healy you dog!
you hot shit. ya look fuckin' pisser.
here's the info you asked for.
you should thank me--that girl was not easy to find. what'd she scam you out of-some insurance dough?
stalker, huh?
i'm doing okay. i gotta get ready for work.
what can i tell you? it's a healthier lifestyle down here, and it's easier to succeed when your head's clear. those guys i worked with back in boston, they were a bad influence.
not for me, buddy. i don't drink anymore.
take it easy, that's bill.
relax, he just ate.
yeah, well when you quit blow, you gotta quit the booze, too.
healy, what i just tell you?
no i can't.
am i?
jesus, you know what? this shit doesn't even taste good to me anymore.
who the fuck is it to you?
fuckin' patrick healy, you think your shit don't stink. well i got news for you--you're goddamn right it don't! how the hell are ya?!
you found my car?!
god, i miss ya, ya fuck-
so where the hell are you, healy?
the sawbones?
she still think you're a fucking architect?
dumbshit.
why didn't you just tell her the truth?
but jesus, pat, if she's as special as you say, she's going to want to hear about the things you did.
come on, you could tell her about the irrigation ditches you dug in sudan, the orphan babies who cried in your arms in romania.  . the hope you gave freddie the leper in calcutta.
that's bullshit, man you, uh, you were on the front line. remember the, uh, malaria the, uh, typhoon fever that vicious strain of genital herpes?
hey, love will make you do fucked-up things.