Serial Mom Page #5

She did!

Dottie, you could at least apologize.

I collect Franklin Mint!

We'll go to the antique market

and find you another one.

Misty tells me there's a whole booth

filled with Franklin Mint stuff.

Dottie, you lock up, won't you?

I'll take care of poor Rosemary.

But I heard her voice.

It's her!

Mr. Sterner, you've lost

a tiny filling.

I have to drill deeply enough

to remove all the decay.

All right, go ahead.

But be careful.

It really hurts.

Open. Wider.

Very wide.

Mrs. Sterner,

you can't go back there.

Goddamn you! You're trying

to hurt me on purpose!

Are you okay, Ralph?

Mrs. Sterner, please stay

in the waiting room.

Help me, Betty! He's worse than

the dentist in "The Marathon Man"!

I'm sorry to interrupt...

but there are two police detectives

waiting to see you in your office.

Fine.

Good morning.

What is it, officers?

- My patient is waiting.

- Doctor, is your wife a big reader?

Bird books, mostly.

Like these we found

in her garbage?

"Urge to Kill,"

"Mass Murder In Houston"?

I'm sure those are

my son Chip's books.

They're your wife's.

We checked.

She bought them at the...

"Browse and Learn Bookshop"...

along with a few other titles.

"Helter Skelter,"

"Hunting Humans. "

MasterCard reference

number 7876...

dated February fifth.

This is ridiculous!

Doctor Sutphin,

is your wife mental?

Damn these gnats!

I hate them!

Always something, isn't it?

Can I help you?

Thanks for not buying anything.

Misty, honey...

now, lighten up.

It's not the customer's fault

that Carl stood you up.

Young man,

this Faberge egg is chipped.

Yes, ma'am, it is.

I'll give you fifty dollars.

That's a Franklin Mint piece.

One hundred dollars.

Franklin Mint or not,

that's damaged goods.

- I'll take this instead.

- This is a nice one, huh?

It'll be cold before you know it.

Three dollars?

I guess that's

how I must have marked it.

Did you find your Franklin Mint egg,

Rosemary darling?

I saw one, but it was

really overpriced.

Want me to keep this

under the table for you?

If you don't mind.

It was on sale.

Franklin Mint!

Honey, please...

for my bedroom shelf.

Wrap it up for the little lady.

Here you go.

The Colts.

Banner, please.

Honey, I have to take a piss.

There you go.

Can't believe it.

F***in' Don Knotts!

He's the coolest.

Honey, look.

I made a killing.

Mom, watch the booth.

I want to see what's going on.

Sure.

I hope nothing's wrong.

You got some doo-doo

on your shoe.

I hate that!

There was a lady

in the men's room, I swear!

A pretty little lady

in the stall right next to me.

That's $158.

New York money

good enough for you?

Certainly.

It's Carl.

He's dead.

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