Bye.
But
yeah.
Hm.
Mhm.
Bye.
My dear wife. As the ancient saying goes in, why is truth
insincerity? The mark of a drunkard.
You could or would for one brief moment shut that vast resounding chasm of a mouth.
I should be grateful madam. The
greats
I have suffered in the name of marriage. Oh, Mariage
de con barman.
So can
og
oh, how can you insult me so very easily madam? I have.
But to listen to your fatuous brave. Do you hear his churlish himself? Father?
Father
shook.
Yes.
Ever possess me to marry you?
The question I often in quire of myself
madam to which there is no satisfactory answer.
Save one perhaps. And that is that no one else would have you?
Only a man who drinks could talk like that. We escape the unendurable however we can.
How I despise you.
Oh,
have you refused him?
Really? You never cared a fig for me?
You only carded me to gain control of father's business.
What other reason could there be?
Oh,
did you hear that? Does he ever
what I gave the sugar to you once
that
shall I give him some medicine?
Hm.
Thanks.
Hm. Pretty close. Merely for purposes of enlightened
Mr Trumbull. I could have been the greatest opera singer in the world. What world
if the vocal emissions of a laryngitis
be qualifications? Yes.
Then perhaps you could have been what know you of art and beauty toss pot.
So in ari it, in your mouth, madam, shut it.
Anybody could be proud to rest in this coffin.
You can't even keep our heads above water.
Why you've only had one customer in the past nine months?
My father had a thriving undertaking business until you proceeded to
get a hold of it and run it into the ground.
Where else
a thriving business,
the receipts of which he used to cram this house with monstrosities.
If my father chose to spend his hard
earned profits in the collection of curious objects,
I would more than collect curious objects, madam.
He also fathered. Why I
advise you
demon rum will get you yet? I look forward to that day with keen anticipation, madam.
What I wouldn't do to get her down here as a customer?
Good afternoon, Mr Tramble Trumbo.
Will you learn to pronounce my name correctly?
I said Mr Tramble,
what in the name of all that's holy? Is that thing?
This,
this is the new coffin.
I don't like to see anybody buried naked. I don't,
I just don't know when in their right mind would be caught dead in that thing.
My coffin
gratifying Mr Gilly to have a, a master craftsman in one's employ.
Well, I'm going out and drink myself into a state of stupefaction.
Mr Trumble. Oh, how do you do Mr Black? How nice to see you, sir.
That remains to be seen, sir.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a singularly pressing a boon, sir,
a trifling matter of a year's rent in a rear.
Has it been a year each and every unpaid David?
Well, what do you know about as much as I regret to
d dear sir?
It is unhappily incumbent upon me as owner
of these premises to regard your monetary debit election
shall we say
inconvenient to my purposes?
Oh, well, now,
so vastly inconvenient one might add that should the debt
remain outstanding for as much as 24 hours more?
I fear that
legal machinery must
force be set in motion
and me
hinchley and trumble face the incommodious prospect
of taking up residence
in the street
industry.
Have I expressed myself
with clarity, Mr Trumble with extreme clarity, Mr Black?
Then we are of one mind
our
mutual interests to the court
24 hours. Mr Tumble.
Good day to you, sir.
Good day to you.
You penny pinching old pig,
Mr Turnbull.
And as for you, you sniveling
to forego the glories of an operatic career for him.
No, no cleopatra.
No sweetheart.
Oh, I came up here too
to get a glass of water.
If he continues mistreating you like that.
I,
I wouldn't know what to do.
She
and I told
that
I
love,
I'm you.
Yeah.
Beautiful.
Yeah.
To, to
comedy. Do
love
to
music
tomorrow.
Will you stop that? Ungodly Caroline
must have been an earthquake.
Mr Gelly
in the parlor.
Drunk again, huh?
John Barleycorn and Hinchley. They're the partners in this business
time for your medicine old man.
Oh, thank you. Thank you
father. Do you really think I'm gonna let you poison my own father?
Hope springs eternal in the human.
Why do you always take my medicine away? Don't you care? Nothing about the health?
Mhm.
Sit down Mr Gilly.
Comfortable. Mr Gimme.
Well, Mr Gay,
I am afraid that it is uh
decision, time,
decision time.
Yes, Mr
Getty.
Business being once more on the trembling verge of ruin
it behooves us to acquire a bit of income.
