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What?

Well, she's talking about dumping her father and latching on to you.

You're not my daughter, Amy.

But I could be.

Didn't you ask me the other day if I was available?

Well, I'm available.

That lawsuit of yours.

There's not one surgeon on staff here that wants to get involved.

I don't believe this. My kid's bleeding to death. You're talking to me about

lawsuits? She may need surgery.

I may get her parents' consent.

I haven't found them yet.

I'll get to work on it. Because if she bleeds much more, I'm going in anyway.

Morning, Stanley.

Gonzo, must you wash that atrocity here on the hospital parking lot? Got to.

This hose doesn't reach any farther.

Grab that, will you?

Say, isn't this your day off?

I came by to pick up Trapper John.

We're playing in the big celebrity golf tournament at my country club.

Herbicide? How darling. Where'd you get them?

Oh, I knit these myself.

It's a great exercise for the finger muscles.

Nurse Brancusi, would you get me some adrenaline, please, and a small syringe

kit? What for?

For bee stings. One cannot be too careful on the golf course, you know.

Ripples, I need some help in here.

He calls me Ripples. One more time, I... Don't forget my syringe, Miss Brancusi.

Yes, Doctor.

John, you're not ready yet.

Oh, hi, Stanley. Listen, I'm going to have to pass. There's just much too much

to do around here. Oh, Johnny, it's a celebrity tournament.

Yeah, but I'm sure they can muddle through without me. Oh, go on, Trapper.

It'll do you good to get away from this snake pit for a while.

I need a can of ether.

What for?

To remove some bird dup from my windshield.

Well, save it for later. Trapper wants you to fill in for him today.

I do?

Yes. You're playing golf and no arguments.

Good idea. You can use a break, Trevor.

It's getting late, John.

Okay, I'll be ready in a few minutes.

Gonzo, look in on Mrs. Tavermead in Ward 4. She needs... A new catheter.

And Rittenhouse in two. He needs... To have his dressing changed.

Will you get out of here?

Thank you.

Incredible. He thinks he's the foundation of the entire hospital.

I have news for you, Stanley.

He is.

Huh.

Can't you afford a car wash?

If Gonzo Gates can use ether on his windshield to clean off doo-doo, I can

use a vacuum on my car seat.

Let's get going. We're running late.

John, I can't tell you how I'm looking forward to this. For me, a day on the

golf course is pure therapy.

Well, I haven't played for about three months.

Uh-oh, what's happening up there?

Looks like an accident.

I thought the police had pigs in hand.

You better pull over, Stanley. Looks like somebody's hurt.

Wouldn't you know, everything happens to me.

We're doctors.

Do you have help, officer? Or am I glad to see you guys?

The ambulance has been delayed. She's in pretty bad shape. It was a hit-and-run

accident. Penetrating chest wound.

Probably a tension pneumothorax. You got your medical bag with you? No.

Wait a minute. I've got the syringe kit in the glove compartment.

Can you help her? This hole in her chest let air into the chest cavity and

collapsed the lung. We're going to have to suck the air out to get the lung

working again.

And I just hope that syringe can do it. Here, John, you handle the syringe.

It's in the suntan lotion. I don't think this is going to be big enough.

That is all we've got. Let's give it a try.

Here we go.

No, no, it's too small.

I need more suction. I've got to have a stronger vacuum.

I'll be right back.

You got some tape?

I've got some of that black electrical tape. Get it, hurry.

Here, Doc, you need this?

Here, John.

Let's get the syringe to the end of that. All right, hold on. Uh-huh.

Easy does it.

We're going in.

Turn it on.

I think it's working.

The lungs inflating.

Respiration is stronger.

It's coming up.

I think that did it.

Good work, Stanley.

Now, get inside. I got the door.

Take her to San Francisco Memorial Hospital. Keep her on the oxygen and

make sure you keep pressure on that chest wound.

Well, I sincerely hope there are no bees on the golf course.

You guys are miracle men.

You really saved that girl's life.

Would you mind telling me your names?

Well, I'm Dr.

McIntyre. This is Dr. Riverside. You and your mind? Let's get out of here.

What's bugging you, Stanley? That guy didn't mean any harm. The less he knows

about us, the better. Why?

Why? Suppose that girl doesn't make it. How do we explain operating on her with

a vacuum cleaner?

How you feeling?

Easy.

It's all right.

