|Me and Hal. Grading the driveway.|
"You're livin' here free. Show some respect."
"Kady! You look like crap!"
"This isn't a wedding. This is a sham."
"Your loneliness. Your perverted language on TV."
"It's the crawling on your belly and the sand and the shards on your crutch that ruins the 'biance of it."
(after I told him how romantic I thought it was that he had a wine cellar under the house.)
(oh, and: crutch = crotch)
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