Huh?
Therefore, Mr Gil, it is necessary that we
venture forth tonight.
Not so soon again.
Yes, so soon again, Mr
Gibbs.
What if I refuse?
If you refuse Mr Guillain?
Which possibility I find most remote.
However, if you refuse Mr Gilly,
the local constabularies who forthwith be apprised of sundry,
illicit Peccadillos.
In which one Mr G has been involved?
Picadillo?
What if I tell them the truth
and tell them that it was your idea in the first place?
Mr
Gilly
Felix Fre,
I put it to you.
Who in your discerning estimation,
do you think they're most likely to believe Mr W Trumbull,
respected citizen and entrepreneur of death or Mr Felix Kelly
wanted fugitive and confessed bank robber. I've never confessed.
They just proved it
one of these days,
one of these days, what Mr
Gilly?
Nothing.
Exactly, Mr Gidding.
Nothing.
Hm.
Shall we say uh
midnight,
midnight?
All right, you are most accommodating Mr Gillie
until midnight.
He's a perfectly delightful old gentleman
owns a fleet of merchant vessels operating out of Boston.
He and I enjoyed a most delightful afternoon of
conversation together at the White Bull Tavern later on.
I walked him home that
lives in a marvelous old house out there on Winkle Road. Wait till you see it.
Well, come on.
I have an idea what I'll wait for you right here, Mr Gilly.
Without your cunning fingers, how should I gain entrance? Come on.
Right.
Ok.
Get to work.
You know, the next time they catch my police tools, it'll be 30 years.
It's no wonder they caught you the last time.
You're probably the most inept housebreaker in all of New England. That's true.
Did you try the knob?
No. Why?
Quiet?
Quiet,
quiet.
Pardon me?
I
didn't mean to do it.
Well, if they didn't hear that, they must all be as deaf as old Hinchley.
I don't like this. What are you doing?
Quiet. Get up.
Fucking, I put
you in front
of
Venus.
Get up,
go.
Oh,
that
eye.
If you make one
s
I
think
I,
now you sit there Mr Gilly and don't you make a sound Mr Gilly?
As a matter of fact, don't you even breathe Mr Gilly? Do you understand me?
Exactly.
I shall return presently?
Yeah.
Mm.
Oh,
wow.
Mhm.
Fa
Mon
Guilin
where the stream flow?
Laing?
Wing and the leaves are tapping, tapping and the ancient bell names napping.
Dreamed of gently rapping, rapping,
rapping gently with a hammer on a baby's skull. Hm.
Sleep here, Mr Gelett.
How,
how can I sleep
when I know what you've done
a
little medicinal nip?
No, thank you. More's the pity
and of white throat.
Well, thus we end our lonely vigil
le forward
foot.
Dear child,
dear child. What is a myth? Oh, sir.
My master has to all appearances succumbed into sleep
and I must run to fetch the doctor.
Oh, cataclysmic
circumstance. Perhaps I can be of assistant. Oh, sir. Could you?
Well, I believe I could take me to your mist.
Oh, yes, sir. Thank you. Oh, not at all my dear. Not at all. It is my pleasure to help
the Hinchley and Trumbull are always at your beckon.
I am afraid madam that he has made his final crossing to that Stygian shore.
What
he's dead?
Allow me madam in this moment of your most desolate bereavement
to lift from your sorrow laden shoulders,
the burdensome tasks of exo
and Sepul Tour.
What
I'll bury him for you
for by the most coincidental of vicissitudes. Madam.
I happen to be the owner and director of a local funeral parlor.
You are? Yes, indeed.
As we like to say to those we serve
when loved ones lie on the lonely couch of everlasting sleep.
Let Hinchley and Trumbull. Draw the covenant.
How tender.
Yes. Isn't it?
Remove the carcass?
Mhm.
Where in the name of Blue Blazers is she
play?
No. No,
not now. You old fool.
We have to wait for the damned widow to get here, huh? What? 00, yes.
Yes, he does look very natural.
Oh, I'm sorry, sir. Never mind.
Is your mistress here? No, sir. No one is.
What,
what's happened?
Where is the widow? Pips
gone to Boston, sir?
With everything
she's going to live in Europe.
You?
Yes, sir.
She's discharged all the servants.
They've all gone home but me and she left nothing,
sir. No money.
