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nicer than mine?
Where does he have the couch?
Well, I don't know,
but the key problem is solved.
I hid it at Phil's.
He let you?
No, he doesn't know.
See, I hid it without telling him.
So, uh, Phil won't be compulsively
looking for it like some people.
So, you... you say
you've been in the city all winter?
I was in Maine for a couple days.
Well... here we are.
George, I've always fantasized
about jumping into bed with you.
But... I don't want to spoil things
by sleeping with you too soon.
Are you sure?
'Cause it could really help me out of a jam.
I want to build something with you, George.
Oh, not more building.
And I won't take no for an answer.
All right.
What are we doing in this alley, anyway?
It's a surprise.
What are you doing? What is that?
It's a bag of donuts.
It's garbage.
No, no, no.
When they make the new ones,
the old ones come out right here.
All right, that's it.
How do you spell your last name?
It's a bear claw!
You have no idea how rare this is.
I'll make it out to cash.
How 'bout two hundred bucks? Two-fifty?
Make it three hundred.
You know, Elaine--
You are the bear claw in the garbage bag of my life.
Aw, Glenn.
Hi. Is Phil here?
Yeah, I'm here.
Phil... hi.
I-I know we kind of got off to a bad start.
But your bird-- which is lovely, by the way--
made a mess on my door.
I thought maybe you'd clean it up,
or your maid, there.
That's my wife.
All right, I think we're done here.
So, you're in a relationship
with a woman you don't like,
and you're having an affair
with a woman that won't have sex with you.
This isn't going well.
I cannot find my Jerry Lewis cufflinks.
Without 'em, I have no in!
You don't need the cufflinks.
You have the same name.
Where are you going?
Help me look.
It's a big night.
I'm ice skating with one,
and going to a staged reading of "Godspell"
with the other.
Which is with who?
It doesn't matter.
Whoo! Boy.
Yeah, you clean up nice.
I can't go until I find my cufflinks.
Yeah, see? I knew you would lose 'em.
That's why I took 'em out of your dresser drawer
and put 'em in my strongbox.
You're a lifesaver.
Would you get them, please?
Yeah, we'll stop by Phil's,
we'll pick up the key.
Hey, what's going on?
Fredo is dead.
That strange Portuguese guy
that lives next-door to the incinerator?
No, my bird!
We just got back from the pet cemetery.
Oh, Phil. Mrs. Phil.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, I'll bet you are!
They told us he was poisoned!
Something in his food.
But I, I didn't--
Kramer, they think I killed Fredo!
And who buries a bird?
Yeah. Just give it to the Portuguese guy,
and he puts it in the incinerator.
Just get the key and let's get out here.
You know, it's a funny thing
about that bird dying.
I hid the key in Fredo's food dish.
Whew! That's a weird coincidence.
You killed Fredo!
Fredo was weak and stupid.
He shouldn't've eaten that key.
Kramer, I need those cufflinks.
But now they're in the box,
and the key is in the bird.
What are we gonna do?
You just answered your own question.
Oh, no.
I'll get the shovel.
The, uh, actor that played Jesus
made some odd choices.
I mean, uh...
I had fun ice skating.
Oh, my God!
What are you doing here?
You told me to meet you here for lunch.
Oh, I'm caught in my own web of lies!
I'm Maura.
I'm Loretta. You want to join us?
This is all blowing up in my face!
My serious girlfriend and my torrid love affair
have accidentally crossed paths!
I have ruined three lives.
Well, I understand if you
never want to see me again, so...
George, what we have is too important.
We can work through this.
So can we.
So this is still not over?
All right.
Elaine, wow, a TV, a stereo?
Yeah, and I got you a cord of wood,
so you won't have to burn 'em.
Oh, my God, Allison.
You're home early.
Who is this?
His wife.
You're poor and married?
Looks like it.
Who the hell
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