You're at San Francisco Memorial Hospital.

I'm Dr.

Gates.

What's your name?

Amy O'Keefe.

It hurts.

We've given you something for the pain, Amy.

You were in an accident.

You got a nasty little hole in your chest, but somebody out there knew

exactly how to treat it. And that's why you're alive right now.

Am I gonna stay alive?

You betcha.

All you have to do is relax and enjoy it.

Gosh.

I had a date tonight.

David Bowie.

You want me to call him?

I'll have to notify your parents, Amy. Where do I reach them?

It's very important, Amy.

They'll be worried about you.

That chance?

My dad... Never.

See if the police can track him down.

Put her on 4 East, Jack, but keep the blood going.

She's still bleeding into her chest.

Yeah.

If she's lucky, it'll stop by itself.

If she were lucky, she wouldn't be here.

Well, thank you, Stanley. I'm glad you made me come along. It was a beautiful

day. Beautiful? It was agony.

You see my slice on the 7th hole?

Went right into the water.

And on the 15th hole, I sliced right into the snack bar.

I tell you, John, I am finished with golf completely forever.

You'll feel better about it tomorrow. Let's go see how the little girl's

doing, okay?

John, what if we end up with a lawsuit?

Come on, Stanley. We got the Good Samaritan Act. Besides, we saved her

life.

I'm not taking any chances. Do me a favor.

Keep my name out of it.

Okay. See you in the morning.

That's his license plate. I'll check it out.

Excuse me, sir.

Aren't you Dr. Stanley Riverside II?

What? Phillips, Daily News Telegraph. That was a wonderful thing you did

today, sir, saving that little girl's life. We want to do a feature on it.

Oh?

Hey, Doc, over here.

Big smile now.

It's about time you woke up.

I've been waiting around all night for you.

Where'd that thing come from?

Your date, David Bowie.

Come on, I was just doing a number on you. I know.

It was really Mick Jagger, right?

Here, this thing's getting heavy.

Hey, thanks.

You know something?

I've never owned one of these things.

Not even when I was a kid.

We're going to have to let your parents know that you're here and that you're

okay.

Now, where do I find them?

Well, my mother's dead.

She was on a big yacht near St. Tropez. You know where that is?

Uh-huh.

Well, there was a big storm.

One of them French dudes fell overboard.

She jumped in after him.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. I didn't like her anyway.

And what about your father?

Out of town.

Africa, I think.

Big top secret mission. He works for the State Department.

Inhalation therapist to 4 West. Stat.

Inhalation therapist to 4 West. Stat.

Well, Dr. Gates.

Hey, I hear you run a mean vacuum cleaner.

Yeah, but I don't do windows.

How's the kid?

Lousy. Her pressure's down to 92 over 64.

Her pulse is 110.

She's still got a fair amount of blood coming through that chest, too.

She may need surgery.

All right, then get her parents' consent.

Haven't found them yet.

I'll get to work on it, because if she bleeds much more, I'm going in anyway.

Dr. Citron, please call the OR.

Dr. Carl Citron, call the OR.

Yeah, fine.

You've been sitting here all night watching me sleep?

Uh, it's better than work, huh?

My dad says I sleep with my mouth open.

Uh-huh.

Ugly, huh?

No, no, just slightly repulsive.

But doctors are trained to tolerate that sort of thing, you know.

I bet I whistle through my nose, too.

You were a little flat on that last chorus of Yankee Doodle.

You know something? You're crazy.

Well, good morning.

Hello. Amy, this is one of the doctors who saved your life yesterday.

He came by to see you last night, but you were asleep.

You're Dr. Riverside.

McIntyre. Oh, you're the other one.

Well, I sure appreciate what you did for me.

You dudes are far out, you know that?

I mean all of you. Dr. Gates spent all night right here watching me sleep with

my mouth open.

Sounds like a very exciting evening.

Well, you're doing well, Amy.

Keep it up. You're making us look good.

Well, then how come I feel so crummy?

Crummy how?

Sort of weak.

Sickish.

Well, crummy, you know.

Well, naturally, you've been whistling through your nose all night. That's very

rough on your system.

Well, you'll feel better.

See you later.

Oh, Doc, do you have any kids, a daughter or anything?

No, but I'm open to offers.

You available?

Sure. Call my agent.

X-ray technician on call. Please call the emergency room. X-ray technician,

call the emergency room.