Not a penny, sir. Well, what about my fee, sir? I don't know.
She didn't even pay me my wages.
Is there no morality left in this world?
Don't you think you've had
your mouth
women
soon? Put your trust in them is put a pistol to your head.
You really should
still.
Oh, Ben Johnson
buried standing up.
I can't trust anybody these days, the world is full of knaves and felons.
Don't you think that you're being overly silent?
And with the third
buried with his horse?
Just because one cuts.
Are you gonna shut your mouth or not, Mr Trimble.
Trumble. I said Mr Trimble. Well, pardon me,
Alexander? The great embalmed in honey. So they say
Egyptians used to holler them out and pour them full of resin.
Will you shut the old goat up? Don't you dare
to? My father
shut up too.
Egyptians used to bend them in two and stick them in a base of salt water.
Father give him four eyes, father, please. Medicine old man.
You dare yank their brains out with a hook. Father.
There you are.
You're eating much too much sugar. You know that, don't you,
Mrs,
I'll have you arrested
Mr Gary
in the parlor.
Uh,
excuse me.
There you go. Keeping my medicine away from me again.
I don't believe you care whether your poor old father lives or dies.
You want me?
Yes, Mr
Killeen.
We are going out again tonight
tonight. Yes, I said tonight tonight, don't try to argue with me.
I said tonight tonight,
what if the same thing happens? That happened to us the other night?
Well, it's never happened before. Has it?
What if it does happen?
I'll be going to go out another night and another night and
look for another man and another man and someone who isn't married,
Mr Giddy.
And how are you going to do that?
Wake up everybody before you do that horrible thing
to him and ask him whether he isn't married
or are you just going to kill off any old man that comes your way,
Mr Trumbull, sir, Mr Black wanted
dear sir.
If total payment for the past year's rent is not received by morning,
I shall instigate proceedings for eviction. Signed
John F Black.
A cry
restart the
hack.
Precisely. Mr Gilling
to paraphrase the venerable adage.
We shall kill two birds
with one
pillow.
We just can't go on like this forever. Oh nonsense, Mr Gilly.
This is a sizable community with more than an adequate supply of
customers. Take Mr Black, for instance, he's a widower
and therefore no risk of a mercenary widow bolting with the plunder of inheritance.
And
besides with him, there's a double profit.
The only thing that bothers me is why I never thought of it before.
There must be a little more honest way to conduct a funeral business.
I might expect that kind of talk from a criminal.
Stop.
WW
You're having a little trouble, Mr Gilly,
this dirty luck was never made for picking.
Well, why don't you take an ax and chop it open?
Nobody but nobody tells Gilly what to do with locks.
No, I take it back. What you need is a cake of gunpowder.
Hey,
I have an idea.
Maybe there's a bolt on the inside, there's a bolt on the inside of your head,
Mr Gilly and it's loose, but that has nothing to do with doors.
And what about the front door? Certainly that has a bolt too. Then try the window.
All these windows.
That is not my specialty. It's an order, Miss
De,
all right.
Dr,
well,
it's impossible to get inside. Even the windows.
Every one of them has a bolt
of all the distrustful.
Oh, I will not be denied.
Mr Turnbull.
Trumbull. Mr Turnbull. I know.
But what are you going to do? Fly down on
your sauce? Mr Gillie
thinks he can keep me out, does he?
Mhm.
You're positive about the front door
and the windows are all both, huh?
Bolted.
You refer of course to the downstairs window.
What,
what do you mean by downstairs windows?
Are you see Jim off?
I think you are thinking of.
Uh,
no. Yes,
no, no. Ascend Mr Gillie.
Well, don't caress it. Mr Gilly Cli.
Yeah, we're not doing very well. Are we Mr Gilly?
I told you I was not very good in climbing. You're not very good at anything.
Are you Mr Gilly? Unless it's bungling. Get
it's not my fault that all the doors and windows are closed. Shut up
here.
Well, thank you, Mr Turnbull.
What did you step in?
So clean your boots off? For pity's sake. I tried.
Couldn't you get somebody else? No, I have my heart set on black. Now.
Come, let's try again. All right, I'll try, but
I can't promise.
Grab the roof.
What do you think?
I'm trying to do? Well, do it before you break my back.
Here I go.
Here I go
here. I
go. Oh well, go man.
Hm.
Not planning to spend the night up there. Are you?
