"hold on, hold on." "wait, wait." "wait, wait, h." "is that-- i think i felt it move." "no, you did't." "okay, i'm only seven weeks pregnant." "babi don't start moving until, like, the fifth month." "maybe other people's babies don't." "but see, already batman's different." "stop calling it that." "but it's a fam-- -it's not a family name." "okay, i stopped the newspaper." "i packed for both of us." "this one just says "remember."" "oh, i gotta change the outgoing mesge." "let me get that -thank you." "hi, you have reached sam and mel." "we won't be here this week." "we will be at her parents' house to celebrate her father's 65th birthday, and to tell them that we're getting married, and'm impregnated their daughter out of wedlock, which'm sure they'll be thrilled about" "sie they already hate me." "they don't hate you." "i flooded their house, mel." "i'm starting to think, ah, maybe that wasn't such a good call." "okay, yes, t it's been repaired and all is forgiven-ish." "see, that doesn't help." "well, maybe you'd be less nervous if you came out with me this morning." "skip your office party." "i'd love to, baby, but i'm the assistant itor at the magazine and ipod deejay tonight." "two very revered positions." "and by the way, i'm not that nervous about meeting your par-- yeah, you seem good." "okay, remember, get there by 9:00, and we'll tell th after dessert." "my mom made her cherry pie." "you know, i actually don't like pie." "i find myself to be more of a cake guy." "oh, it's my d." "where's the phone?" "that's your dad?" "i didn't delete the answering machine." "sam!" "we need to find it." "you've got to put that ck on the dock." "the dock is there for a reason." "it recharges it." "we have got to find it." "couc couch, couch." "answer it!" "get it!" "dick." "hey, it's sam." "how are you?" "sam." "mel's friend, yeah." "we're really looking forward to see--huh?" "okay, i'll put her on the phone for you." "hey, dad." "no, the-- he loves me." "==ÆÆÀÃÐÜÀÖÔ°ÇãÇé·îÏ×==- ±¾×ÖÄ"½ö¹©Ñ§Ï°½"Á÷£¬ÑÏ½ûÓÃÓÚÉÌÒµÓÃÍ¾" "=ÆÆÀÃÐÜ×ÖÄ"×é=- ·­Òë£º Ð£¶Ô£º Ê±¼äÖá£ºÂóÂóûœûœÏÄ  hey, hun." "how's the party?" "oh, filled with party people." "well, why don't you come out here early?" "you could be here for dinner." "oh, i thought of that actually but we made a plan to meet them for dessert." "remember, and after you make a plan, it's a miake to deviate, so i-- hi, sam." "hey." "oh, thanks." "who's that?" "it's nobody, honey okay, sam, listen to me." "you know i think it's super cute when you don't realize girls e flirting with you." "oh, no, honey, no one's flirting wh anybody." "mwah." "no, nicky." "but i need you to know that tonight's really important." "so just don't be late no, stop." "um, it's, uh, not late." "no one's gonna be late." "mel?" "mel?" "well, i finally finished preparing the goose for dad's birthday dinner." "and all tha's left now is two days of brining... which some people might find interesting." "i said to your mother," ""all i want for my birthday a nice steak with my family."" "so she invited 60 peop and got right to work on a goose." "oh, you're gonna love it." "we're having roast tonight." "and i'm really proud of my pie." "mel." "you okay?" "oh, yeah, dad." "i'm fine." "was that your frnd on the phone?" "did he upset you?" "no, dad." "i love my friend." "and maybe since i've been with him for two years now, you could stop calling m my friend and try welcoming him into your home." "and we do, dear." "of course we do." "we like your friend very much." "right, dick?" "mel, you're not picking up your cell." "i'm on my way to the train station right on schedule." "can't wait to dig into your mom's cherry pie." "and that sounded dirty." "i'm sorry." "i love you." "* sam-my * nicky, are you sure you should be driving?" "are you kidding me?" "this car basically drives itself." "really, nicky" "hi." "we're actually making two stops." "i just had a naughty thought." "oh, listen, nicky-- oh, wow!" "that is naughty." "i know." "god." "um, thank you." "at's very flattering, and a teensy bit degrading for both of us actually." "bui'm about to be engaged." "oh, i feel sick." "no, don't." "hey, you're a great gal." "mel and i are just kinda perfect for each other." "and, you know, love is a-- this car is my place of business." "how would you like it if i came to vomit at your place of business?" "you're-- that's a great point." "if would be difficult at mine 'cause there's a security guy." "you'd have to check in." "look--where are you going?" "sir, you cannot leave this scene." "that is against delivery man's code." "have you no code, sir?" "!" "damn it!" "come on, mel, pick up." "okay, it's just like two or-- 's like six miles." "you got it from here?" "really?" "oh, my god!" "whoa!" "what are you doing?" "!" "no, i