Old Fashioned Page #3

not the other way around.

So do you mean sex-sex only,

or any other stuff?

Eh, I'm an all or nothing

guy, you know.

Your body's a temple.

You noticed.

Not even a little kissy kissy?

Just right there,

'til the wedding bells.

How long have

you had this theory?

Nine years.

Yikes.

That's not normal.

No.

No, it's not normal.

You don't believe that

there's a right person

out there for each of us?

A soul mate?

I don't believe

our job is the looking.

It's the becoming.

Once you are the right person,

when you're ready, you know?

And hopefully, God willing.

But if you don't date,

how will you ever know?

Hey, I make fire.

Ah, my hero.

Bless you.

Bless you.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Anyway, that's my theory.

You asked for it.

Thanks for the enlightenment.

Hey, I know how weird it sounds.

I know making you

wait out in the cold,

wrapped in a blanket

seems ridiculous.

But a lot of the boundaries

that used to be common,

that we've thrown away,

are there to protect us.

We don't have to go around using

each other, hurting each other.

It doesn't have to be that way.

That's all.

Good night.

Good night.

Hello?

I'm here to pick up

that little rocking chair.

Oh, there she is.

Everything okay?

I do okay?

Excellent job, young man.

You fixed it.

Good as new.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

You have no idea.

There was a fire

before I was born.

Mom was pregnant

with me, you know?

You don't want

to hear that old story.

No, I do.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Yes, sir.

All right, then.

This is the day

the Lord has made.

I'll rejoice and be glad in it.

Thank you, Aunt Zella.

You've done this before?

Once or twice.

Uh-huh.

Inspiration, after

the Greek goddess.

A message is waiting.

You're hired.

Awesome.

Tonight we party then, yes?

So, tell me all about it.

Why don't you

tell me all about it?

Did you bring us any

of our canned tomatoes?

He forgot, Lloyd, again.

It creeps me out

when you do that.

Then don't listen.

Well, I rented the upstairs,

the walk-up.

No, Lloyd wants

to chat about tomatoes.

To a girl.

Oh.

Oh!

Finally, I thought the old bag

would never kick off.

I wonder where she

keeps her valuables?

It's a miracle.

It's a miracle!

Is she a pretty girl?

Nah, let's talk about tomatoes.

How are they?

Here.

Give me your hands.

Who's first?

Everybody signs.

Love, Trish.

Carol?

No, I don't sign anything.

I'll sign.

I'll sign anything you got.

Hey, back off, Tarzan.

Clay Walsh?

Yeah.

Old Fashioned Clay Walsh?

That Clay Walsh?

I just rented

the apartment upstairs.

What?

Has he tried to dazzle you

with any of his theories yet?

Do you know him?

No.

I only met him once.

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