Definitely not.
I don't think this is a good idea.
Come on,
go and get it up there.
Why did I ever escape from prison?
It was so peaceful there.
You got to open that door for me if it takes you all night.
Such a long time,
all
that
I have avoided thee.
We get thee back.
My soul is too much charged with blood of thine already.
I have no words.
My voice is in my soul, not bloody
and,
and terms can give the out
thou ross
to labor
as easy, mayst thou the infringe there of thy keen
blade. I press
as make me bleed.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests.
I bear a charmed life
that must not yield to one of woman born
despair, thy charm
and let the angel who must still have
served tell thee Macduff was from his mother's womb
and timely writ
a curse should be the tongue that tells me so
for it hath cowed my better part of man
and be these juggling fiends no more.
Believed that potter with this in a double sense.
Come on, go to sleep
and break it to our hope.
I'll not fight with thee
then ye on the
child
and live together. So case at the time
we'll have, these are run among us
are a painted upon the pole and under it
here.
May you see the tyrant?
I will not yield
to kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet
and to be beaten with a rebel's curse. Grace is a bedbug. Thou
Burnham would become to go to
a
and thou opposed being of no woman born
yet. Will I try the last before my body? I throw my wall like shield,
lay on duff and
gam be he who first tries hold it up.
How
do you
have?
Ah
ha
ha.
Oh,
who you
g is my name
hurt.
Where am I outside of Mr Black's house? Huh? Do you know what happened?
He, he recited to him or something. Then he chased me with a big sword.
You rang,
sir?
Get up. We got to make a run for it.
You've bungled it again. It was my fault. No, it's never your fault. Is it?
It's always,
isn't that right? Served?
Where's he going?
I know where he's going to the police.
Well, follow him. Stop him, huh?
Fine mess. You've made of things again.
Hm.
Servant.
Where are you going to fetch the doctor? Sir?
My masters,
I'm conscious on his bed.
He's dying, dying, dying.
I wanted you to stop him. Why did you let him go? Why?
Because Mr Black, he's dying.
Oh, how sad
this man is dead. Are you positive doctor?
I beg your pardon?
No offense intended, sir.
It's simply that Mr Black has been subject to catalepsy for several years now.
Oh, Yes, several times he's presumed to have died, only to revive some hours later.
I see.
Well, I'm virtually positive he's dead.
But if you wish I'll apply a few more tests if you would, sir.
If only to be absolutely certain.
All right,
that's the window.
I'm sorry. But your master is quite dead.
I
held
up and down all night long.
I,
he has departed the tenderhearted his soul no longer by grief invaded.
Exactly
that
from me.
Yes.
Good evening,
Mr Black. And I have, uh,
and a point.
Yeah.
Pick up your end. Mr Kelly, you're dragging
my end. Must be heavier than, than your end.
Oh,
you are going too fast, Mr Tramble.
Hm.
Butterfingers.
He's,
he's pretty hated for
me. He's such a skinny bird. He probably has all his gold sewed up inside of him.
All right. 123.
Yeah.
Well, how nice to see you here, Mr Black.
You are not going to embalm.
I haven't embalmed anybody in six years. Why should we start now?
I just, uh, well, don't, you don't do it very well. Me for bed
and me for getting the horses to be.
Wow.
Oh,
leave
it.
If it weren't for poor. I am really something
I don't think.
Did you speak
now? What in the name of heaven is wrong with you?
What about him?
I don't,
I don't think he's quite dead enough yet
to bury. You.
Think he's quite dead enough yet.
What place is this?
You not me,
Mr Trouble
this man.
Well,
what am I doing here?
Well, you are here because you're dead, Mr Black, the hell I am.
Oh, yes, you are. Everybody else knows you're dead Mr Black. Except apparently you.
What?
Jiggery, pokery is this?
Not jiggery? Pokery Mr Black Hinchley and Trumbull funeral parlor?
You wouldn't dare
have we a choice, Mr Black
Dead, huh?
That's what the doctor said.
Well,
he's dead now.
Yeah,
let's put him in the casket. I don't even want to see him anymore.
Not going to bury me.
Are you in our one good casket? Are you out of your mind?
Here we go.
Yeah,
me for bed.
Me too.
Ok.
Oh, no. What place is this
at the
land?
What are you trying to do?
Drink?
Come on. Come on be a nice boy and stay in there where you belong?