Did you really stay all night with her?

Most of it. Oh, excuse me, gents. I'm looking for Dr. McIntyre. Oh, you found

him? Oh, PK O'Keefe, Amy's dad.

How's she doing?

Well, she's stable now.

Dr. Gates has taken over her case.

The state department caught up with you?

Yeah, sometimes I can be hard to reach.

Have you seen this?

What? You got yourself a celebrity for a patient.

Listen to this.

In a dramatic display of creative medical improvisation, Dr. Stanley

Riverside II saved the life of 13-year-old Amy O'Keefe after she was

severely injured in a hit-and-run accident.

Um, uh, here, I think, uh... Yeah, I think we'll be out of the way in here.

Uh...

Using a syringe and a portable vacuum cleaner, Dr.

Riverside managed to reinflate the victim's collapsed lung. And he

mentioned a Dr. John McIntyre. He was there, too.

McIntyre? Oh, yeah!

It says down here you're a colleague of Riverside's.

Come on, Chance, give it to me straight.

I want the details on Amy.

Her condition is still serious.

We'll have to watch her very carefully for a while.

How long?

A week or so.

Come on. You can do better than that. You can shave it a little.

We're not negotiating for a used car, Mr. O'Keefe.

Look, I know how you guys operate.

You add a day here, a day there, you multiply by a couple hundred patients,

you can pay for a new wing and a hospital. Now, am I right?

If you would care to transfer your daughter to another hospital?

Uh, well, let's take it one step at a time.

Can I see my kid?

Room 411.

Miss Rothbaum, please call your office.

Miss Gretchen Rothbaum, call your office.

Yeah, Doc, I got plenty more.

Here you go, doc.

Little something for your void cage.

Hiya, princess.

I've been worried sick about you. Yeah.

Hi, PK.

Would you believe it?

I bought you some flowers, a dozen long stem roses, and like a real chump, I

left them in a taxi.

You used that same line when I had my tonsils out.

If you stayed out of hospitals, I wouldn't run out of excuses.

Are you hurting very much, baby?

I'm okay.

Yeah?

Well, you made the newspaper.

Take a look.

This is going to cost us a potful, isn't it?

Yeah, but I'll work something out with it.

What do you mean, work something out?

Just the other day, you told me we were loaded.

You made a big... Oh,

no, PK, not again.

It's no big deal.

I had a few bills that were a little more pressing, so, uh... Yeah, like the

fifth race at Bay Meadows.

Don't get smart.

I'm still your father.

It so happens...

And I've got a few things on the back burner that are going to blow your socks

off. Why don't you just go out and get a job like ordinary people?

You see?

That's your trouble.

You don't think enough of yourself.

You and me, we're not ordinary people.

We're special.

We've got special tastes, special talents.

Then how come you're always playing tag with collection agencies?

Do me a favor, PK. Don't be so special. We can't afford it.

Your mother used to talk like that before she walked out on us.

Okay, okay. I admit I'm not perfect, but I'm here.

And I keep trying, and this time I'm going to put us over the top.

How?

Never mind.

I'll think of something.

Yeah, that's what scares me.

You're a kick, princess.

You'll get well soon, baby. If you need anything, anything at all, you call me

at home.

Our phone's disconnected.

I'll see you, hon.

Like this? Yeah, that's it. That's good.

Uh-huh. Okay, yeah.

Uh-huh. Like it. Now, how about one with a vacuum cleaner? Well, that wasn't

standard procedure. This was an emergency.

Hi, there.

Oh, hi, Doc.

I'm Dr. Stanley Riverside II.

You must be the chap from the William Morris Agency. I got your message.

P.K. O'Keefe, Amy's father. I want to thank you for saving my daughter's life.

Thank you very much.

Well, that's all in a day's work, my friend. When one is trained in emergency

procedures such as I am, it's... Ah, yes, that photograph. What do you think?

Does that flatter me? Oh, yeah.

I'm not so sure. Excuse me, Mr. O'Keefe. May I have a minute, Stanley?

For you, John, always.

Excuse me.

Eight, twelve, to three.

Coffee, John? No, thanks.

You know, John, it is amazing how this little accident has captured the fancy

of the entire world.

Do you know that I've been asked to be a consultant on a TV show?

Well, that's fine, Stanley, as long as it doesn't interfere with your hospital

work.

