My accounts are frozen?

It means you can't touch them.

I know what you mean. Who froze them?

That information is confidential.

Really.

Caroline.

Huh. Excuse me, sweetheart,

but this card has no limit.

I'm sorry to say... it does.

Huh. I knew he was too good to be true.

Let the games begin.

That bastard.

That b*tch.

[Grumbles and moans]

[Phone rings]

Jesus.

- Bob Lachman.

- Ah, Bob. Brad.

Oh, Brad.

Listen. Somehow, Caroline has managed

to freeze all of my accounts.

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