Oh.
What's the matter with that idiot? Does
he know when to quit?
We most certainly will not make you out of here, sir.
You
sir?
Confound you too, sir. Will you kindly have the goodness to die?
Oh,
for a man in this condition, he certainly has a lot of energy. A stubborn crackpot.
I could have sworn he was dead.
It's a, a,
I've never had such an uncooperative customer in my whole life.
Uh
hm.
To,
I regard your actions
as inimical to good fellowship.
Oh, no, you don't.
Yes.
Oh,
yes, we do.
Yes. We do.
Me the son of a bitch. Let me out of
here.
Mm
Get me a gag and some chain.
Mr Turnbull
Trumbo.
I said Trumbo. Everybody's here.
All right. Tell them we'll be ready in a minute.
Yes, he did.
Yes. Now get out of here.
Ungrateful employer.
He is not dead but sleep.
He be
he
not
at all.
He is,
is
will
the,
he was not dead but flee.
Fair.
A dead
ha
I wish you wouldn't have picked another song. I wish your vocal cords would snap.
He's not dead but
but
he hath not left
our song
for
stood
I
but
he
is not dead but
babe,
not just,
you know, if Mr Black wasn't dead already, that note would kill him.
My friends,
we have gathered ourselves together within these bud wreathed walls
to pay homage to the departed soul of what's his name
whom the pious and unyielding fates have chosen to pluck from the very
pride of his existence and place in the bleak sarcophagus of all eternity.
Hm. That's pretty good.
Very good. Huh?
And so my friends, we find ourselves gathered around the beer of Mrs Mr.
You
know who
this litter of sorrow?
This can, this crumbling,
this dread, darker,
this gut, this master
of this sorrowing dope,
this unhappy tumulus, this,
this
what is the word, this
the coffin
never could think of that word
re
we
got in parquet,
Mr
and Mr,
the memory of your good deeds will not perish with your untimely sepulture,
the hearts of those who love you.
You will live on
all the 30 underhanded deceitfulness.
Not to even tell us that
this thing is going to be put into a crypt instead of into the ground.
Now, we're gonna have to buy another one for the, for the services.
I'll be very glad to build a new one.
It's like patting from an old friend,
Good night old friend.
Uh, maybe someday we can exchange it
and do what? With the body?
Same as we always do. Take it out of the box, but they'd see it.
No, I'm afraid we're just gonna have to buy another casket.
And after having used this one for only 13 years,
only 13 years, only 13 years,
you know, I,
I wonder what idiot ever thought of putting bodies in
a crypt instead of in the ground where they belong.
Yeah. And they fertilize plants too. What a terrible thing to say. Shut up.
Well, at least we have some money coming in. Yes, we have.
Did I say we?
No,
never.
We're both dead to these, sir.
A
good day today, sir.
And a good taste today,
sir.
Have a good sleep.
What place
is this?
I?
Mhm.
Ouch.
Mhm.
Put
t
here
for, to
see
a
um,
plus
it's
a
tree
poise
rouge.
Oh, you're
my aims.
Oh,
I,
I must, I must
be
feeling
poor bear. Poor
bear.
I don't know what that word means, but I can't take it any longer. I, I can't walk.
You know,
I,
I'm so, since
you did
Mister
Turnbull
will do,
uh,
aren't you coming to
bed?
Husband?
Get out of here.
Don't
be like that. Get away from me.
Am I so repulsive?
That's the word. Yes.
Couldn't you find it in your heart
to love me? Waldo?
Well, get up, you're sitting on my money
then you reject me
as long as there's liquor in the house.
Oh,
very well.
Then I shall not answer for the consequences then.
Well, and I shall not answer for the consequences there.
Football.
What is it?
He is so cool, so thoughtless. All he thinks about. This is a bible. Never a me.
Pardon me?
I better take him upstairs
him.
Ok?
Oh, I'm really sorry,
darling. Please run away with me. Be my wife, be my love. I let you study opera.
I, I let you study music. Anything,
anything?
Oh, no
more.
Everything is going to be so magnificent.
Rain, rain.
Go
away.
Come
to you again some other day.
What manner of cry be that?
Do
do,
do they not choose to sleep, sir?
Well, if they insist perhaps they have a reason not to sleep through.
I last day,
have patience, have patience. I am coming.
