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Mr. Meyers?

Hello?

Hello? God damn, that son of a fucking nut won't fucking bud.

Can you hand me the red one over there? I'm trying to... On the toolbox, right

there.

Not that one, the three -quarter inch.

Here you go, Mr. Myers.

There you go.

Thank you, Trish.

Boomer's not here right now.

I don't know where he's at.

All I know is he's never around when I need him to help me.

Thank God you were here, though.

But, uh, why aren't you with him?

Uh, I caught him last week with Angie.

Uh, yeah.

Sorry about that.

I knew he was hanging around with her a lot. I just didn't know whether,

you know, you knew or not.

Yeah. I know.

Now.

Um, could you hand me, uh...

Screwdriver, please.

Thank you.

So, uh, you know, how are you doing?

You know, at first I was angry and upset.

Then I started to miss him.

Yeah?

But it wasn't until I saw you that I really realized why.

Why? I don't understand.

Well, I guess I just really liked hanging out with you guys. I mean, him,

family.

Feeling like you're a part of something that I've never really had.

You have a family.

I guess, but they always have something else to do. I mean, my mom's always

either at work or off partying or doing something, and my dad's since the

divorce. Come on, he travels so much, I never see him.

And my brother, are you kidding me?

Pain in the ass, if you know what I mean. And since he started dating Miss

Monroe Girl, I never get to see him, let alone hang out.

You know, Trish, of all boomers' girlfriends, I must admit you are the

sweetest and easiest one to talk to.

It's really nice of you to say, Mr. Myers.

Do you know what a Phillips screwdriver is?

Uh, yeah.

Get it for me, would you?

Here you are.

Thank you much.

Your dad doesn't know what he's nipping out on.

You can trust me on that one.

You are one great girl, Trish.

Here,

let me help you with that.

Trish, you're my son's girlfriend.

Ex -girlfriend.

But, uh, but... Doesn't it feel better?

Yeah, yeah, it feels better. I mean, I'm not thinking about my finger, but I'm

just wondering where this is coming from.

Me too.

This is not right.

But it feels so right.

Right's not the right word.

I just realized.

It's not Boomer I came back to see.

It was you.

Yeah?

No, no, no, no. We can't.

sounds

Mmm.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Okay.

I love you.

Thank you.

Yeah.