that's right.
uh-huh.
um, yeah.
excuse me, you're spraying everywhere.
actually, i'm moving to aspen. i've got to get away from my boyfriend.
why not? you seem pretty harmless. i'll give you my number. just let me find a pen.
i know i have one here somewhere.
are you sure you won't forget?
is something wrong?
okay, my number is 652-2553. oh, wait a second, that's my old number. it's so funny how your mind god sakes, give me the damn number!
look, man, if you're gonna get pushy you can just forget it!
hi.
bad day, huh?
well don't worry, mercury's supposed to be coming out or retrograde tonight. things will get better.
anyway, after my boyfriend backed into my garage for the third time, i said to myself, 'run, cathy, run for your life before he kills you both'. then you know what the klutz does and to be perfectly honest, i on't really care. look, i'm sorry, but i'm not very good company today. i'll say. i have an idea. why don't you tell me a little about yourself.
special officer kathryn frick. federal bureau of investigation.
good work, harry.
we've been following you two all the way from providence. mr. and mrs. swanson had a homing device plated in the briefcase.
every bill was counterfeit and marked.
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we don't have any friends.
then about a week later, right out of the blue, she sends me a john deere letter.
my ulcer.  quick.  pills.  in my coat.
don't you get it, lloyd. i've got a ead guy pissed at me. his restless spirit will probably haunt me for the next seventy-five years.
you were the one who was asleep,
thanks a lot, mr. perfect. like you never screwed up. harry suddenly stops in his tracks and turns back to his friend. he seems completely rained.
harry, look!
jesus christ, boss.  it's them.
you take the first run alone. i'm gonna loosen up down here.
i don't know, har, maybe she just had second thoughts.
i'm crazy about you. i've never felt this way about anyone. you make it so easy for me to tell you my innermost desires.
listen to me, i feel like a schoolboy again. a schoolboy who desperately wants to make sweet, sweet love to you.
i desperately want to make love to a schoolboy.