It's not customary that they're waking in the middle of the night
because I'd be grateful
is
a dagger that I see before me.
God
and
hold my hand.
God,
let me clutch it.
Now, we must have a little talk, sir. For the two must sleep like all the others.
No.
Therefore, Macri
f
sleep.
I have done the deed.
Didst thou not hear a noise.
The time has been
that when the brains were out, the man would die if there's a man.
But now,
Felix, you stole in my
Felix will now
Felix. Felix.
To what
Good comedy de
la.
Ok?
Just like a night in game.
And therefore, Mister
Turnbull
and Maris
and I
have fled into the night
driven onward
by the madness
of our all consuming passion.
Feelings.
Come in.
I said, come in.
That's not the front door.
All right, I'm coming.
Don't be so impatient.
Someone there.
Anyone here.
Hello?
What are you grinning about
you
old goat?
Oh, I'm sure that that door was closed.
Something's been opening doors around here.
But why?
Nice Cleopatra?
Good.
I
say V
Monsieur Gilly
Philip will have blood the same.
Hello?
The
the
dandy black.
Our clean faced room.
My bones are narrower
and my blood is cold. Wait for me, wait for me. Sleep
no more.
Be
Doth
Lorna sleep.
I
thought you dead. He'll never die.
I would.
Oh, good work. You feel a little better in a dog? What is decapitation?
OK.
Ain't you the one at all?
And the rich
hat?
Yeah,
with you. Let's go. Honey.
That told me
the power of me. Go and find your own hiding place
on my tops.
D
be
who? First I is. Hold enough time. Now. Anticipated my good ex boy.
Thank you for the
liver is all
and the rest of the day. Go with it.
Thank heaven. He's a crime.
You
tomorrow
and tomorrow on tomorrow
creeps in this petty pace from day to day
to the last
s
a recorded time.
And all our yesterdays
have lighted fools
away to dusty death.
Ouch.
O breath
can do
right.
Life's
but a walking shadow.
A poor player.
The struts and frets
is out upon the stage
and then
he's heard no more
that I'll believe when I see it.
It is a tale
told
by an idiot
full of sound and fury
signifying.
Well, if it was anyone else, I'd think he was dead. But I
Phoenix
on
what you've killed him. Me, you've taken the one really beautiful thing
and you killed this poor man, poor man. He tried to chop your head off. Monster.
Go to bed, go to bed. I'll tell you where I'm going. I'm going to the authorities.
I'll see you hang for this.
Go to bed. Never go to bed.
No,
it's
not.
Yeah.
Well,
who is next?
A fan?
And Mars
and Morales,
yy,
you killed her.
My rose in
and she sang like a Nightingale
and I still the voice of the Nightingale.
You,
you dirty man
with my,
with my bare hands.
I
kill
you. I go
away,
put that down an eye for an eye. Mr Tremble, tremble.
I said tremble and a tooth for a tooth.
Now, when
give no quarter, take no prisoner
forwards.
March.
Yeah.
Who's
there?
Oh,
hi,
out of her.
Oh, what a night,
may I?
Yeah,
Mr Trumbull.
Oh, Mr Trumbull. Mr Black was seen walking through the street.
Voice.
Oh dear. Hell with it.
Well, if you can't lick them
to join them.
Yeah.
Quite a blow.
And animals.
Really? Zack.
I thought you were dead
and I thought you were dead.
Isn't that funny? I, I thought you were dead and you thought that
you will sing for me.
Off
anybody there
speak up,
get to
everything seems to be water.
I,
what,
what's that?
Ok.
TB
what are you doing on the floor
drunk again, eh?
Oh, not feeling well,
what you need is a good dose of your own medicine.
Keep it in your waistcoat, don't you?
There we go.
Hm.
That ought to take care of you nicely.
Not here to stop me
empty.
Oh, you're feeling better already, huh?
No, no good. Reaching for it. It's all gone.
And you took every last drop of it
and me an old man that needs it more than you do.
That's the way it goes. So
let the old man go with that. Stick him with the bl
Yeah. Well, boats won't go up to bed. Nothing going on as usual.
That ain't gonna happen to see the everyday, same old thing. No change, no variety.
When I was young
we knew how to live.
See you in the morning.
What place is this?
Is there no morality left in this world?
I
ok.
What, what
husband?
Ouch Brief Kendal.
Bye.