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Be a good boy for these two fellas.

They're going to take you to your new home.

[Rick] What if he wakes up hungry?

What do we feed him, the spare?

[Announcer] Tonight on Simon & Simon...

You mean he escaped?

We might have been a little bit better prepared

if we had known we were being hired

as a limo service for King Kong!

- Where is he? - To whom are you referring?

[whispering] Don't scream.

Take me to my brother before I do something

Alfred Hitchcock never even thought of.

Rick!

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It's the new marketing report on the Chocolata product line.

I trust you will be pleased.

Okay, Diana.

What is it this time?

I hear that you and Jim Bailey

are doing a little pas de deux lately.

I also hear that our company

is supposedly vulnerable to a sale.

Has Hendricks Corporation been feeling you out?

Where do you hear such nonsense?

Jim Bailey and I have been golfing partners for years.

Don't give me that.

If there's talk about a sale,

I want to be in on it from the beginning.

I am the treasurer of this company, after all,

not to mention your little sister.

[man screaming]

- [clatter] - What's that?

[screaming continues]

- What's going on down there? - [objects falling]

Come on, let's go.

[commotion]

Mark! Take it easy, Mark.

You seriously think that I would consider

selling this company without talking to you?

You'd better talk to me, Gary.

If Father was alive, he wouldn't allow you to sell.

Well, Father is not alive.

That's where you're so wrong.

He is alive... in Mother.

You want to sell this company?

Great.

You're going to have to convince her first.

And to do that,

you're going to need all the help you can get...

From me, from Denny, from the man on the street.

[Man] I got his arms! Somebody get his legs!

Aah!

- [clamoring] - [shouting]

- Stay in there! - Grab his arm!

[Man] Come on, get him in there!

Get Dr. Griss.

[Man] Hurry up!

[buzzer]

- Yes? - [Woman] It's Dr. Griss.

It's Mark?

Yes, what is it?

I'm sorry, Mr. Horton,

but you're going to have to move Mark.

I can no longer accommodate him.

[Man] Get one of his legs!

What seems to be the trouble?

You know very well what the trouble is.

I've already tranquilized him

at a level that would kill a normal man,

and it's not working.

I can't hold him still long enough to get a needle in him.

Then get the tranquilizer gun.

Look, Doctor, if it's a matter of money...

No amount of money is worth this.

You're going to have to move him, Mr. Horton,

by tomorrow at the latest.

Or else I'll simply release him.

[Man] No, no, no, no. He's starting up again.

We have to find a new place for Mark.

Again?

Don't worry. I'll take care of it.

You'd better.

[door closes]

- Hi, sweetie. - Hi, honey.

My regular and one plain one for my kid brother, okay?

- You got it. - Okay.

Should have known this is where you'd come.

What are you talking about?

King Willy's makes the best tube steaks in town.

Not to mention the view.

- There you go. - Thank you very much.

You're welcome very much.

I guess I was just expecting you

to dig a little deeper into your pockets...

Hey, come on. The bet said loser buys lunch.

Nobody said where.

Here we go. King Willy's with the works.

I put extra chili and onions on yours, just the way you like 'em.

Should have known you were a regular, too.

- Aren't you a sweetheart. - Thank you.

- Keep the change. - Thanks, Rick.

- I'll see you later? - Absolutely.

- All right. - Bye-bye.

Bye.

Ahh.

A hotdog is just a hotdog,

but a King Willy's is a meal unto itself.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm looking for Rick or A.J. Simon.

They're right over there.

- Thanks. - You bet.

Excuse me.

The lady at the Terrible Twos Daycare Center

in your building said I'd find you here.

Just couldn't resist letting her in on the joke, could you?

[laughs] Hi. Rick Simon.

- Gary Horton. - Hi. I'm A.J.

Don't let me interrupt. Go ahead and finish.

No, no, it's all right. Have a seat.

- You want one of these? - [mouths word]

- Uh, no, that's okay. - You sure?

On a diet.

Yeah, me, too.

So, really, all you're asking us to do

is to move the patient from one hospital to another.

- Is that right? - That's all.

You'll be driving the patient

from the hospital up the coast to the hospital in Monterey.

I'll supply the transport vehicle.

Shouldn't be more than, uh, two days work.

[A.J.] Ah. Why, exactly, are you moving him?

