my contract says. Uh-huh? Huh. And if I leave? $10,000 or 18 years in jail. And 18 years in jail?! They're still talking. I'll stitch him up. No. It's OK, I'll do it. Good golly, Miss Molly Sure likes a ball When you're rockin' and a-rollin' Did you hear your momma call? All right! The town of Cicely wants to welcome all of you to the ninth annual Arrowhead County Summer Wonderland Festival. We'd especially like to welcome our friends from Middlechurch, who came here to celebrate with us - that's 300 miles away as the crow flies. Hello, Dr Fleischman. Mooseburger or caribou dog? Mooseburger. And I'm proud to be here to celebrate that fact! You all have a really good time. Sit back, enjoy the food, drink and fellowship, and have a hell of a good time! North to the future! What time is it in New York City now? It's around midnight. So I guess maybe you and your fiancйe'd be coming back from a movie about now. Maybe stop by a little cafй for a cup of espresso, pick up the Sunday edition of the New York Times, and some fresh, hot bagels for breakfast tomorrow. Sounds about right. How do you know about bagels? Oh, I saw Manhattan. I think Woody's a genius. Maurice? I got nothin' to say to you, Maurice. But I'm sayin' it anyway. How's she doin'? She's fine. I miss you, Maurice. I miss you bein' around. Things kinda got turned upside-down. Gravity. It keeps you rooted to the ground. In space, there's not any gravity. You just kind of leave your feet and go floatin' around. Is that what it's like, Holling? What? Bein' in love. How do you like the mooseburger? - Little gamy. - Well, you'll get used to it. The dream is gone I thought was mine There's nothing left for me to do But cry over you Well, I never felt more like singin' the blues Cos I never thought that I'd ever lose Your love, dear You got me singin' the bluesIt was a day not unlike any other in the summer of 1976. I, a boy of 15, and my oldest and dearest friend, Dickie Heath, having just stolen a car from the parking lot of a ShopEasy, and finding ourselves with nothing much to do, entered a house on Fox Hill Lane. While Dickie rifled the upstairs for valuables, I entered the sitting room where, while pocketing a gold-leaf pen and a silver humidor, came across the book that completely and irrevocably changed my life. So, this morning, Chris in the Morning is gonna dispense with the weather and traffic report and local news and get down with the complete works of Walt Whitman. "When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night I mourn'd. And yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring Ever-returning spring. Trinity sure to me you bring Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west And thought of him I love..." - Waaah! - It's empty. I checked. What are you doin' in my bedroom? Don't you believe in knocking before you drop in at 6.28am? - Indians don't knock. It's rude. - No? What the hell do Indians do? Use the key. The key? You have the key to my bedroom? Well, it works on my house, too. Lots of people have the same key. You don't have to worry so much about gettin' locked out. - I wanna make an appointment. - A doctor's appointment? Uh-huh. No problem. Use your key and let yourself into my office and write your name in my book. Oh, I forgot. There is no book. Marilyn doesn't believe in them. Just draw your name on the wall. It's not for me. It's for my uncle. - What's wrong with him? - He's sick. Oh, no! - My toilet is broken. - I know, you've told me. No, actually that's not true. It never really worked so maybe not working is its natural working condition. What's wrong with it? What is wrong with it? How am I supposed to know what's wrong with it? Common sense, maybe? You're a doctor. You're smart. You're brilliant. ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Искушение Б. на английском - текст Случайный турист на английском - текст Вспомнить всё на английском - текст Собачья дверца на английском - текст Язык нежности на английском |