where are you going?
i really creamed the sonofabitch, didn't i?
john ultramalensky, right?
god, i haven't seen you since the wedding.
not mine, stupid. yours.
i couldn't sit home and play the mournful widow anymore, and the police didn't need me, so i tried watching a lakers game on tv, but the announcer talked to fast and i couldn't understand a lot of what was happening, so i figured if i came down here maybe you could explain the rules to me, and besides, i missed you.