The
Diner of Love
3503 Angel Square Court
Llanview, PA
"Nothin' Could Be Finer Than Some
Lovin' In the Diner"
"There ain't no lovin' like some diner lovin', hey ho"
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"Nothin' Could Be Finer Than Some
Lovin' In the Diner" |
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MARCAL SCENES PAGE 39
Scene 44 An Immeasurable Loss
& New Hope
January 5, 2004
Marcie: So somebody sends Greg out to make sure that his car didn't get towed. Greg: Then Michael McBain suddenly shows up and puts the moves on her. Ron: Somebody needs to set this McBain straight. Marcie: No, I already did. Greg: He's out of line. Just stay away from him. Marcie: If I can. Al: Luna. Luna, this is not working out, okay? I kissed Marcie, and she kissed me back. I felt it. I know I did. But she still thinks that I'm that jerk Michael McBain. So does my Mom. Where is she, anyway? *** Rex: What are you tripping on me again for? Jen: You can't count on me. That's why Joe left me for London. It's why Cristian left me for Natalie. They all leave. They never stay. Rex: Well, I'm not going anywhere. Jen: Well, you're a bigger loser than I am, then. *** Marcie: You know, I just wish that Rex would just leave Jen alone. Ron: You know what? I'm going to take care of this. *** Rex: Jen, where's this coming from? Ron: Is there a problem here, man? Rex: Yeah, you, Skippy. Come on, Jen. Jen: No, leave me alone. Ron: You heard the lady, right? You okay? Jen: I am now. How can I thank you? Ron: You don't have to. That's okay. Rex: Putting the moves on him really worked. Jen: Shut up. *** Marcie: So, what was Rex doing to you this time? Jen: Well, the usual. But everything's okay now, thanks to you. Ron: Look, Jen, you're my sister's friend, but you want to play games, just leave me out of it, okay? Greg: Uh -- either of you two want another drink? Marcie: No, nothing for me, thanks. Jen: Great. Now your brother hates me, too. Marcie: No. No, he doesn't, Jen. He's just -- Ron is just a real straight shooter. Jen: Like Joe. Marcie: Yeah. Actually, Ron’s a lot like Joe. *** Al: What am I doing here? Nora: Hey, I know you, right? You're John McBain's brother. You're a doctor, right? Al: Yeah. Nora: Okay, come on. We need you. Al: Okay. Bo: Honey, breathe. Al: What's going on? Who is it? *** Al: Okay. Al: Oh. Come on. Come on; breathe. Come on. You can do this. You can do this. Don't die on me. Don't die on me, all right? You breathe. Breathe! Al: Breathe! Bo: MacIver did this. John: Yeah, it's McBain. Make sure the locals have this place sealed. Nobody in or out. Do you understand? [Sirens approach] Al: Oh -- come on! *** Jen: I'm going home. See you guys. Ron: Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. You're not leaving by yourself, not with that psycho out there. He already tried to get at you once. Marcie: Yeah, Ron is right. I can't even believe that you don't have police protection. Jen: Well, they offered it. I said no. Ron: Whoa, whoa. What, are you trying to get yourself killed? Jen: Ooh, you care? Marcie: Oh, come on, Jen. We're all worried about you. Ron: Jen, if you're going home, I'm making sure you get there safe, okay? And, you -- don't let my sister out of your sight. You got that? Greg: Not a chance. Ron: All right. Come on, let's go. Rex: Jen, hey! You're not leaving yet, are you? Jen: I'm tired. Ron's taking me home. Rex: Oh. Oh, I get it. Listen; don't get too lathered up. She's a real love 'em and leave 'em kind of lady. Ron: All right, listen up, tough guy. All right, you want to trash-talk her, I'll slap that silly grin right off your face. You got that? Yeah, thought so. Come on; let's get out of here. Rex: Slap me – **** Greg: Anytime you want to get out of here, Marcie, you just say the word, okay? Marcie: Well, do you want to leave? Greg: Not if you don’t. Marcie: No, I'm having a good time. Greg: It's been a great night except for Michael McBain. **** Marcie: Yeah. I don't know why he keeps on bothering me. Most of the time, it's kind of like I can't stand him. But then other times, he's just nice and sweet and sensitive. But then he just turns into a total jerk. Greg: Oh. Marcie: Why am I even talking about this? Greg: I don't know. Marcie: I don't know, either. But wherever he is and whatever he is doing, who cares, right? *** John: I want a