Are you insinuating that I've been slighting my patients?

Oh, no, of course not. You're too good a doctor to ever do a thing like that. But

this is not the place to run a publicity campaign.

John, John, do you think that I enjoy this sort of thing?

I'm doing it for the good of the hospital.

My father invited the press to focus a little attention on the work we've been

doing here.

It behooves us all to cooperate, John.

My father would want it that way.

But you and your father had better decide what you want, Stanley.

A career as a physician, a press agent, or a celebrity.

Yes?

Trapper, Gonzo's looking for you. What's wrong?

Amy O'Keefe, problems.

What's her BP?

78 over 50.

She's still bleeding into her chest.

Amy, we're going to have to take you down to surgery.

Okay with you?

Okay. But be sure I don't sleep with my mouth open again.

See you in O.R.

O.R. Shapiro, order four more units of blood and schedule her for thoracotomy

stat. Yes, sir. We'll have to get her father's consent.

I'll work on it. I'll be an O.R.

How is she? Pretty weak. How weak? Not too weak for surgery. Let's hope not.

John, Gonzo, you can't let her die. You just can't.

Suction.

Retractor.

Clamp.

How much longer, Trapper?

What's her pressure?

80 over 52.

All right, hang another unit of blood. Burn a candle. We got 45 minutes.

Pharmacist on call.

Here you go.

CCU, stat.

Pharmacist on call.

CPU, stat.

Hi, Dad. It's Stanley.

No, they're still operating.

Of course I'm worried. I've canceled all my interviews and personal appearances.

No, I'm not. For myself, it's Trapper I'm worried about.

After all, he's the one who did the emergency work of accident.

If anything happens to that girl, it's his responsibility, not mine.

Hang on, Dad. I think we're finished.

Well, how'd it go? Pretty good. I think she'll be all right.

Bye, Dad. She's in good shape.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, watch me on The Merv Griffin Show. We're taping it tomorrow.

Bye.

I knew you'd be here.

How you doing, Amy?

I... I thought... Dr.

Gates. Yeah.

He was here earlier.

Hi.

I hope he's getting some rest, poor guy.

Spends all his spare time in here with me.

Well, he wants to be sure you get treated right.

Yeah.

He sure does care.

It's almost as if I'm his own daughter, even.

I bet it'd make a terrific father.

You got a father, Amy.

P.K.? Nah.

Dr. Gates is better.

Lots better.

You know, I could get away from P.K. real easy.

Come on, Amy. You wouldn't do that.

He'd never even miss me.

But Dr.

Gates... Him and me, we really dig each other, you know?

We'd have a ball.

Our nurse will be in any minute.

Eight to five, you got something going tonight.

How'd you know? You're wearing a clean sweatshirt.

That dietician on 2 West invited me to dinner. You know her? Yeah.

Not bad if you like alfalfa sprouts.

I'll love her sprouts.

Listen, uh, what's going on with you and Amy O'Keefe?

What? Well, she's talking about dumping her father and latching on to you.

No, I'm serious, man. I'm serious. Look, she's comparing you to a real father,

and you're ahead on points.

That's not what I call healthy.

That's no big deal. It's like women who fall in love with their doctors.

Get over it fast enough.

This woman is 13 years old.

Okay, so she's got a wild imagination.

You should have heard the story she told me about her parents. It was pure

fantasy. Yeah, well, you're a fantasy too, Gans, but she's starting to believe

it.

You gotta do something about it.

Quick.

Okay, so what do I do?

How do I help the kid?

Don't you ever make any salads?

Now, back to Amy. I don't think you should encourage her fantasies.

It'll only compound the problem.

But fantasies are important, especially to 13-year-olds.

That little dream world of Amy's provides her with all the love and

romance.

And self-esteem that she can't get anywhere else.

Well, since you put it like that, I guess you're right.

So what do I do?

Reach the hell out of me.

Oh, great.

I invest in an expensive lunch, finger sandwiches, wine, the works, and that's

the advice you give me?

Well, you're only going to end up following your own instincts anyway.

No. No, not this time. I don't trust my instincts on this one. Why not? Because,

damn it, she's just a little girl. And I don't want to hurt her.

Okay, then. You do some fantasizing.

Think about what it would be like to have Amy for your daughter What she

would do to your life what you would do to hers and after you stop thinking

about it Pour me some wine

Hiya

little princess,

how's it going?

