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that you and Eddie are having problems...

...in the middle of what could be

a very lucrative situation.

Yes.

I talked to Eddie again last night.

He wants to make amends.

He's willing to do whatever it takes

to work this out.

-The marriage or the deal?

-Don't get smart with me.

It's a legitimate question.

-I'm talking to your sister.

-I know.

Just following along for the hell of it.

Listen, honey, I'm not saying

he hasn't done anything wrong. He has.

But he's a good father and provider,

and that's not easy to come by.

Then you marry him.

Look, child, people have survived

worse tragedies than this.

You're a grown woman

with responsibilities.

If you can't work things out,

that's one thing...

...but you haven't even tried,

and that I won't have.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

I think so.

You're telling me if I just eat sh*t politely

with a knife and fork...

...and learn to swallow

the handfuls of bullshit he serves me...

...then everything will be A-okay.

Is that it?

That's what you're saying, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Nice going. You handled that like a pro.

Watch out. I've had it with you.

All our friends complain that

they never hear from their kids anymore.

Why can't that happen to us?

-You okay?

-Yes.

I'm just so....

What did I do?

I was going to be a large-animal vet.

I only had a year to go!

How'd this happen to me?

What's that?

-The Chi O Sadie Hawkins dance.

-That's right.

Exhibit A. You asked him.

What's your point?

My point is none of this just happened.

Let's face it,

you weren't just hit by a truck.

I have to go. Charity League.

Another perfect case in point.

I have a cookbook to put out,

a daughter to raise...

...and the Winter Grand Prix!

I don't have time

for the nervous breakdown I deserve.

Please, don't ask me to stop and think.

You're right.

Forget it.

I only asked him

because he was a good dancer.

Shoot.

Wait. Can I talk to you?

I've been trying to call you.

-What is it?

-I heard that you left Eddie.

-Well, Lorene, you know....

-You would tell me, wouldn't you?

If there was anything

that had to do with me, wouldn't you?

Of course, I would.

I'm so relieved. I knew you would.

You know how Eddie and Tuffy

have always been so competitive.

I was having a really hard time with Tuffy.

I mean, he wouldn't stay put,

if you know what I mean.

Nothing sparks a man's interest

more than competition.

-Really?

-That's all it was, really. Just nothing.

Really.

If anyone wants to volunteer

for the Christmas bazaar...

...they can sign up tonight

or call me by the end of the week.

That's all.

Thanks. Anyone else? Yes, Lucy.

If everyone would sell

at least 10 raffle tickets, that'd be great.

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