No.
- "Good."
- Do you currently use drugs?
- No.
Not even Tylenol?
Some... sure.
- Any history of drug use?
- Uh...
A little, I guess.
About as much as anyone
who goes to college.
''Justification of drug use.''
How about alcohol?
An occasional beer.
You ever been incarcerated
or institutionalized?
- No.
- "Any history of mental illness?"
- No.
- You know, there's something
about your application...
that's very troubling to me.
There's a gap of two,
two and a half years.
I mean--
- "It occurs", "like", "five years ago."
- Yeah.
Can I get you,
uh, some iced tea?
- No. No, thank you.
- I'm a little dry.
- Do you mind?
- Oh, no. please, go.
Go right ahead.
I asked because
your wife was very vague...
about what you might
have been doing...
and I was hoping
you might be able...
to shed a little bit
of light on it for me.
Uh, I was in L.A.
Yes. that's just
what your wife said.
Could you be a little bit
more specific, though?
Oh, well...
I-I was doing some odd jobs...
"and this and that", "you know?"
"No", "I" don't "know."
Could you elaborate?
Well, I did work
as a mechanic for a while.
Oh, you mean like
for a body shop?
No. I mean like
in a performance shop.
- Perf--
- Well, exotics and, uh, rally cars.
Oh. Uh-huh.
You know, I've changed my mind.
I think I would
like some iced tea.
I'm sorry.
We're all out of iced tea.
How about a beer?
Yeah--
- You don't have anything else?
- No.
No. I don't.
This is-- This is just about
all that-- all that I have.
Chris has been a little busy.
I'm-I'm sorry, Dr.Jarvis.
What-What were you saying?
Oh, I was just asking
if you remember the name
of that performance shop.
Uh, Bubba's.
''Bubba's''?
Bubba's...
Big... Block... Shop.
Do you have
a number for Bubba's?
[ "Banging" ]
No. No, they're,
uh, out of business.
[ "Banging" ]
Could you excuse me...
for just a second?
- [ "Banging" ]
- My cat... must have got in--
got into the garage...
and I'll be... be right back.
See these?
Got any idea what
I can do with these?
- Mm-hmm.
- Somehow, I just don't believe you.
Besides, that'd just
make a lot of noise.
Sorry about that, Dr.Jarvis.
[ Tires Screeching ]
- So, where were we?
- I was asking you about L.A.
- Oh, yeah.
- "[ Doorbell Rings ]"
Wow, I apologize.
This never happens.
Can I help you?
''May I.''
All right...
may I help you?
- So, you're Casey?
- That's right.
I'm a friend of Nick's.
I'll bet you are.
May I come in?
- Nick's not here right now.
- I'll wait.
- I'm a little busy.
- Well, I'll be real quiet.
Look, lady, I just told you.
I'm a little busy!
It's quite all right.
I would enjoy speaking
with your friend.
She's not my friend.
I don't know who the fuck she is.
Uh, hi.
I am Dallas.
No. don't bother
introducing yourself
'cause she's not staying.
- [ "Mooing" ]
- What is that?
"That" is my phone.
Aren't you going to answer it?
Yeah. I'm going to answer it.
- [ "Mooing Continues" ]
- Where's your cordless?
You doing a survey?
I had one.
I broke it.
- In anger?
- Yeah.
I mean, no.
Can you give me, uh,
just a second?
- Don't sit down.
- [ Mooing ]
- Hello. Nick.
- Case.
You get the fuck
back here right now.
No. I got myself
in a little trouble, Case.
You, my friend,
are in a lot more trouble
than you fuckin' know.
- Yalie, huh?
I'm a Vassar gal myself.
- "Oh", "really?"
- What was your major?
- Poly-scI and philosophy. You mind?
[ Sighs ]
Casey's got to be
real fucked up...
if you're making
a house call.
I'm beginning
to think so, yes.
Some Jamaican showed up here,
and he tried to kill me.
And now one of your bimbos
is sitting in my living room!
- Bimbo?
- Some bitch named Dallas.
Tell me, you're not
one of those, uh...
Freudian sub-intellectuals
who waste all their time...
fixating on penis envy?
Well, sex is a prime motivator.
I mean, indirectly,
I believe sex...
is behind most of our major
thought processes.