Hey, you look terrific.

Thanks What's wrong? Aren't you glad to see me?

Sure, would you hand me that box of tissue over there?

Okay, okay.

I've been away for a couple of days, and I couldn't call or anything because I've

been busy. And baby, I mean busy. I've been putting together a deal that's

going to keep us fat forever.

P.K., I'm not interested in your little deals anymore.

Oh, really?

And what does Her Highness have in mind?

Him.

Him? Him.

Dr. Gates.

He says I'm going to need a vacation when I get out of here.

Okay, you got it. Wherever you want to go.

As soon as I'm well, he's flying me to the south of France.

He keeps his yacht in Saint-Tropez. You know where that is?

Sure, sure. Real classy. But nobody bothered to ask me if you could go.

You're never around anyway.

We'll cruise around for a while.

Then we're going to fly to Washington to meet his family.

His father works in the State Department, goes around on big top

-secret missions to Africa and places like that.

And then we're gonna go... Okay, Princess, okay.

Honey, why do you clutter your mind with all this garbage?

What do you mean, garbage?

Honey, listen to me. You don't have to play this crazy game anymore.

This deal that I'm cooking up is gonna take care of all our dreams.

We'll have our own yacht in Central Pez.

Oh, you don't believe me, do you?

Why should I?

Uh-huh.

This one is going to work.

Just you wait and see.

I'll see you.

Come in.

Dr. Riverside. Yes.

I saw your picture in the newspaper.

You're a lot taller in person.

Why, thank you.

So you're the one who operated on the O'Keefe girl with a vacuum cleaner?

Well, actually, there was a bit more to it than that. My name is Grote, Doctor,

of Windletter, Andowski, Kallik, and Grote. Attorneys, yes.

Yes, we represent Mr. P.K. O'Keefe, and we feel it's only fair to advise you

that our client is planning to sue you for $2 million.

$2 million?

for endangering his daughter's life by performing improvisational surgery with

a vacuum cleaner under septic conditions without legal consent.

You'll be hearing from her shortly, Doctor.

By the way, have a nice evening.

Dr. Riverside.

Dr. Riverside?

We have a construction worker in room 5 who's had a bad fall.

Probably a lawyer in disguise.

Or a process server.

He has two broken arms, doctor.

He'll serve me the subpoena with his teeth.

Will you please come and help us, sir?

Let Jackson handle it. He's got nothing to lose.

Dr. Branca, please call recovery room.

Dr. Mervyn Branca.

It's all your fault, John. You know that? It's all your fault if you hadn't

insisted on our stopping at that accident. Stanley, you would have

stopped anyway as soon as you saw that little girl lying there.

I won't do it again. Not ever. I'm not lifting a finger to help anyone ever

again unless there's a signed consent form and a legal... Oh, my God, John, $2

million?

I know, Stanley, it's rough.

But we got a terrific legal staff here, and they'll treat it for exactly what it

is, a sleazy form of harassment.

I remember when Phil Crenshaw was sued. You remember that? That was just a form

of harassment. That's all. You remember that? Oh, yeah, really cheap shot. And

Crenshaw won?

Yeah, he won the case. And he lost his practice.

His insurance rates went sky high. His patients were afraid of him.

His office was empty. He was ruined.

I'll be ruined. Easy, Stanley. All those years of school, internship, residency,

my membership at the country club, my father. Oh, my God, my father.

How can I face what we say?

Slow down, Stanley. Now, look, you've got the Good Samaritan Act on your side

and some of the best legal brains in the business working on it.

Now, are you going to knuckle under to a money-grubbing creep like P.K. O'Keefe?

I guess you're right.

Well, get out there and prove it.

Thanks, John. I needed that.

Good morning.

I could see you through that window on that motorhome down there.

Any chest pains?

No, I feel fine.

what's wrong you know what's wrong your

father is suing the doctor who saved your life for two million dollars oh no

PK would never do that you didn't know about it no I

swear I didn't you're doubting me how can you do that that's like doubting

your own daughter

You're not my daughter, Amy.

But I could be.

Didn't you ask me the other day if I was available? Well, I'm available.

Amy, listen. I can move in with you right now. Cook all your meals. I make

terrific sandwiches.

You like peanut butter?

Salami. I could even make egg sandwiches. Amy, would you shut up and

listen to me for a minute?

I'm honestly, truly, genuinely fond of you.