was oking for a towel." "get out!" "get out!" "don't mace me, no!" "sam, i'm not your whore." "who do you think i am?" "get out!" "you threw up on me in the car, and i was trying-- i thought you were a gentlemen." "i am a gentleman." "get out!" "i know tai chi!" "no, no." "get out!" "break your-- no, that's not-- that is not your bear." "nicky, come on." "i'm calling the police." "mel." "hey, dick." "hi, oh." "happy birthday by the way." "dick, who is it?" "it's mel's friend sam in a giant plastic dper." "dick, could i borrow $80?" "it's for the cab." "i was, um-- i left my wallet in my-- in my other diaper." "sam." "hell angela." "how are you?" "good to se- nope." "okay." "sam?" "hey, everybo's up." "are you okay?" "where are your clothes?" "oh, long story." "i had to share a cab-- don't tell me with that girl who was flirting with you." "no, no, it was with a guy." "mick." "mick?" "mick." "he's a security guard at my place of business." "and he was absolutely hammered." "i would not let him drive." "so i guess i'll pay the cab." "thank you, dick." "anyways, mick, he threw up on me in the cab." "oh." "i know, yuck." "so i had to go to hislace, take a shower." "and, what, he had nothing for you to wear?" "nothing my size." "he's a dwarf." "your security guard's a dwarf?" "yeah, i would not mess with him though; he's vicious." "a vicious dwarf vomited on sam, dick." "yeah, right." "would anyone mind if i made a quick jaunt to the restroom?" "oh, sure." "yeah, the powder room is to the right." "okie-dokey." "ugh, not again." "sorry." "no, sam, it's not your fault." "the power goes out all the time." "hasn't been the same since the flood." "i have some experience with electricity stuff." "i got it." "okay." "sam!" "oh, i thought it was the powder room." "i thought it was the powder room." "i thought was the powder room." "you urinated on my goose." "we can wash it off." "you urinated on my goose!" "it's a five-second rule." "you're spilling!" "sam, sam sam, oh, my goose." "oh, i'm so sorry, angela." "angela something's wrong with that trip switch." "dick, be careful." "sam's urine." "dad!" "dick?" "hey, baby." "i came up with a plan." "so tod, first of all, i'm gonna be on my best behavior." "i'm gonna be pulling out chairs for your mom, opening doors." "and then tonight at dinner, we'llell them." "you think you'll be on time for dinner?" "and i deservthat." "mel, i've apologized a lot." "i know." "and i ju-- i'm very sensitive right now." "so i just needo know that you're okay." "look, hey, i'veived here my whole life, and i still get lost in this house." "i'm always peeing in places that aren't bathrooms." "mel-- -oh, on i pooped in the laundry room." "i'm gonna punch you in the face." "oh, i was joking about the punching in the face." "ll, that's very funny." "in context, if you would have seen-- yes, explain to me the context in which punching my daughter in the face is funny." "dad, how are you?" "he has a concussion." "the hospital wanted to keep him another night, but your father is so stubborn." "darling, i'm fine." "and i haven't ssed the annual bar council luncheon in 30 years, and i'm not missing this one." "i'm just gonna rinse the urine outta my hair and i'll be off." "oh, that makes me nervous, him out and about after such a big fall." "he is a stubborn old coot." "oh, that reminds me." "come." "well-- okay, you too, sam." "good god." "it's his birthday present." "do you love it?" "it's by the same man who does all the portraits of the presidents." "he's been working on it for over a year." "and he said it's his masterpiece." "dad looks very stern." "yeah, i know." "which he can be." "but you see that little gleam in his eye?" "eh, your father's playful too." "and that's what a good portrait does." "it gives the whole sense of a person." "when you move, his eyes go with you." "it's creep-- it's a beautiful picture of him." "whoa." "nice and easy, judge clayton i just was dizzy." "if i could just lie down for a second, i think i'll be fine." "take him in the back." "thank you." "oh, yes." "this will be fine." "oh, yes, thank you." "hello?" "mel?" "angela?" ", mrs. clayton?" "the phone is ringing quite a bit." "hello, clayton residence hello, this is hewitt's, the undertakers." "is mrs. clayton in?" "she is not maybe i can-- what can i do you for?" "we've got judge clayton down here." "i'm afraid he collapsed in the street." "no, no, no, he's fine." "i just saw him a half hour ago." "yes, well, um we put him in the back room." ", my god." "hopefully, you can get down here as soon as possible." "and i guess he was too lazy." "sam." "is everything all right?" "that was hewitt's on the phone." "the undertaker?" "they've got dick." "he collapsed in the street." "i don't understa." "dick's