The hospital in Monterey has come up with a new treatment

for Mark's particular affliction.

He's been a chronic patient for many years,

and if there's the slightest chance to improve his condition...

- Just how crazy is this guy? - What do you mean?

Well, I mean is he violent?

- Is he in a straitjacket? - Rick, uh...

Is he some yo-yo with Thorazine stuck in his arm?

[A.J.] Ahem, excuse me, is there any chance

that the gentleman in question is a relative of yours?

No, but he's a relative of a close friend.

Actually, it's kind of sad.

He's a member of one of San Diego's

oldest and wealthiest families.

Oh, dear.

Sort of a skeleton in the closet?

I wouldn't go so far as to say that.

Well, I guess... I guess, to be honest, that's exactly what he is.

That's why I want this handled privately and discreetly.

Mr. Horton, I don't know.

I mean, two days work hardly seems worth it.

You know what I mean?

I'll pay you a thousand dollars in advance.

On the other hand, we could probably squeeze

a couple of days into our schedule right about now.

I guess that means we'll take it.

- Good. - It's all right.

I'm sort of the family treasurer.

Eh, come on, A.J.

It's the easiest case we ever had.

I mean, how difficult could one guy be?

- I suppose. - Hello?

[Man] Here he is, you two.

This is Mark.

Um.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Didn't we see him pulling a beer wagon

in a parade once?

"Easiest job we ever had."

"How difficult can it be?"

[Rick sighs]

He looks friendly enough.

All right, Mark.

I locked the wheels.

He should ride pretty comfortably.

He should. I'm not sure about us.

Uh, what if he wakes up hungry?

What do we feed him, the spare?

[laughs] No, he's not going to wake up.

He's virtually catatonic.

- You sure? - Sure, I'm sure.

Look, around lunchtime, turn the I.V. on,

let it drain down into his arm.

That's his lunch.

There's a mild sedative in there.

It'll make the trip a little more comfortable for him.

What's wrong with him, anyway?

Well, he's just permanently on the fritz.

Some people, their brain circuits just don't connect.

You know what I mean?

Now, Mark, be a good boy for these two fellas.

They're going to take you to your new home.

[sighs]

All right.

You don't need to worry.

You could hit him with a 2 by 4,

it wouldn't even faze him.

That's what worries me.

[Man] Heh, spare tire. I like that one.

You know, when you said... Remember?

What do you feed him? The spare tire?

- You work here? - Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Neurosurgery, no doubt.

[A.J.] What's he doing?

[Rick] Nothing. Keep your eyes on the road.

- Has he moved? - No.

Good.

Hey, pull over here. We'll get some lunch.

- Here? - Yeah, here.

[exhales]

That's amazing. He hasn't moved a muscle.

I don't think he blinks.

I kind of feel sorry for the poor guy.

One hell of a chassis, but no battery.

You really planning on eating here?

Yeah.

You ever thought about donating your stomach

to science after you die?

Which probably will be after you eat here?

I'll tell you what. I'll go get us some grub.

Meanwhile, you feed junior.

- Uh, w... - Don't forget to burp him.

[video game effects]

What do you recommend?

Okay.

Alrighty.

How about a little lunch here?

No, thanks. I never drive on a full stomach.

Oh, no!

Aah!

[van engine starts]

[tires peeling]

Hey, hey! Wait a minute!

Wait a minute now! Hey, Mark!

Come on, get a hold of yourself, here.

Mark? Mark?

Get a hold of yourself.

- Uh! - Rick?

[groaning]

You okay?

That is quite possibly the stupidest question

I've ever heard in my life.

No, I'm not okay! I just fell out of a van!

Didn't you see what I was doing over here?

He wasn't exactly giving me a backrub in the van, you know?

- You mean he escaped? - Yes.

With the van.

Now, we're just outside of San Luis Obispo.

Mr. Tucker is, oh,

five minutes away at the most, heading south.

Would you like us to call the police?

They can put out an APB on him.

No, I don't want you to call the police.

Damn it! I thought you two were professionals.

What did he say?

He said he thought we were professionals.

We are professionals.

We might have been a little bit better prepared

if we had known we were being hired

as a limo service for King Kong!

Look, he doesn't have much of a head start.

We can rent a car and track him down ourselves.

And what would you do if you caught up with him?

