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Mr. Myers?

Damn,

motherfucker. Some fucking nut won't

fucking butt.

Can you have me the wrench over there?

I'm trying to...

On the toolbox,

right there. Wrench.

Not that one. The three-quarter wrench.

Keep this assembly in here.

Here you go,

Mr. Myers.

Thank you,

Patricia.

Boomer's not here right now.

I don't know where he's at.

All I know,

he's never around when I need him to

help me.

I thank God you were here,

though.

Oh.

But why aren't you

with him?

I caught him

last week with Angie.

Yeah, sorry about

that.

I knew

he was hanging around with her a lot. I

just didn't know whether you

knew or not. Yeah,

I know.

Now.

Um, could you hand me,

uh, a

screwdriver,

please?

Thank you.

So, um, you know,

how are you doing?

You know,

at

first I was angry and upset.

Then I started to miss him.

But it wasn't until I saw you that I

really realized why.

What?

I don't understand. Well,

I guess I just really liked hanging out

with you guys. I mean,

him, the 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?

He's the 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 Boomer's girlfriends,

I must admit you are

the sweetest and easiest one to talk to.

That'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 missing

out on.

You can trust me on that one.

You are one great

girl. Ow!

Here, let me help you with that.

Trish, you're

my son's girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend.

But, uh, but?

Doesn't this 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.

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.

I know.

Sounds like...

Mmm.

Mmm.

Oh

she, ah, ah than last time.