room-to-room search. You find MacIver. You understand me? Al: Come on. Come on, breathe. Come on, breathe. Don't die. Don’t die. Come on; breathe. Breathe! Al: It's too late. She's gone, Bo. Bo: No. No. No. No. Oh, no. No. [Al cries] Al: Why? Why did you have to take her, huh? Why did you have to take her? Take me! Don't take my mom. Take me. Please? *** Bo: She'd been through so much. Everything was just getting better. Better and better, finally. We were going to get married. Nora: She was really happy tonight. Bo: She was. Do you know what my new year's resolution is going to be? Gabrielle: No. Bo: I am not going to stop looking at you until next New Year’s. Gabrielle: Oh, Bo, what did I ever do to deserve you? [Gabrielle chuckles] Gabrielle: You know, Commissioner, you look mighty handsome yourself. Bo: Hmm. Gabrielle: And I have another question -- what was I ever thinking when I thought I could live without you? Bo: I don't have a clue. [Gabrielle giggles] Gabrielle: I couldn't do it, not without that smile. Nora: Bo, I think we need to let your people do their job. Bo: I'm going to find that bastard. And when I do -- Bo: Did you find MacIver yet? John: Not yet. If he's here, we'll find him, Bo. Bo: I'm going to look for that son of a bitch myself. Nora: Someone's got to have seen him. *** John: I thought doctors were used to this kind of thing. Al: Some doctors, maybe. John: Anytime anyone's murdered, it's bad, I know. Al: This woman wasn't just anyone, John. She -- she was somebody's mother. John: You did your best, bro. ****
January 6, 2004
Luna: I'm sorry, Darling. I -- Al: Bring her back, Luna. Luna: Honey, I can't. Al: She doesn't deserve this, okay? She deserves another chance. Luna: Darling, I wish I could. I do -- Al: Well, you did it for me. Luna: That was altogether different, Honey. Al: My mother loved somebody, too. Luna: I'm -- I’m sorry. Al: Okay. Well, then, switch us. Luna: What? Al: Send me in her place, okay? Wherever you were going to stick her -- up there or down there -- you stick me, okay? Because I will die all over again if it means I can save my mother's life. ***
Luna: Look, do you trust me? I can help you, but you got to trust me. Al: What do you want me to do? Luna: Just close your eyes, okay? Just close your eyes. Just do it. There you go, that's good, okay. Now I need you to help me. I need you to just let me help you understand, okay? Just close your eyes. Gabrielle: Let me help you understand. Al: I'm -- I'm here again? Gabrielle: That's right, so I can help you. You seem to need a lot of that. Al: Yeah. I guess you're right. Gabrielle: You've seen things that most people never see. You've seen your own death, your own future. You know there's no reason to be afraid. You know that your mom's in a place where she'll find the peace she's always been looking for. So there's no time for anger and grief that most people do. You just have to trust me, Al. Now close your eyes. [Al sighs] Luna: How'd it go? Al: I understand. Luna: Good, Darling. Your mom's gone on to her destiny. Honey, yours is here. Al: Marcie. Luna: Yeah. Al: Man. This is really hard. *** Marcie: What are you doing here? Al: The commissioner wanted to talk to me. I was trying to resuscitate his fiancee. Marcie: He's in his office. Al: I know that you were close to her. Marcie: Yeah. We shared a lot when her son died. I feel really bad for the commissioner. I -- I don't know how you get through it. Al: You find a lifeline and you reach for it with everything you got. Marcie: Yeah, a lifeline? Al: Somebody who cares about you. Somebody like me. *** Marcie: Look, I am -- ahem -- I really appreciate the offer. It's very kind of you, but I'm okay. Al: Oh, I know that you're okay. You've been through a lot, and you've learned from it. Marcie: Hmm. I don't think I've learned much, except that life really is not fair. Al: Well, at least you accept that. Acceptance is probably one of the hardest things to learn. Marcie: Yeah, it just feels like helplessness. Al: No, not if you remember people the way they should be remembered. You see, then the best part of them is always with you. It's like they're never really gone. Marcie: I don't think I can do that. Al: Sure you can. Marcie: I'm sorry. Al: You don't give yourself enough credit, Marcie. The people that you've lost -- wherever they