Ghost Town

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Hey, honey, what's up?

Slow down.

Who are you talking about?

No, I don't know! Sweetheart,

I don't have a clue what you're...

An apartment?

No, no! Of course I'm not

looking at an apartment!

Why would I be

looking at an apartment?

Wait a sec, wait.

I know what this is.

Oldest trick in the book. Yeah.

Did a realtor call you? Yeah.

Yeah, realtor calls the wife, says,

"Oh, yeah, I spoke to the husband.

"I'm looking at a..."

My card? My business card?

I don't know.

That I don't know. I don't know

why he has my business card.

Maybe he...

Maybe he or she, then.

Yeah.

Okay, surprise ruined.

No, no, it's all right.

It was gonna be for our anniversary,

but I...

Yeah, it's just a little one-bedroom

in the West Village,

but you're gonna love it.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Hey, listen, the car never picked me up

for this thing at the Waldorf.

I got to go. I'll see you

at home tonight, okay, honey?

I love you, too.

It's okay. Big kiss.

All right, then. Bye-bye.

Hey, let me ask you a question.

You a real estate broker

or a professional f***ing idiot?

Babe, I really think

we ought to let the super do that.

No, I got it, I got it.

Just move that stuff.

No, I did not say

my wife needs to see the apartment.

I said Amber needs

to see the apartment. Amber.

Amber sound like the wife

of a man my age to you?

- Careful with my table!

- Yeah, picked it up right now.

Okay, just get the cord for me, will you?

Okay, all right. I got it, baby.

What do you want me to do with it?

Just keep it out of my way.

Well, it's not exactly a love nest

if my wife's there picking out

the goddamned curtains, is it?

Careful, just get the window,

get the window.

- Okay?

- Ready?

Yeah, just pull it down, and inside.

No, I'm telling you right now,

stop talking.

Because I'm thinking.

No, I'm thinking! I don't...

You know what? Just kill it.

No, kill it. Kill the whole thing.

- There, good.

- See? DIY. "Do It Yourself."

Oh, no!

Call me over the weekend.

Leave a message on the home machine

saying the seller's

had a change of heart,

and that the whole thing's...

- Oh, my God!

...dead.

You are not gonna believe

what almost just happened!

- Did you see that?

- Someone call 911!

- Oh, my God, is he dead?

- He ain't happy.

What?

You cannot be serious!

Not now.

Okay, go ahead and spit.

So, anyway, the very first scene

just takes your breath away.

You have to remind yourself that

you're in the theater watching a play.

My five-year-old, Alex, just adored it.

He wanted his father to see it with us.

That's better.

Anyway, I think he really,

really enjoyed the costumes...

Dr. Pincus? Hi.

I'm gonna need

the panoramic X-ray machine

for most of the morning tomorrow,

so if that fits in

with your appointments...

Fine.

I've cleared my schedule for tomorrow.

Really?

I hear it's supposed to be a lovely day.

And?

No, I just thought that maybe

you were taking the day off to go and...

Right. Sorry to bother you.

You know, we brought some cake.

Mrs. Prashar and I

just had our baby, so...

Yeah, it's a girl,

and we're having a little cake and

I brought some pictures, so, if you...

That'd be delightful.

Start without me.

Great, great. Okay, so...

What a cute baby. She is so cute.

- Yeah, she really is.

- How long was the labor?

- Ten hours.

- Ten hours?

- Yeah.

- Oh, my God.

- That seems like a really long time.

- No, not really.

- It's not?

- Not really.

- See, that's, like, too long.

- It's so worth it.

I'll just get a cat, you know?

Like, 10 hours is a long time

to get something, you know?

- Look at that.

- So cute.

Stop global warming?

Yeah, just a tiny...

It might take a little jiggle.

Good evening, Doctor.

You know what? Let me just open it.

Hey! Can you hold the elevator?

Please?

- Yeah. Holding.

- Thank you.

- Sorry!

- Wait, hold. Hey! Hey!

Good. Still some more.

Come on, come on, come on,

make it, make it, make it,

make it, make it, make it.

Paging Dr. Michael,

Dr. Michael to Pediatrics, please.

- Charts come back up, yet?

- They're there.

I appreciate it.

- Spell it.

- P-I-N-C-U-S.

- Date of birth?

- Why?

What day were you born?

No, I understood the question.

Why do you need to know that?

Let's leave it blank. Weight?

- Last night or this morning?

- You pick.

Hundred and eighty-two pounds.

Number of alcoholic beverages

consumed per week?

- Why do you need to know that?

- Well, they want to know.

Well, I'm sure

"they" want to know a lot of things,

but I don't want my intimate details

auctioned off to the highest bidder,

willy-nilly.

I'll put zero.

- Marital status?

- Pass.

- Profession?

- Irrelevant.

- Food allergies?

- I'm not gonna be eating here.

- Are you allergic to sticking plaster?

- What a ludicrous question.

I'm not answering

any more of these, really.

- Do you smoke?

- Stop it.

- Do you wear dentures?

- Madame, listen.

- When was the last time you ate?

- A pertinent question at last.

Yesterday, lunchtime.

Thanks for asking.

I had a tuna sandwich.

Toast was soggy, but...

- Did you drink the laxative solution?

- Yes.

Did it work?

It was as advertised.

Did you evacuate your bowels?

I drank copious amounts

of drain-cleaning fluid.

What followed was fait accompli.

Sir, what I'm asking is if you were...

I shat. Okay? Good. Again and again.

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