dead." "oh!" "thank you, martin." "i'm feeling much better." "hate to rush, but i don't want to miss my train." "judge clayton, someone's coming to get you." "'m so sorry, mel." "we never evegot to tell him about the baby." "i know." "if it's a bo i wanna name him dick." "okay." "yeah, that's definitely something we can-- we can talk about." "i was thinking maybe we should tell her about the baby." "yeah." "tha'd be some good news, right?" "stupid sam and his stupid urine all er the floor!" "you killed him!" "you killed dick!" "or maybe we'll wait." "yeah." "yeah." "all right, you know what, i'm gonna go to the undertakers." "i'm gonna take care of all the perwork." "thank you." "okay." "have you ever identified a bodyefore?" "it can be pretty unsettling." "no, i think i'm just supposed toign something." "no, no, no, body has to be i.d.'d." "are you squeamish around dd bodies?" "well, here's a secret." "i am too." ""so why'd you take this jo" you ask." "i didn't ask." "i don't know." "i was just hanging out with my cousin who's studying to be a chef." "now that seems like a f job, right?" "all those good smells in the kitchen." "mmm, delicious." "so is this him?" "yep. nope." "really?" "all right, well, guess we'll have to look at this one too." "ye it's gotta be this one here, hold on." "ahh!" "oh, god!" "wow. wow. wow." "sometimes you see things like that." "i'm really sorry." "that's nohim either." "come on, man." "um, i'm gonna have to answer that phone real quick." "i'll be right back, okay?" "i think that might be him." "why don't you check th one out?" "hello?" "no, no." "hey, man, so is that him?" "yeah, these are-- these are his glasses." "cool." "he loved these little birds." "he knew every one by the sound of its voice." "such sweet, sweet man." "it's done." "here's his-- i told the you'd call later wi all the funeral arrangements and everything." "your brother." "it's nearly midnight in nairobi." "we need to call him." "i can't bear another conversation." "you call david." "oh, go no, mom." "i don't think i can." "sam, would you?" "what?" "rely, that's not a good idea because he does not know me and i don't know him." "it would be very weird." "but yes." "of course." "david." "david clayton." "hi, this is sam briggs." "i am your sister mel's boyfriend." "mel." "melanie." "hi, i look forward to meeting you too." "what?" "this is a really bad connection." "so you know what, actually before we start chatting i have some very bad news about your father." "your father, yeah." "uh, well... he's passed on." "he's passed away." "no, he's dead." "no, no, no, he's dead!" "he's dead!" "your dad is dead!" "he died!" "he's dead!" "sam!" "what are you doing?" "he's on his cell phone." "it's really bad coverage." "will you go to town and get my mom some more valium?" "the pharmacy closes in, like, 15 minutes." "david, can you hear me?" "it's mel" "sheesh." "are you ok-- dick?" "dick?" "!" "you're alive!" "you're al-- you're alive!" "oh!" "angela." "angela, i got dick." "look what i found." "sam." "it's dick." "he's here." "take him back." "what?" "take my husband's body back to the undertaker." "oh, no, you don't understand." "take him back, you sick, sick, sick-- what's going on?" "mel!" "they're fine." "they actually kind of laughed about it." "it was a quiet laughter." "you kinda had to stand like this to hear it." "oh, come on." "no, not come on." "i'm actually starting to wonder if something's ong with me." "seriously, what happens to me when i get around these peop?" "you're nervous." "but the only thing that matters is that i love you." "and we're having a baby, and the three of us, we're gonna live happily ever after." "you know what, you're right." "i'm good." "i'm a good guy." "there we go." "and if that's not good enough for your dad, then too bad." "yeah, hmm." "i'm a little turned on right now." "you know what, i'm not even the one that should feel bad about this; he is." "yeah, absoluly." "wait, for slipping on your pee or getting hit by your car?" "for making me feel uncomfortable." "come on, we're gonna tell them about the baby." "let's hold on a second." "i will tell them right now, but wouldn't it be nice if you could do something, like, maybe something little that would ese whatappened today from their minds?" "yes, that's a great idea." "cleanse the palate." "let's do it." "what?" "um... oh." "thank you." "this is great." "i've got it, dick." "it's not-- -i said i've got it,dick." "okay, oh, jeez." "uh, whatever." "what am i gonna do, make the per go more out?" "what?" "yes!" "ah, what'd i do?" "yes!" "yes!" "what?" "!" "wt?" "!" "what?" "!" "are you kidding me?" "are you kidding me?" "are you kidding me?" "oh, please no." "please no." "please no." "lights are on, honey." "you're my hero."