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Henry Roth : Not her. False alarm. Don't worry, I called the cops already. And I'm
all
set.
Doug Whitmore : Yeah? You all set for this, Mr. Smarty ?
Henry Roth : Oh, shit.
Marlin Whitmore : Yeah. When you finish playing your littlekidnap-victim
crapon my daughter, come by
the house.
Henry Roth : Okay. oh, boy.
Marlin Whitmore : There's something I wanna show you. We figured it out she
only sings on days she meets you.
Henry Roth : You're kidding me. That song ?
Doug Whitmore : That's Mom and Dad's Song.
Marlin Whitmore : When her mom was alive, Lucy would have me take that tape on
every fishing trip I went on.
Henry Roth : Oh, yeah ?
Doug Whitmore : Yeah, she knew it would make me miss her mom and want to come
home sooner.
Henry Roth : I'm seeing a new side to you, sir. I gotta tell you, it's
grossing
me out.
Marlin Whitmore : Let me ask you something. What's
in it for you ? What do you get
out of this ?
Henry Roth : I don't know. Wouldn't you want to spend an hour a day with that
?
Doug Whitmore : Actually, no. She sings like shit. What?
Henry Roth : May I ask you guys something? What's gonna happen down
the line ? Someday she's gonna wake up and look in the mirror
and notice she aged 10 years overnight.
Marlin Whitmore : You know something, Henry? I worry about that every damn day
of my life.
Henry Roth : All right. Hi. Sorry to interrupt, but I noticed we were both
eating alone and I thought I could sit with you. Maybe build a syrup Jacuzzi for your waffle house?
Lucy Whitmore : Oh, that would be nice, but I have a boyfriend. So I'm sorry.
Henry Roth : Making up a boyfriend so you can get rid of me ?
Lucy Whitmore : No, I'm not.
Henry Roth : What's his name, then ?
Lucy Whitmore : Ringo.
Henry Roth : Is his last name Starr ?
Lucy Whitmore : No. McCartney.
Henry Roth : McCartney. Okay.
Lucy Whitmore : Oh, no.
Henry Roth : All right. I'm sorry.
Lucy Whitmore : No! This cop is writing
me a ticket !
Henry Roth : oh, whoa, whoa. I wouldn't go out there.
Lucy Whitmore : Wait, wait, wait!
Cafe Regular : Go on!
Henry Roth : I'm coming.
Lucy Whitmore : The tags don't expire for seven months.
Sheriff : They expired May of this year.
Lucy Whitmore : No! No, no! They expire May of next year.
Henry Roth : Officer, I think there's been a misunderstanding.
Sheriff : I don't.
Lucy Whitmore : This is ridiculous. I'm not paying for this! It's October!
Excuse me. Can I borrow this? Look, October !
Cafe Regular : Lucy, let's go back inside.
Lucy Whitmore : What ? What ?
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