He's ten times more dangerous now.

Oh, really?

Well, just how dangerous is he, Mr. Horton?

Just be glad you're not going to have a change to find out.

You're fired.

We're fired.

Find out where Denny is. I want to talk to him.

- Yes, sir. - Now.

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

Hey! Hey, mister!

Hold it!

[whistles] Hold it!

[growls]

[speaking Spanish]

[Man speaking Spanish, laughing]

[continues speaking Spanish]

- Looks like you got a flat. - Yeah, but that's okay.

Somebody will be along any time now.

- You have a spare? - Yeah, but the jack's busted.

[grunting]

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

I almost got it. Hold on. Hold on.

[speaking Spanish]

There.

- Oh. - [exhales]

- Thanks, mister. - Don't mention it.

- How's the view up there? - Shh. No, no.

[speaking Spanish]

How do you like it?

Neat!

[laughter]

Gracias, señor!

[door opens, closes]

Fix me one of those, please.

Well, I can see you're your usual cheerful self.

Where's Mama?

Still upstairs.

Where's Denny?

Had a little job for Denny. He may not make it tonight.

Here's your drink.

What do you have for Denny?

Hope it's not too taxing.

He has the attention span of a spider monkey.

That's no way to talk about your youngest brother.

Oh, I'm sure he talks very fondly of me, too.

We all speak fondly of you, Diana.

Well, I see you two are right on time as usual.

Not nice to keep Mother waiting.

Has she come down already?

No.

You're lucky.

I take it your presence here suggests that you have

successfully finished the job I gave you.

Everything's under control.

What does that mean?

Meaning I'm taking care of it.

I've got all the bases covered.

If he shows... [chuckles]

we got him.

Who?

Oh, you mean Gary didn't tell you?

[tsking]

He escaped.

Put that down, Estelle.

That'll be all. Thank you.

Mark?

How?

[Gary] Who cares how?

What matters is that we find him and we put him away again.

[Denny] Well, maybe you should talk

to those two detectives you hired.

- What were their names? - Simon.

You know where he's going to go, don't you?

He's going to go straight to Billy!

Hey, sis, relax.

I told you I got all the bases covered.

Where big brother failed little brother will succeed.

- [chuckles] - [door closes]

Shh. I hear Mother.

Good evening, Mother.

You want a beer?

[yawning]

- A.J. - [finishes yawning]

You want a... Hello.

Who's that?

I don't know.

Think we ought to let her in?

I don't know.

[stammering]

Can we help you?

[cocks gun]

Aw, come on, lady. It's after midnight.

It's been a rough day. Knock it off.

- Where is he? - Lady, please. We are so tired.

To whom are you referring?

Whoa!

She shot my lamp!

All right, lady. That's it. I've had it.

- Give me the gun. - You think I won't shoot?

At this point, I really don't care.

Either shoot me and get it over with, or give me the gun.

- She shot my lamp! - I know she shot your lamp.

She's about to shoot me... Aw, jeez.

If you think I'm gonna cry, you're crazy!

Why don't you have a beer instead?

[crying]

[A.J.] Maybe that's not her brand.

Smith and Wesson.

[still sobbing]

[sighing]

Here you go.

[clacking in bag]

[stammering] Is this the man you picked up?

Yeah. That's Mark Tucker.

Mark Tucker? Ha.

- Mark Horton, you mean. - Here's your coffee, Billy.

That's Gary's brother.

- That's Gary's brother? - Yes.

I thought he was dead, but... But he's alive.

- You do take it black... - He's alive, and he's out there somewhere.

All alone.

By himself.

Poor baby.

Maybe you'd like to take it in the living room.

Baby? Hey, look. I don't know if you've seen this guy in a while,

but he can eat tall buildings in a single bite.

Mark was always big.

When he was 10, he was as tall as his father.

He remembers his father walking around on tiptoes,

so he wouldn't have to admit that Mark was as tall as he was.

[laughing]

By the time Mark was 13, his father gave up the tiptoe routine,

because by then, Mark was six foot eight.

His father would barely talk to him.

Hardly anybody would talk to him.

Except his mother.

Mark was always his mother's favorite.

Although that wasn't always enough.

- What do you mean? - Mark and his father

had this big falling out,

and Mark left home for good.

I met him just a short time later.

