hell, i would've voted for you, but there's all this apple sauce stuck in my phone.  i don't wanna talk about it. how the hell are you?! here's five good ones!
marty! it's me. paul.
you're leaving me hanging here.
hey. give me a break.
this won't take but a minute. i just gotta hold their hands for a final walk-through. i'll take them in, get 'em out, then you and i can grab a little quality time.
goddamn, it's good to see you. i was afraid you joined a cult or something. i half-expected you to come back to town in a fennel wreath and paper pants.
same thing that happened to you-- i stopped poutin' there on the sidelines. got in. got on the team. i joined the working week, you slick fucking asshole, so why don't you valet park your high horse and take it easy on your old buddy, paul.
god it's great to see you.
what more can i say.
you'll be raising your new family in a work of art. a work of art in a work of art.
now. i don't make a habit of pimping my friends, but there is one prime little piece of land that you must see.
kind of crept up on you, didn't it?
yeah, but it's still kind of eerie, isn't it?
ten years. what happened!?
thank you.
professional killer, huh? does that come with a good hmo?
he sold me this bad boy.
he gave me a great deal.
hey! bob! the car's running great.
see you at the left-a-boy-came-back- a-man-made-good party.
what the hell happened to you?
as long as you had a good time.
what now? chase the girl?
that's too bad.
work's good for the soul.
see you in ten years.