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551
or just being really,
really likable. 552
No, that's not it. 553
But she's gotta be
really special. She's gotta be. 554
And l can spend the rest
of my life finding out why. 555
l don't have to know now.
l don't have to know tomorrow. 556
l, l don't have to know
in a year or ten years. 557
l don't-- l don't have to-- l don't
have to have all the answers today, or-- 558
Maybe someday l'll have a clue,
but it doesn't mean l, 559
l can't make
a lifetime commitment. 560
Does this make any sense? 561
Not really, but that's
common after a head injury. 562
My shoes. 563
Ah. Oh, hi. 564
- What'd they say?
- Who? 565
The Callaghans.
Are-- Are they inside? 566
You missed 'em. 567
- Well, what was
their reaction to the news?
- l didn't tell 'em yet. 568
What do ya-- What do ya--
What do you-- What do you mean,
Saul? What a-- What a-- 569
- Now what about Peter?
- Well, l didn't tell him either. l-- 570
- What? Saul, you said
you were gonna handle this.
- l'll handle it. 571
- This is handling it?
- This is handling it. 572
- Saul?
- Listen-- What? 573
- You're fired.
- Fired? 574
- Sorry.
- Pardon me. 575
Huh! 576
- Two, please.
- Four, please. 577
Dr. Biloxi.
Dr. Biloxi to l.C.U. North. 578
Dr. Biloxi.
Dr. Biloxi to l.C.U. North. 579
- Thanks.
- You're welcome. 580
- Ashley!
- Scumbag! 581
You're engaged? 582
May l remind you
that you proposed to me? 583
You said no. We broke up. 584
No, no. l was confused.
We stepped back. 585
- You moved to Portugal.
- Yes, well, well, l, l didn't
think you were going... 586
to run out and marry the first
bimbo that you came across. 587
- Lucy's not a bimbo.
- Lucy? 588
- Lucy who?
- l don't remember. 589
Liar! 590
l don't remember proposing.
l was in a coma. l have amnesia. 591
Amnesia?
Oh, well, now that's rich. 592
All right, fine.
l want my stuff back. 593
Fine. Then l want
my stuff back. 594
- What stuff?
- Your nose. 595
- You can't take my nose back.
- l paid for it. 596
Well, then, here.
You paid for these too. 597
Oh, keep 'em.
l'm a changed man, Ashley. 598
Go ahead. Go ahead and marry
her, you one-balled bastard. 599
Holy buckets, Peter. 600
Moving on to
greener pastures.
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