I.Q. Page #4

- You're very welcome.

- Next time, I bring my goggles.

All right, Doc.

Ah, Catherine!

Hi.

- The garage.

- He's quite a guy, your uncle.

- Yes, he... Do you know him?

- I get around.

Did you take him on that thing?

You took Albert Einstein

for a ride on a motorcycle?

- Don't ever do it again.

- Why not?

- He could've been killed.

- He loved it. He went "Wahoo!"

- "Wahoo!"?

- When did he last go "Wahoo!"?

- I'm sure I don't know.

- When did you last go "Wahoo!"?

- I'm sure I don't know.

- Want a lift?

On that?

No... No... No.

"Come on, what could happen?

So you die a little."

- Help me out, I'm nervous.

- Really? Why?

I'm trying to figure out

the best way to ask you to dinner.

- Mr...

- Walters. Ed.

Right. I'm sure you're a very nice person.

And I'm happy my automotive safety

is in your large, very capable hands.

But I really should be going that way so...

Goodbye.

- Then dinner's out of the question?

- Yeah.

So I should give you this.

- You found it.

- You left it.

- You fixed it.

- I polished it.

- And I tightened the screws.

- I can feel that.

It's very pretty.

It was my father's. I thought I'd lost it.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- I'm sorry if I was abrupt before.

- No problem.

- Astonishing.

- An unmistakeable chemical reaction.

What?

- What?

- Marlon Brando!

Maybe not.

So, James... Where is it to be?

- Where's what to be?

- The honeymoon.

What have you two

lovebirds decided on?

We haven't really discussed it much.

I was thinking of the Ituri Forest

in the Belgian Congo.

Excellent!

There's a pygmy village,

near the Mbuti settlement.

It's fascinating.

A sort of complete pygmy package.

A hospitality hut, wild boar roast,

you wash in the river, tribal rituals...

It's like being one of the tribe really.

It's the opportunity of a lifetime.

I was thinking more along the lines

of a million kisses on your skin.

I beg your pardon?

On Maui, they have these natural slides

formed from volcanic eruptions

of obsidian.

You climb up and slide down into

what they call the Seven Sacred Pools.

And the water is so aerated,

it feels like a million kisses on your skin,

or like an enormous tongue

just licking your entire body.

Dean, do you remember...

Obsidian slides

and great licking tongues?

I mean, he's the head

of the whole department!

James, how would you like

a million kisses on your skin?

What if we have our own

primitive ritual, right here?

Have you gone mad?

What are you doing?

You don't love me.

Because I won't make love to you

in the middle of a dinner party?

How can you say such a thing?

You know I love you more than anything.

- You're my little munchkin.

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