:56:00
How's your arm?
:56:02
I'll pull through, I think.
:56:04
Thank God.
:56:07
I'm miserable, Jones.
:56:09
That must hurt pretty bad.
:56:11
No. I'm so bored.
:56:13
Right. Maybe you should
get a record player.
:56:17
Shut up.
:56:19
You know what I want?
:56:21
I want you to write me a letter.
:56:24
A letter?
:56:25
Yeah, like the ones you write
to your girlfriends.
:56:28
But just a "letter" letter,
not a love letter.
:56:31
I don't have any girlfriends.
:56:33
-I write them to someone else.
-Well, I'm someone else.
:56:37
-Write one to me.
-No, I mean.... I don't send them.
:56:42
It's complicated.
:56:44
Jones, I'm in the hospital,
for chrissake.
:56:47
I think I deserve at least a letter.
:56:51
I knew that something like
this was gonna happen to you.
:56:55
No, Blanche, really, I'm fine.
I'm going to pull through.
:56:58
You see, Jones,
this is what happens.
:57:01
I tell you things,
and you don't listen.
:57:03
You don't ever listen to me,
do you?
:57:05
Well, you don't ever tell me
what I want to hear.
:57:08
Don't you start. This is about you,
Jones. This is about reality.
:57:13
I'm gonna have to hang up.
I've got breakfast coming.
:57:15
There's a place that delivers
bagels and belly dancers.
:57:18
-It's fantastic.
-Are you drunk, Jones?
:57:21
What are you talking about?
:57:22
-Here she is.
-Jones?
:57:27
You can set that down anywhere.