You're bright.

And you're sensitive.

And you're a beautiful young lady.

But no matter what I think of you, I could never love you the way your real

father does.

P.K., are you kidding?

Does he know about loving?

He goes around suing people.

All right, he has his faults.

But sometimes you have to try to overlook... What are you sticking up for

him for?

You his friend or something?

You're his friend. You're not mine.

Amy. Get out.

Amy, I don't want you to think... Get out!

I don't want to talk to him.

It's a stinking lawsuit.

It's causing all kinds of problems.

Riverside's cracking up and all this business with Amy.

Can't you talk to O'Keefe? Isn't there some way you can change his mind?

I put in a phone call to him. He's on his way over here. But he won't withdraw

the legal action. The man has no conscience.

Yes?

All right. Get her ready for surgery. We'll be right there.

It's Amy.

What's happening? What happened to my kid? Well, Amy tried to get out of bed

and she took a bath fall and tore everything loose. She's bleeding

internally again.

Well, what does that mean?

More surgery?

Yes, but I'm going to need your signature on this consent form.

Shapiro?

Yes, ma'am, would you run this down to OR, please? Yes, sir.

Now, if I can just find somebody to do the operation.

What are you talking about?

Well, that lawsuit of yours.

There's not one surgeon on staff here that wants to get involved with the O

'Keefe family.

I don't believe this. My kid's bleeding to death. You're talking to me about

lawsuits? Well, it's intimidating to all our doctors, Mr. O'Keefe, including

myself. What is this? What are you giving me, some kind of blackmail?

Oh, no, no, no. You can...

You can bring your own surgeon in. But there isn't much time. Your daughter's

condition is extremely weak.

Oh, I know. I scratched the lawsuit.

It's out. Canceled. Forget about it. You got my word on that. Will you get down

and take care of Amy?

I'm going to need something in writing from you, Mr. O'Keefe.

Our legal department drew this up.

It releases Dr. Riverside and myself from any liability regarding the

original accident.

Care to read it over?

the damn thing.

Will you please take care of my kid?

Come on.

Dr. Kenyon, please call cath lab.

Don Joe, how'd it go?

Surgery? Breeze.

Amy's doing fine.

Oh, man, that's great news.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Was he operating on Amy all this time? All the while we were upstairs?

Of course.

You don't think we would jeopardize the life of a patient, do you?

Oh, man.

That was a dirty trick.

Sue me.

You're okay, you know that?

You and me, we got a lot in common.

Heaven forbid.

You know, Amy's gonna be okay.

But she does have some other problems, and she's gonna need some help.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

All that fantasy stuff.

Trouble is, therapy costs money.

She doesn't need any therapy.

All she needs is a full-time father.

Somebody who loves her and knows how to show it.

You know anybody who qualifies?

Okay, okay.

I get the message.

If you don't change, PK.

Who are you

looking

for?

A friend.

You know where I can find one?

Look, if I'm not good enough to be your daughter, then... Now, that's enough of

that crazy talk.

You're old enough to know better.

You have a full-fledged, full-time, qualified father.

Yeah, some father.

Okay.

You got a beef?

Talk to him.

Straighten him out.

Tell him what you want, what you need.

Maybe he just has to grow up a little.

you expect me to help my father grow up why not what are daughters for

How's it going, princess?

Okay, I guess.

Listen, well, here.

Nice, huh?

Yeah, thanks.

Where'd you get them?

Gift shop.

Listen, Amy.

a lot of apologies. I know I haven't been a good father.

You sure haven't.

Yeah.

But I want to change, baby. I swear I do.

I don't know how to begin.

Will you help me?

I don't know, PK.

Changing you, that's a big job.

Yeah.

Think you can handle it?

I can try.

Sit down, we'll talk.

First of all, these flowers, where did you really get them?

The patient next door was checking out, so... Oh, man.

You and me, we've got a lot of work to do.

I can't believe it.

You know, it's kind of a miracle.

You're free and clear, Stanley.

The lawsuit's been withdrawn all $2 million worth.

Well, that's more like it. You can return to work with renewed faith,

strength, and vigor.

Yeah. Well, later, fellas. I have to call my agent.

I'm expecting an offer from Hollywood Squares.

That calls for a drink.

Why not?

We're up.

Yeah, what the hell? I think we earned it.

Here's to Stanley.

Thank you.