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And you know, with breasts like that...

do us all a favor

and wear a f***ing bra.

I think you need to leave.

Like right now.

- Not without my tablecloth.

- Take it.

No. I'm gonna find that receipt,

because I'm not having anyone in this shop

thinking that I didn't pay.

We have an abusive customer down here.

Paid.

We appreciate your business, ma'am,

but I think it's best if you leave.

I bet you do.

You look happy.

Is Mrs. Burke doing better?

No, she's about the same.

- You need help with that?

- Oh, no, I got it.

You're lucky you never smoked.

It's a hard habit to give up.

Yeah, well...

Now I have to watch our for snacking

as a replacement for cigarettes.

Damn you.

This won't do.

No, this won't do at all.

There you go. It's looking good.

- Daddy, what are you doing?

- Well, I thought maybe you'd want this.

- I want an old swing on my new porch?

- Oh, it's not an old swing.

Honey, this is the one you

and your mother used to use.

You really remember things

differently, don't you?

Daddy, the whole point

is to make this place look new.

Right, right. Well, I could paint it.

- Daddy.

- And if it squeaks I can oil it.

Dad.

All right, I'll take it down.

Take it down.

Daddy? Daddy?

- Oh, my God, are you okay?

- I'm fine, I'm fine.

- I'm fine, girl.

- I got you.

- Alright.

- Okay.

- I got you.

- Right, one, two, three.

I got you.

- Thank you.

- What have you done to my porch?

Hey, hey! Sir, wait!

Oh, my.

Critical care unit, Nancy here.

It's for you.

This is Miranda.

I'll be right there.

Will you clean the phone?

- Do you think something bit him?

- I don't know.

- Something poisonous.

- Maybe.

- I tried lifting him, but...

- Did you fall?

A little bit.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm alright.

- I'll take care of him.

- You know, he might get mad.

If you want to get better, dog,

you come with me.

You can't be pushy.

You have to let him come to you.

That's okay, I came prepared.

Hospital food!

Come here, Benny.

Hospital food, come here, dog.

There you go. You'll come with me.

- You'll come with me, right?

- Very funny.

Hospital food. Come into the car.

There you go. There you go. Good boy.

Oh, boy.

You wanted to see me, so...

William Finn.

It's you.

I don't think anybody wants to be me.

So yeah.

That's me.

You look different.

I don't get to get out very much.

What made you finally agree to see me?

An impulse.

Like every other stupid decision

I ever made.

You can... you can say

what you came to say.

You expect me to cry?

Scream?

Say dear God, why me?

- Something like that.

- That's not me.

- I just figured from your letter.

- My letter just said I wanted to see you,

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