Restoration Page #3

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- Seduced

by the dark side.

- Honestly, I'm just

trying to bribe him

into giving me some free advice.

Francine's just my

coworker in crime.

- Well, you

paid your dues.

Take your pound of flesh.

- All right, our

plan worked, honey.

We are off to landscape town.

- Love you, baby.

- I love you.

- I am sorry if we set you off.

- Oh, no you've

been so welcoming.

- Thank you.

- - You're sweet.

I'm not sure how I'd react to

another woman in my kitchen.

Especially so early in the

morning, but you are a dear.

We will get out of

your way, right away.

- No need.

- Okay then.

Well I promise to rein Harold in

and you just enjoy

your breakfast.

I said it was too early, but

when he saw Todd out there...

Harold just loves to

think he knows everything

about everything.

He will not call a plumber until

we're practically drowning.

Or an exterminator unless

we're overwhelmed by rats.

Rebecca?

Oh my god.

Are you okay?

- Yeah,

I'm...

I'm okay, I'm just tired,

and the hours at the

hospital wear me out.

- And my

cooking doesn't help.

- I'm sorry.

- - No, no no.

It's not you,

really, it's just...

I'm stressed from work and the

house and the new hospital.

- I understand,

more than you know.

What you need is a night out.

A girls' night.

Get your glow on.

- World's biggest bird cage.

Glad I'm not cleaning it.

- Right.

It seemed kind of odd it just

standing there all broken.

It'd make a great

park or something.

- You'd have to talk

to the city about that.

They haven't been listening

for about 70 years.

I think they're waiting

on some big company

to make a bid and make

it worth their while.

Then all our property

values go up.

- Anyway, there's this

pond I'm gonna rehab.

Based on the foliage it

looks like they set up

some sort of English garden.

What?

- English garden?

No, that was their burn barrel.

They got rid of their

garbage in that hole.

- Really?

Like, what, leaves?

- Trash and plastic, whatever

they want to get rid of.

There were no recycling

bins back then, just,

fire and smoke.

You scratch the surface

we're all just an inch

above the dark ages.

- Yeah, I guess I'm

romanticizing it a bit, huh?

- You should.

It's your house.

Your home.

Fall in love.

- No no, I'm good.

Those will kill you.

- Truth, but if you're

already in the train,

you might as well

enjoy the ride.

- What does that mean?

- Lung cancer.

Got the eviction

notice four months ago.

- Sh*t, I'm sorry.

Harold, I didn't mean

to make a joke about it.

- Don't apologize.

Nobody lives forever.

- God, longest seconds ever.

Okay.

What the hell does this mean?

Oh, come on.

Come on.

Oh.

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