are -- they remember you. They remember how happy you made them. Marcie: Where is all this coming from? Al: I've lost people, too. *** Marcie: Thanks for talking to me. It kind of helped. Al: Would you be interested in having dinner with me tonight? Marcie: Oh, well, I've already made plans. Al: You don't think you'd maybe want to reconsider? Marcie: I don't think so? Al: Am I getting just a little hesitation there? I think I am. Marcie: Maybe. Bo: Dr. McBain? Dr. McBain? Thanks for coming in. Ron: Hey, Sis. Marcie: Oh -- Ron: Happy New Year. Marcie: Oh, don't tell me that they're bringing you in for questioning, too? Ron: No, no, no, no, no. I just came by to see how you're doing. Marcie: Oh, okay. I'm doing fine, I'm doing fine. Ron: I'm not so sure about that. But, hey, I know you. You're a lot tougher than you think. Listen, I want you to do me a favor. Wait for me to pick you up after work today, okay? Don't go home alone, got it? Marcie: Actually, Greg is taking me out to dinner. Ron: Really? Marcie: Yeah. He's going to pick me up here, and then he'll take me home. Ron: Okay. Marcie: Yeah. Ron: That's good. Then I can check out this place that just got listed this morning. Marcie: What's wrong with your apartment? Ron: Well, it's not the apartment. It's Roxy. She doesn't even live across the hall from me anymore -- she moved in with Natalie -- but she still keeps hanging out all over me all the time. She comes by without knocking. The other day, she walked in on me when I was in the shower. [Marcie laughs] Ron: It's not funny, Marcie. Marcie: Yes, it is. Ron: No! You think that's funny? Marcie: Yes. I think you got her all hot and bothered. Ron: Yeah, yeah, she's hot, and I'm bothered. I -- I'm telling you, I just -- I just can't take it anymore. It's not funny! *** Bo: So there's nothing else that you can tell me? Al: I'm sorry. I know how much this meant to you. Bo: Well, I appreciate you trying to help, and I also appreciate everything that you tried to do for Gabrielle. Al: I wish I could've done more. I'm -- I'm sorry. She was a very special woman. Bo: Yeah, she was. *** Ron: It's not exactly an apartment. It's a suite at the Angel Square Hotel, three rooms. Marcie: You're going to live in a hotel suite? Ron: Yeah, yeah, it's kind of cool, right? Marcie: Well, can you afford it? Ron: Well, it's not the Ritz. I will need a roommate. Marcie: Hmm. Ron: Don't know where I'm going to find one. *** Al: Hey, Ron. Ron: Hey. Al: I overheard you and Marcie talking -- you need a roommate? Listen, I am dying to get out of hospital residence hall. Ron: What are you trying to say? Al: Well, you need somebody to help you pay the rent. I will cut you a check right now. Listen, residents make the best roommates because we're never home. Ron: Look, I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I know I probably owe you for saving my life. Al: Ah, you don't owe me anything, man. Ron: No, but I'm just -- I'm just not sure if it's a good idea. Al: Oh. Well, listen, you know, if you were going to have company, and things got a little uncomfortable, give me the nod, I'll hit the bricks. Ron: You know what? I'll think about it. How's that? Al: Yeah, yeah, okay. Think about it. Ron: All right. Al: Right on. Ron: Okay. Marcie: Are you out of your mind? ***
January 8, 2004
Singer: Don't ask me to love you [Knock on door] John: Yeah? Al: Hey, John, it's me, Mike! Singer: If you had your way now you say you'll never let me get away John: Michael, everything okay? Al: Yeah. I got good news, big bro. I'm moving in. Singer: Don't ask me to love you \ **** [Knock on door] Marcie: Who is it? Jen: It's Jen. Marcie: Oh, Jen, I'm sorry. Gosh, I've just been so security-minded. Jen -- Jen, what is it? What's wrong? Come on. Come on. Just sit down, it's all right. It's going to be okay. Tell me what happened. Jen: Joe. He sent this back. *** Marcie: He just sent the ring back? Jen: With a letter. Marcie: "I know why we rushed into marriage. It felt right at the time, but it was impulsive. We both need to be free to understand why we -- it was a mistake for both of us. What I wish for is that you learn what you've -- who you really are and what you want from your life. I'll be doing the same." Jen: How could he say it was a mistake? Marcie: I thought that you agreed with that, Jen. Jen: No, I love