:47:00
Why can't Head write his own catalog?
:47:02
Because I've got to earn
that promotion.
:47:05
You've been doing his job for years.
You should be his--
:47:08
I'm sorry. I know this is really
stressing you out.
:47:11
I'm sure that it's going to be over
before you know it.
:47:14
Yeah, if I don't get caught
popping any Jelly stingers.
:47:17
Well, that's going to be tough!
:47:29
Oh, God. There he is.
:47:31
-That's him?
-Yes.
:47:36
What? Oh. Okay, I'll hold that.
:47:39
My--
:47:40
The quiet warmth
:47:42
Smoldering beneath the rituals
Of hope for familiarity
:47:47
A coursing underground river
:47:49
Pregnant with the chance currents
Of knowledge and love
:47:53
-What?
-That's my poem! I wrote that.
:47:56
I know.
:47:57
That is your poem. I love that poem.
:48:00
I found it crumpled up
behind the sports pages...
:48:03
...on the floor of David's bedroom.
:48:06
-shades of early Emily Dickinson.
-Who was great on Police Woman.
:48:10
Thank you. And thank you
for rescuing it from the floor.
:48:16
I think I better get going.
:48:19
I'll miss you, big guy,
so take good care.
:48:22
-How about a kiss?
-I'd love a kiss.
:48:24
I think she's talking to me.
I think I can handle it.
:48:27
so why don't you back up
an inch or two.
:48:30
Got it.
:48:32
Thank you. And, take care.
:48:34
Have a great trip, you guys.
:48:36
Oh, we will.
:48:37
Bye.
:48:44
What?
:48:46
some mindless nitwit
is parked behind me.
:48:49
Good. Then we can't go.
:48:51
No, I can get out.
:48:52
-Get in.
-I don't know how you'll get out.
:48:56
Try to wiggle out, you're going to get
a ding. But you know everything.