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her best friend . . .
Well, Sue, honey, that's wonderful. Phil,
huh? When's the date? Yeah, I can't
wait to meet him. Triple bypass means he's good for another twenty years at least. Just
jokin'. I couldn't be happier. Anyway,
what do you care about that jewelry. He's probably got plenty more stashed in
a safe deposit somewhere.
. . . . .
Listen, Susie, if you'd been married to Fred . . . Love was not what Fred and
I had. . . . Oh yeah, he was good in bed. For a while. The only good thing about Fred was that he gave me Charlie. Fred
was always trying and then saying "I'm sorry, babe." He never figured out that
all I needed was for him to be a man, just be there, when I needed him.
. . . . .
Of course I’m dating.
I’ve told you all about them. But you know these surgeons. .
. No, that was the heart guy. He was such a loser. Came on like gangbusters, but then in bed, what a wet noodle.. . Well,
now it's Whatsisface, you remember, the tall one, getting divorced. . . . Okay, okay. Next time he asks me, I'll say yes. Only this time I’ll make it something with dinner before we play
doctor in the recovery room. (Laughs). OK,
then, a double date.
the mother of her son's prospective fiancee . . .
Charlie's my only child, my son. .
. . A mother couldn't ask for a better.
And he's a fine man.
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