well, i'm not sure either, but y'don't hear me complain.  come by th'office, end of th'afternoon.
hiya sally.
how's the arm?
good! a sign it's getting well.
you're going to be fine. i'll stop by tomorrow.
yessir.
mornin', carla. how's the itching?
she went to fetch a pail of water.
you doin' here, doug? thought you started out the day with that pernicious caffeine.
well.
well, they don't always leave with the ones they came in with.
hope to tell you. didn't i pick the fragments of glass out of bob barrenger's actual head myself.
cluster of events. don't see something, ten years, allasudden, three times inna night.
what?
uh, bob barrenger, fella, cameraman.
did i? i think you're mistaken.
mornin', billy, where ya goin' in such a hurry?
watch the curbs, now.
where you off to?
why?
it's the truth that you should never trust anybody, wears a bowtie. cravat's s'posed to point down to accentuate the genitals, why'd you wanna trust somebody, s'tie points out to accentuate his ears?
nope. i'm just supposed to hold people's hands while they die. what'd you say your problem was?
mornin', chessy, how's the back?