He was in such pain. You know, inside?

[chokes up] Everybody'd always treated him like he was some kind of goon.

Well, he does kind of stick out in a crowd.

I guess.

But you know, people that Mark comes in contact with

just... they never seem to get beyond that.

I wish they would! They...

Oh, there's so much more to Mark than just his size.

- There must be. - When Mark heard that his father had died...

Months after the funeral...

He went to Gary, and...

He demanded a place in the family business.

Gary turned him down?

Gary not only turned him down, he had him put away!

Mark just disappeared!

I couldn't find him anywhere.

Nobody in the family would talk to me.

- Not even the mother? - When I finally got to her,

she said that he had died.

I...

I just started to cry right there on the spot.

I got... I just got so upset,

[stammering] I didn't think to ask for any details.

- Think she was lying? - Oh, no!

No.

I think she really thought he was dead.

One of the servants there felt sorry for me.

She promised she'd... She'd call me

if ever she heard anything.

She called me today.

I couldn't believe it.

I mean, I... I had given up.

I really thought he was... I really thought he was...

[whispers] Okay. It's okay.

- Tell me something. - [sniffles]

Is he really crazy?

No! No.

Okay.

That's good enough for me.

[A.J.] Mr. Tall Guys? Oh, come on.

[Ric] Well, you know, the way I figured,

Mark's gonna wanna wear something besides his pj's.

And Billy said he always used to get his clothes at Mr. Tall Guys.

Rick... [sighs]

Couldn't we let some other David find Goliath?

No. We're gonna deliver Mark, just like we were contracted to.

Oh! We're gonna take him to the hospital and everything.

I mean, assuming we find him.

Well, no. That... That part's changed.

But everything else pretty much the same.

All we gotta do is find him.

- Oh. That's all. - Yeah.

Ah. You know, boy, when I think back on it,

even when you were little,

you had this self-destructive streak in you.

- Stand up when you say that. - Ah ha ha. Cute.

I'm very cute.

- Hi. - Good morning!

What can I do for you?

Well, we'd like to make a purchase.

We have $50 to spend.

I don't carry very much in your size.

But I do have some nice shirts over here

that I think might be small enough.

What do you mean, small enough?

How does he take measurements, on stilts?

Are you both interested in something?

Well, actually, we're not really interested in shirts.

Yeah, we're more interested in tall guys.

Oh, I'm sorry. The store's not for sale.

[A.J.] No, he's talking about one particular tall guy.

This one. Seen him around?

- Do you know him? - Sure. That's Mark Horton.

One of my best customers, until he died.

About three years ago, I think it was.

No. He's not dead.

- Mark? Alive? - Yep.

Hmm. I better stock up on some size 56s again.

Yeah. That's kind of what we figured

he'd be by here, to kind of update his wardrobe.

Well, I'm sorry. I haven't seen him.

Yeah, well, there's $50 over there on the counter.

If he shows up, he's gonna need some money.

Also gonna need some help, so tell him Billy sent us,

and to give us a call at that number.

- Hey, Rick! - Yeah.

Mark was here. Out the back. Cut him off at the car.

Funny boy.

[grunt, thud]

A.J.! Let's go! Come on!

How do you expect me to drive? By osmosis?

Augh! Oh!

What the...

Now where is he...

[Billy] You keep asking me the same question.

I told you. I don't know!

I don't know.

You used to be lovers, didn't you?

We think you still are. Where is he?

I don't know.

Oh. No no no.

[tsking]

[chuckles]

[switchblade clicks]

I think you're lying.

How many times do I have to tell you?

I don't know.

Hmph.

Where is he?

You go to hell.

[Man] Listen.

I'm getting tired of asking you where he is.

Your mother's not even gonna recognize you...

- You all right? - Yeah.

You want some water? Something to drink?

- No. - Got away.

My leg couldn't keep up with him.

Who was that guy?

Danny. Mark's other brother.

He's the youngest and the meanest.

Huh. Nice family.

Mark managed to rise above them.

Your partner jumped ship. I would suggest you do the same.

- Ah, what the hey. Just shoot him. - Yeah.

[cocks gun]

Suppose you want me to go after him, too.

I think what we ought to do is find Mark.

Now you're the one that knows him.

Where would he go? What would he do?

- He'll try to get to Gary. - Hmm.

