Nothing in Common Page #3

Well, look, I'm...

I'm in the middle of something.

Can I call you back?

Did your mom leave your dad?

I guess so.

People just can't seem

to relate anymore.

Bye-bye.

Hello, Mrs. Packanak.

How are the birds?

- Who is it?

- David.

You know where the key is.

Good morning.

You all right?

Never felt better.

So, what's going on?

I got a horse here

that cannot lose.

- Something burning or am I crazy?

- You're going crazy.

How do you like what your

mother did with the furniture?

Your mother's a thief.

She took the sofa,

the easy chair, the dining table.

I gotta eat off the card table.

I started to shuffle

the toast this morning.

What is this?

Oh. It's a steak.

You want a steak? I'll throw

on another one for myself.

I don't want a steak.

What's with you and Mom?

I can never find the ketchup.

Where does your mother

hide the ketchup?

I haven't lived

here in 10 years.

She kept the peanut butter

on the top shelf. Try there.

Oh.

Here it is.

Your mother hated me using ketchup.

She couldn't cook.

You know, the dog didn't die.

He committed suicide.

Now that's a piece of meat.

You had breakfast?

You want anything?

So...

Mom left?

Do you see anyone else here?

You gonna tell me about the situation

or are we gonna play 20 questions?

I told you on the phone.

She walked out, she left.

Do you know where she is?

Who cares?

I'm better off without her.

Hmm.

She was some bundle of fun,

that one.

My sides still hurt from laughing.

This isn't your problem.

I don't wanna waste your time.

Look, be fair.

I heard from you

three times this year.

"Merry Christmas,"

"Get me hockey tickets,"

and now

"Your mother has left me. "

I know you wanna leave.

You been here 10 minutes already.

What, you got a blond

on the other pillow?

A redhead with tight jeans

with the name across the ass?

When I was a kid we didn't

need any name, just an ass.

Go on, get out of here.

The whisper on the wind

As she slips through the door

The softness of her touch

That leaves you wanting more

Let her put in on

Cut, cut, cut.

What is going on here?

What's down here?

- Why are my glasses on the set?

- What's the matter?

Listen, honey,

it's "Jeu de paume. "

- It's not "Jeu de roller-derby. "

- What do you mean? He moved.

You're ripping this man's face off.

Let's take five.

Take a break, folks.

Seven minutes before lunch,

he takes a break.

You said yes to the Sony,

no to the drunk driving.

- Jane wants to see you.

- I'll be right back.

- Janey, talk to me.

- Lunch tomorrow is at Spiages.

The jacket-no-tie meeting's

pushed to 2:
30.

- Donna call back yet?

- No, but I left three messages.

Someone claiming to

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