The Love Letter Page #6

Yeah, but in a totally understated,

non-obvious-babe-like way.

- Right?

- [Ray Over P.A.]

I see a new Loblolly-By-The-Sea.

A Loblolly-By-The-Sea that can compete

in the global marketplace.

I'm Ray Bean Junior,

and a vote for me

is a vote for you.

Young lady, bring that sparkler

over here, would you?

- Thank you, dear.

- You're welcome, Miss Scattergoods.

This is the best spot.

You can see everything

from here.

[Chattering, Laughing]

- You know who the best-looking

guy in class was?

- Who?

In our whole class?

Who? Tommy Bailey!

- Oh, Tommy Bailey was gorgeous.

- Yeah, he was gor...

Granted. He was much

better-Looking than you.

- Thank you.

- [Crowd Reacting]

Oh, my God.

[Fireworks Whistling,

Crackling]

Wow.

[Cheering, Applause]

[Cheering,

Applause Continue]

The air is still,

isn't it?

It's humid.

Leaves hang unruffled

by any breeze.

Not a muscle has moved.

When I tie my shoes,

when I peel an orange,

when I drive my car.

[Thunder Rumbling]

Hey, you know what?

We just ran into George,

and he said the best thing to do

on a hot day is to drink something hot.

- Mm-hmm. It cools the body off.

- He knows weird little things

like that all the time.

- You're both late.

- We are late.

You're right. We're late. This is one

of the mornings you're actually right.

We're late. We're about...

Excuse me, I don't have a watch.

Four and a half minutes late.

Can you believe that?

Wow, sorry. We tried to

just make it four minutes late,

but then we stopped

and said hello to someone.

Where's Johnny?

[Bell Jingles]

Hi, Jen.

Hi.

- Nice bod!

- [Chuckles] What?

Well, I mean,

I hate to objectify you,

but, historically,

it is my turn,

and... good pecs,

nice abs.

How's it feel

to be an object, babe?

- Um... weird.

- Oh, well!

Put your shirt back on!

We're trying to sell books here.

- It is hot in here.

- I know, I know it's hot.

I know, I mean, I can feel the hot.

It's hot outside.

So it's hot in here, and I would

be able to feel that it's hot

in here because I've got skin.

So, I want you

to put your shirt on.

I want you to put your shirt on now.

I'd like for you to put your shirt on.

[Sighs]

Okay.

Because you smell.

[Laughs] Wow, Helen,

you just acted like such a b*tch.

- [Door Closes]

- [Janet]

I think you owe him an apology.

[Fly Buzzing]

- [Sighs]

- I, I meant in a good way.

L...

[Mocking] Put your shirt on."

It's a hundred degrees!

Put your shirt on!

Johnny?

Johnny?

Ow!

Johnny, I, I need

to talk to you.

Janet wants me to talk to you

because you seemed like...

Well, she felt like you were upset,

and, well, you can't quit...

because we really need

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