Oh, Liz, I'm having lunch with Paul Bailey at the Regatta.

- Make reservations, please. - Yes.

And find out where Danny is. I wanna talk to him.

Yes, Mr. Horton.

[door closes]

Hello, Gary.

- How did you get in here? - You mean, how'd I get past the troops?

I came in through the roof.

I hid in the janitor's closet down the hall.

I waited for your secretary to leave to make some copies.

- You don't scare me, Mark. - I don't wanna scare you, Gary.

I wanted to hurt you for a long time.

But I don't even care about that anymore.

I just wanna take you for a little trip.

[chuckles] Where to?

- To see Mom. - [laughs] No way.

I want you to tell her yourself

where her big boy's been for the last three years.

- She already knows. - Uh-uh.

If she did, she would have come to visit me.

Mom always did like me best.

- Hi. - May I help you?

- Here to see Mr. Horton. - Do you have an appointment?

No, we owe him some money.

- Whoa! Hey! Hey! Take it easy!

Mark, don't do anything you're gonna be sorry for.

I'm tired of you guys following me around!

Yeah, well, there are things we'd rather be doing, ourselves.

Now, Mark, look. You've got this all wrong.

We're not working for him anymore.

No, we work for Billy.

And she wants to see ya. And we can take you to her.

- I don't believe it. - Look, you're gonna have to believe us.

We're the only friends you've got.

- [cocks gun] - Hey! Look out, Mark!

Look out!

[both] Okay, Mark. Wait a second here.

- Get a hold of yourself. - Calm down. Come on.

We'll take care of... [yelps]

No. Come on, Mark... No!

He's okay. He's just out. You could call the police.

- [knife slams wood] - Mm-mm!

[chuckling]

[laughing]

What impressed us was how stable

your growth index has been over the years.

Not only have you turned out a superior product,

but your marketing of it has been superb.

Stability, especially in today's economy,

is a very valuable asset.

Gary, how can you sit there and even think about turning down this offer?

I suppose it's money.

More could be arranged to be passed into your personal account,

on a very discreet basis, of course.

I realize this has to be a family decision.

Do you want me to talk to your sister and your brother?

No, I can handle them. They'll do anything I tell 'em to.

You mother, then?

I've already mentioned your offer to her.

She's adamantly against it.

Or so she says. I think she can be talked into coming around, though.

[squeaking springs]

[growling]

[whispering] Okay.

Just relax.

Relax.

Okay.

Hey.

Hello?

Hello!

[knocking with head]

Hey! Come here! Come on! Somebody! Hey!

[kicking]

Hey! Anybody there?

Well, what is it, Mr. Foster?

Foster?

My name's not Foster.

It's Simon.

Andrew Simon.

Andrew Jackson Simon!

And I'm being held here against my will.

You're a very sick man, Mr. Foster.

Don't call me that.

Is my brother here?

Rick? My brother? Is Rick here?

You don't have a brother, Mr. Foster.

As a matter of fact, you don't have any family to speak of.

But don't worry. Your stay here is being very well provided for.

- By whom? - By your employer, of course.

- Mr. Horton. - No way!

I don't know what kind of deal you work out with Horton, but it's not gonna work.

I'm not going to stay here.

I demand that you release me immediately!

I am not crazy, and you know it!

I know nothing of the sort.

Hey hey hey hey hey!

If I'm crazy, what's wrong with me?

You're paranoid, of course.

Hey!

Hey hey hey! Hey!

Come back here!

Rick!

[growling]

[whispering] Relax. Relax. Relax.

Okay, now.

I just gotta loosen up.

Houdini can do this, you can do this.

I want to see my brother, and I want to see him now.

Your brother is heavily sedated, Miss Horton.

We're not allowing any visitors at this time.

Like hell you're not.

You get someone out here who can take me to see my brother.

Or Horton Candy is gonna pull out of subsidizing

that big new fancy wing we promised you.

Those were the conditions on which you took Mark back, aren't they?

I'll get Dr. Griss.

You do that.

Well, Mr. Lindhardt.

You're finally awake, I see.

You're faking, Mr. Lindhardt.

[whispering] Miss Horton is outside, and wants to see you.

All right. I'll be right there.

Let's make sure his straps are on nice and tight.

As a matter of fact,

make 'em a little tighter.