Joe! He's everything I've ever wanted in life. Marcie: Jen – *** [Music plays] John: You're moving in? Al: Don't worry, John. I'm not moving into your room, I'm just moving into the hotel. John: Oh. Well, wouldn't The Palace maybe be more your style? Al: Um -- have you ever seen a resident's paycheck, John? Now, that's something that the F.B.I. should be looking into. It's slave labor, buddy, I'm telling you. Anyway, Ronnie Walsh -- he's got a suite here, so I thought, you know, the two of us could split the expenses. John: Ron Walsh? Al: Yeah. John: Wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that he's Marcie’s brother? Al: No. Well -- John: "Well," what? Al: Well, she won't give me the time of day, man. John: Why could that be? Al: Uh -- I don't know. Maybe it's my uncanny ability to say the exactly wrong thing at exactly the right time. John: Hard to believe. Oh. My God. Michael? Michael? Al: Hmm? Oh. Man. You know, sometimes life just doesn't turn out the way you thought it would. John: And, what, somehow this is news to you? Like some kid unloading his gun into Dad? Or some surgeon being so wasted he lets the old man die on an operating table? Al: I got to make it right. I got to connect with Marcie, you know? But I don't know how. John: Well, maybe you want to, you know, ease up on the stalking technique. Al: Okay. Yeah, I know, okay? I screwed up. I keep screwing up. It's just that I can't stand the thought of her being alone right now, you know? Not with that guy out there. John: Yeah. Me, too. Al: I mean, you guys know that it's this MacIver guy, right? So it's only a matter of time before you pick him up. John: Just a matter of time. Al: It's so bizarre. John: What's that? Al: Well, this guy's a doctor, right? I mean, he's trained to save lives. He knows how hard that is. In every crisis situation, you are this close to losing your patient. So how does a guy who's trained to save lives end up taking them? John: That's a good question, Michael. *********************************************** Marcie: Listen, I know how much you love Joe. But I want you to take a moment and I want you to think about how it was. Jen: I know how it was. He was always busy with his church business and not with me. Marcie: No, but you were always running off and talking to Rex. Jen: Because he had time for me, he paid attention to me. You know, he wasn't off with 8,000 parishioners instead of me. Marcie: You know, Jen, Joe wasn't saying that. Look, he was saying that that was part of the problem -- Jen: But the bottom line is you think it's my fault, right? Marcie: No, no, I am not saying that! Jen: You're thinking it! You're thinking Joe was this perfect saint and I'm just another loser! Marcie: I am not saying that or thinking that. It is complicated -- Jen: You're supposed to be my friend! Marcie: I am your friend! Jen -- Jen: You're just like everybody else. Marcie: I am not -- Jen, just listen to me! Will you stop and talk? Come on, Jen! You're being ridiculous. Will you just wait up? Jen! *********************************************** John: To the McBain brothers living under the same roof again. Al: To the roof. John: Who knows? Maybe this time we'll actually get to know each other. Al: Stranger stuff has happened. John: Yeah. [Knock on door] John: Yeah? Ron: Uh -- Agent McBain? It's Ronnie Walsh. I'm looking for your brother. Al: Oh, it's Ron. John: No -- shhhh. I don't want him seeing the wall, okay? Al: All right. John: All right. Hey, Ron. Ron: Hey. John: He's -- he's all yours. Ron: Good. We were about to move some furniture when he disappeared on me. John: Oh, he disappeared? Well, that's -- that's an old trick of his. Ron: Oh, really? Al: You want a beer, Ron? Ron: No, no, I want to move some furniture. You coming or what? Al: Yeah, I'm coming, all right. Ron: So, look, tell me, is this a pattern with you -- you get soft when there's, you know, hard work to do? You bail out? Al: No, no, I'm good. John: You drink your beer, too. Al: I do windows and everything. Come on. John: Hey, don't be a stranger, Michael. Al: Later on, bro. Ron: Let's go, let's go. [Phone rings] [Ring] John: Yeah, what is it, Vega? Antonio: Get down to Lindsay Rappaport’s gallery -- 14 Memorial Street. MacIver’s here. He's got the girls. John: Antonio, listen to me, do not do anything till I get