drop in on me.
Absolutely.
We should say our goodbyes here.
You're a pretty nice guy.
But she doesn't think much of you.
You picked that up, huh?
You want to catch a fish, think like a fish.
What do you want?
I forgot some stuff. I can come back.
Make it quick. I'm busy.
You got a furtive mind, Maurice.
What I mean is,
it's like the waters of the Big Muddy.
It's hard to see the bottom of it.
It's deep where you think
it's gonna be shallow
and it's shallow where it should be deep.
- You lookin' for another beatin'?
- No, sir, not at all.
Look, Maurice, what I'm trying to say is,
it was never my intention
to cut down Mr Whitman.
But I can see now how what I said,
in some people's eyes,
could be taken that way. I don't...
I don't want people reading Walt Whitman
for the wrong reasons, Maurice.
And I most assuredly don't want to kill
the child inside the man.
You did a bad thing, Chris.
I know.
I'm sorry.
And?
And?
And?
And I apologise and I am...
I don't know. What?
And you want you job back, right?
Right.
OK. Everybody deserves
a second chance. This is yours.
Oh, on a personal note,
I'd like to compliment you
on that left cross you snuck in on me.
I felt it.
Matter of fact, I saw stars.
Well, not stars exactly, more like fireflies.
Hey, Maurice...
Thanks.
OK, all right.
Hi.
Oh, it's you.
- What time is it?
- It's about eleven.
What's the matter?
Dragon under your bed?
I brought you some Darvon for your knee.
Oh.
So how is it? Your knee?
It's all right.
I wouldn't give it up if I were you.
- What?
- Dancing.
So your knee goes out on you
every once in a while. Big deal.
Elaine likes to dance.
But, you know, me.
Proverbial two left feet.
I think if they taught
it in medical school...
I don't know,
we'd probably be all better doctors.
Are you drunk, Fleischman?
No, I'm just, I'm a little...
I don't know. I'm homesick.
Must be all this clean air, the bright stars.
I can't sleep without bus fumes, the din
of traffic, the crazy people on the street...
Mag?
Oh. Hey, what's goin' on?
House call.
- You sick?
- No.
Oh, well, I'll see you back in the sack.
So, anyway...
I'm gonna go home now.
You just give me a call
if the pills don't work.
Maybe I'll stop by tomorrow
and fix the shower.Hello!
Soapy?
Hey, Maggie.
Over here.
Hi, guys.
Soapy, you should not
be lifting that.
Gotta feed the kids.
Here.
Hi.
- I was thinking of you all the way up here.
- That's nice to know.
You're not going to like this, but you know
you're too old to be climbing a tree.
I tried mountain climbing.
- Made my ears feel screwy.
- Yeah?
The damn water's
always too cold to swim.
Have you ever thought about
reading a good book?
If I wanted to be a prune,
I'd try lawn bowling.
Come on.
Let's get outta here
before the wind picks up.
- Hi, Marilyn.
- Marilyn, can you show Soapy in?
Do you know
what time it is?
I'm sorry. We got some blankets
for the potlatch festival.
- Oh, I see.
- And Soapy wanted to go over the peaks,
so I decided to take the scenic route.
- You're angry?
- Of course not.
I love watching Marilyn browse through
my Sharper Image catalogue.
- In case you hadn't noticed, I am a doctor.
- Really?
Even if you don't like me, you owe some
respect to my years in medical school.
Are you trying to tell me
that in a town of 815 people,
with 16 hours of daylight,
you can't squeeze everybody in?
It's the principle. See? Um, look.
"Hello, I was hit by a bus" is a reason
to be late for a doctor's appointment.
Not "I decided to have my nails done."
I don't have my nails done! And if I got hit
by a bus, I wouldn't be late, I'd cancel.
Oh, she's a pistol,
isn't she?
- Oh, yeah!
- Feisty women never get boring.
Yeah? Well,
let me tell you something.
Boring women get a bad rap.
There's a lot to be said for boring women.
- So, Soapy, how you getting around?
- Slowly.
When exactly may I expect
an improvement?