[groaning]

[sighs] Okay.

Just relax.

It's all mind over matter.

- Are you Dr. Griss? - Yes.

I'm Diana Horton.

And I'm here to see my brother, Mark.

Of course, Miss Horton. Follow me.

How'd I do that?

[picks up rattling keys]

[whispers] Don't scream.

Don't even make a sound.

Your wildest dreams are nothing compared to

my fantasies of revenge at the moment,

so you take me to my brother, now.

- Your brother? - Blond-haired guy.

Had to be booked into this joint the same time I was.

- Oh. - Oh is right.

Now you take me to him before I do something

Alfred Hitchcock never even thought of.

Come on. Move it!

Is... he alive?

Yes.

Could you give him something to make him wake up,

so I could talk to him?

No, that would be impossible.

The sedative we gave him is too strong.

I'm sure your brother Gary told you just how sick he is.

Oh, yes, yes. I know all about Mark's psychosis.

Game is over, doctor.

We're taking Mark, and checking him out of here.

No, no. You can't do that, I'm afraid.

- It's against... - [Diana gasps]

[collapses to floor]

Psychoanalyze that, why don't you.

- Who are you? - I'm Lindhardt. He's Foster.

- Who are you? - Don't call me that.

I'm Diana. I'm... I'm Mark's sister.

- Oh. The enemy. - No!

No, I'm not. I came here to talk to Mark.

I'd like to try and help him.

- Uh-huh. - Sure. Sure you were.

You're on Gary's side, lady.

No!

All right, I was. But...

But now I wanna stop Gary, just as much as Mark does.

Uh-huh.

You got a car here?

- Yes. - Well, she's on our side, for the time being.

How are we gonna get him out of here?

- Carry him? - Are you crazy?

No. Bed's on wheels. Let's roll him out of here.

Just a minute...

- It's okay. - Here. Lock her in here when we're gone.

[groaning]

Okay. Come on...

[groaning] A.J...

Come on, Rick. What are you doin'?

Lyin' down on the job? Let's go.

[groaning]

- Oh, no. No. - What? Wait a minute.

- I'm stuck here. - Gimme a hand with this leg.

- Give you a hand? - I can't get my...

- All right. Wait a minute... - Just hold it! Hold it...

Wait a minute. All right. Are you ready?

Yeah. Close the door.

- Let's go. - I'm trying to get out of there!

- Well, hurry up, for heaven's sakes! - I am. Hurrying.

Come on. Okay. Let's go.

- Where are we going? - Police.

No, someplace better.

- You mean now? - [phone chatter]

- Yes! Okay. - [phone chatter]

Yes. I'll bring Danny.

[phone chatter]

Mother called, Estelle. Where is she?

In the living room.

[A.J.] Hi, guys.

- [Danny groans] - [Rick] Nuh-uh-uh-uh.

[opens switchblade]

What is this?

As you can see, my son Mark is very much alive.

What you have done is despicable.

And inexcusable.

It's a good thing I still own

the majority of stock in Horton Candy.

Mark, take it easy. You want another beer?

How many have I had?

About three. In the last ten minutes, that is.

No, I don't think so. I don't want to be

artificially stimulated when she gets here.

[softly] How many does it take before he feels it?

- Beats me. - [sighs]

How do I look?

[both] Oh, fine. Fine. You look fine.

Fine? Is that all you can say, is just fine?

I haven't seen the woman I love for three years.

- And you say I look fine? - Oh, no!

You look like a million bucks! And change!

- Yeah? - Yeah. Yeah!

Look, you two. I haven't had a chance

to say thank you yet,

for all the things you've done for me, and Billy.

- It's all right. - Don't mention it. Really.

You can do us a favor, though.

Sure. What?

Don't ever think we're not on your side.

Okay.

- [bell rings] - Oh-oh. That's her.

Want me to go answer it for you?

- Yeah. Would you? - Okay.

I'll just be right here.

Mark.

Just cross 'em in front.

- Are we ready? - Ready?

Yeah.

Hit it.

Hi. Come on in.

Hi.

Oh, Mark...

- Oh... - I missed you.

Not as much as I missed you.

- You wanna bet? - Oh...

Yeah. [clears throat] Psst...

Wonder how they kiss?

[whispers] Give 'em some privacy.