there with backup, okay? I am on my way. *********************************************** Rex: I was just thinking about you. Jen: Really? Here I am. You going to pour me something? Rex: I mean it, Jen. I was worried about you. You went nuts on me on New Year’s. Jen: You call that nuts? You ain't seen nothing yet. Rex: Jen, you're going through a rough time. Let me help. Jen: The only way you want to help me is to get me into your bed. You really want to help? Take my makeup exams from history. Rex: Trust me, that wouldn't be helpful. Jen: Better than not showing up. Rex: What, you mean the exams right now? Jen: Oh, don't tell me that it's so important that I get a proper education. Rex: No, never. I dropped out and I'm doing fine. What do I care? But -- well, your mom and dad were so into you getting a -- Jen: My dad's dead, and my mom has problems of her own, so no one's going to cry when I flunk out. Anyway, I'm nothing but a party girl. That's what you said, right? Rex: I say a lot of things. Look, nobody loves your wild side more than I do, but you're freaking me out a little. Man: Hey, Rex? Big Rex. Your friend Karen -- is she around? Rex: Karen Reeder? Man: Yeah. The entertainment for my cousin's bachelor party got herself arrested. I need Karen. Jen: I'm just guessing, but you're not really up on the local news, are you? Man: What? Rex: The Music Box Killer. Karen was one of his victims. Man: Nah. Really? Karen's -- Jen: Yep. She got herself killed, and I had a ringside seat. Lucky me. Only I wasn't exactly conscious at the time. Man: Are you a friend of hers? Jen: We partied. Man: Right. Oh. So how about you? Jen: What about me? Man: Well, you look like maybe you could use some work -- a little sexy dancing, a bunch of easy money. *** Roxy: Nigel! Nigel. Hello, gorgeous. Hey, Nigel. Nigel! Nigel: Roxanne, what is it? Roxy: What happened to you? You get mugged by a farmer? Nigel: Farmer? I'm a plumber. I'm plumbing. Roxy: You plumb? Nigel: Well, I'm learning. Oh, this place needs more improvements than Mr. Buchanan at his worst. I don't even know when I'll get to the renovations. Roxy: Why would you change this place? Nigel: Well, it's so drab. I see it reborn with an understated elegance. A grand hotel -- Roxy: Hey, hey, wait a minute. Are you crazy? This place is so hip, it's so retro, it's so art demo, man. Nigel: Art deco. M ah, and the first thing to go is that thing. I'm sure it has fleas. Roxy: This thing? I love this thing, so de-fleece it. Hey. Ron: Hey. Roxy: What do you guys think of this lobby? Ron: I think it's great. Roxy: Right. And Morris? Ron: That's his name? Roxy: Yeah, he reminds me of an ex-boyfriend of mine -- really bad underbite, really great kisser. Al: Well, he's a great concierge, if it's actually a he. Ron: Yeah, that's -- that's a good point. But I got to tell you, Morris is how I knew this place was definitely for me. Al: Yeah, it's got great ambiance. Roxy: See, Nigel? This place is perfect just the way it is. Ron: Yeah. I mean, come on. This town already has The Palace, right? Why do that again? Nigel: But I'm so -- Roxy: Nigel, just shut up. All you got to do is, you know, clean it, dust it -- you know, fluff it, buff it, puff it? You know, that's all you have to do. Ron: Definitely. No redecorating. Keep the place just like it is -- no changes. Roxy: See? The people have spoken. *********************************************** Al: Hey. Have you seen my brother? Roxy: Uh-uh. Nigel: I'm afraid I was otherwise engaged, for all the good I did. Ron: I saw him, but he cut out of here like a bat out of hell. Al: Really? Maybe they got a new lead on the killer. Roxy: Maybe there was another victim. Ron: Nigel, what are you doing there with that faucet and hammer? What are you doing there? Nigel: I am afraid this little gizmo and I had something of a difference of opinion. Ron: All right -- here, give it up. I'll take a look at that for you. Nigel: Oh, you're a saint. Ron: I'll let you know how it goes. Al: Hey, Ronnie -- I'm going to take off, all right? I got something to take care of. Ron: All right, I'll see you later. Roxy: Oh, with that face and body, he could just about fix anything. And that Michael McBain -- he's a hottie, too. You know, this place is turning into testosterone central, so I think we should give it a new name. What do you think? Nigel: Absolutely not. *********************************************** Jen: How much money are we talking? Rex: Jen, I don't know if this is such a good -- Jen: Hey, I'm not talking to you. What kind of money? Man: 800. Okay, okay, what'd you have in mind? Jen: More. Man: Hmm. 875. Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait. 1,000. Jen: Upfront. Man: Darling, you'd better be worth this. Jen: A bargain at twice the price. Rex: Jen, this really is not a good plan. Jen: Why? Just because you only want me to dance for you? Money upfront. Man: I look forward to seeing the rest of you later. Bring your own music, and there will be about 20 of us. ***
Marcie: Jen, what are you doing? Jen: I'm just trying to earn some money. Marcie: Stripping for perverts? Man: Oh, who are you, her agent? Marcie: Who are you? You know what, I already who you are. You're a suit. Man: Excuse me? Marcie: Well, you dress in $2,000 suits, and you think that you can buy and sell anything that you want. Man: This is between the young lady and me. Marcie: Well, you can't because she is my friend. Why didn't you stop this, Rex? Rex: Oh, hey, don't blame me if Jen wants -- Marcie: Do you think he really cares about you? Rex: How would you know, Marcie? Marcie: Because you treat her like dirt, Rex! Man: Okay, loudmouth, if we don't have a deal, I want my money back. Marcie: Oh, you want your money back? All right, start stripping. Rex: Oh! Man: It's my money. Marcie: Well, it's in my hand. Man: Give it to me. Marcie: I think that the cops are going to want to know why you gave Jen all this money, is what I think. Rex: Okay, you know what? I really don't think you want to make a mistake here, okay, buddy? All right? Marcie: Take the stupid money. Rex: Oh -- Jen: You didn't have to go off like that, Marcie. Marcie: Somebody had to. Jen, what were you thinking? Jen: I wasn't, okay? It's no big deal. Marcie: Yes, it is. You were about to make a huge mistake, and I am not going to stand here and let my friend make that kind of a mistake. Jen: How can you even stand to be friends with me, anyway? Marcie: Because we are friends. That's what friends do, they stick together. Even if you say something stupid? Jen: You didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry. I didn't want to do that. I just -- God, I just do everything wrong. Marcie: No, you don’t. You really don’t. Jen: Don't start crying because I'm going to start crying. You're so great. Thank you. Marcie: For butting in? Jen: And for everything else. Marcie: Jen – *********************************************** [Marcie laughs] Jen: It seemed like you were about to explode. Marcie: Oh, my God, I couldn't help it. He just got me so angry. That creep -- he just made me so mad. Jen: Marcie, thank you so much. I don't know what I was thinking. I don't even know what I'm doing half the time. I don't even know who I am anymore. Marcie: Listen, I know who you are, and you're not someone that needs to strip for money or go dancing in one of those clubs, you know? I'm serious about this. Jen, you could've went off with someone who could've been the Music Box Killer. Jen: God, my mom was so freaked out that they would just let Troy walk out of prison like that. [Noise] Jen: Wait -- are you crazy? Marcie: Who's out there? Al: Uh -- I'm sorry, it's me. Marcie: Well, what are you doing? Al: Um -- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Marcie: Are you going camping? Al: Sort of. Listen, I know that you think that I'm, like, a crazy stalker or something, but I just wanted to make sure you were all right. You know, I didn't even want you to know. I just wanted to make sure you weren't all alone -- you know, not with everything that's going on. Marcie: Were you going to sleep out here? Al: Well, yeah. I still am. Marcie: No, no, no, no. No, I am fine. I am okay. I have company. Al: Oh. So I guess you don't need me. Marcie: Nope. Al: All right. Well, see you. Marcie: Bye. What is the matter with him? God, he's such a creep! My God, sometimes he's just -- he's such a jerk, and then other times he winds up doing something that's just sweet and protective. Jen: Yeah, sleeping outside your door -- that is sweet and protective. And weird. Marcie: Oh, yeah. But it's something Al would've done.
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