This is Chris in the Morning. The weather's typical for this time of year. Some of you may have heard that nice little cypress tree out at Kipnuk Lake... fell over last Friday night and flattened my trailer like the proverbial pancake, causing me to join the growing ranks of the nation's homeless. That's the bad news. The good news is I no longer have to carpool to work. Courtesy of Maurice Minnifield, I'm- Well, for only a small deduction from my salary- I'm living here at the station until spring thaw when I can repair my beautiful home. Thank you, Maurice. In other important social notes, Cicely's own Dr. Fleischman plans a two-week vacation... to see his fiancйe Elaine in the Big Apple. Hello to Elaine from all of us, Doc. Alaska paid for Joel's education, now he pays us back... with the finest in the cutting-edge of medical care. A little traveling music then for the doc. It's hard to believe he's been with us only a scant eight months. Tempus fugit, eh, Joel? Doesn't fugit nearly fast enough. You think banging on a pipe with a wrench is going to make it go faster? It's just what I dreamed of when I was at Columbia, that I'd be practicing medicine in a room where I can't feel my fingers. - It's not that cold. - It's 40 degrees inside, if you don't count the windchill factor blowing through these cracks. If you'd take off your snowsuit, you'd get acclimated. My blood would thicken? That's very scientific. Like with a car? Colder climate, more viscous motor oil? Well, I have nice, thin New York blood. You probably don't have blood at all. Get off my case, Fleischman. just give me my pills. No problem. So I guess Rick got back okay through the ice fog. There are other ways besides sex to get a bladder infection, Fleischman. - Yeah, but that's the funnest. - What? This is your hobby? Thinking about my sex life? Hey, you brought it up, O'Connell. I was only referring to the fact that I ran into your boyfriend at the barbershop. You know what your problem is? That my bladder couldn't make the trip to see a doctor in Anchorage. You are defensive. You are so heavily defended, you create a hostile reality. Two every four hours. Go pee in this cup. I guess Rick made it back okay. You got your Publisher's Clearinghouse. Okay, but if you win, I get half. Okay? I'm preapproved for a gold card. I'll run right over to Saks. Alumni fund. Toss. Spy magazine, all right. It's three months old. Delivery by dogsled. Elaine. Hello. There's no heat in here. This could take a while. - Well, just get acclimated. - Acclimated? This seat's like an ice cube. Dear Joey, hi. Listen, I'm really sorry, and in a perfect worid, I could tell you this in person. And I know the timing is especially terrible with your plans and all. No. Not the trip to New York. Anything but the trip to New York. But I did all this stuff. I got you some great seats at Les Miz, sixth row, center. Yes! And Dr. Bloom can fix your crown on the 18th, 2:00. I'm sure by now your mother has cornered the market on pot roast in Queens. Do you think she actually tries to cook it to the consistency of shoelaces or what? I mean, I guess it's good, in a way, to have food that you can floss with. Ah, this is so hard. I hate this. Anyway, Joey, I don't know any other way to say what I have to say, so I guess I'll just say it. I met somebody else. Danny Goldman. No, it isn't Danny Goldman. I know you think I've had a crush on him since the ninth grade, although I don't know why you think I could stand somebody who calls me "Lainester. '" He's a little older than I am. Actually, he's quite a bit older than I am. I don't know. Maybe it's a father thing. You'd like him, Joey. He's very nice. Very gentle. Very gentile. His name's Dwight. He's a federal judge in Louisville. Well, he was. He's retired now and he's devoting himself full-time to his watercolors. I've ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Протокол на английском - текст Москва-Кассиопея на английском - текст Светлячок на английском - текст Крепкий орешек 4.0 на английском - текст Кудряшка Сью на английском |