One More Time Page #8

Take the money.

Wow, Jude was right.

You really are a cold-hearted

little c*nt, aren't you?

Do we have a deal, or not?

He hurt me.

He hurt me really bad.

I know.

He does that to everyone.

I'm leaving my wife.

No bullshit this time.

No.

I don't want you to.

I'm done.

You're not thinking straight.

Things will look different

to you in a day or two.

They always do.

You don't think I'll do it.

Don't put words in my mouth.

I'm not saying

anything of the kind.

I'm saying I want you to stay.

Please.

Sorry.

Leaving's the right thing to do.

And we both know it.

Since when is that a concern?

All right.

How about this?

How about I've made enough

stupid decisions for awhile,

and I'm gonna try and see how

smart ones work out for me?

Well, as your

therapist I'd say good for you,

but as your lover, it's the

last thing I want to hear.

Thanks for the advice, doc.

Hello?

Corinne Lombard Sanderson,

this is Jude Lipman.

What do you need, Jude?

Why do I have to need something?

I often ask myself that.

Wait, where are you?

I'm in your house.

Har har.

I wanted to, um, tell you,

you, um... you did a good job.

With Lucifer.

Thank you.

I heard Tim took you

to an open mic night.

Uh, yeah.

It was nice.

Yeah, Tim's a... a nice guy.

I, um... I also wanted to,

um, tell you something else.

I am, uh... I'm leaving.

Town.

Oh.

Where to?

California.

Uh, hey.

What's going on?

Uh, Jude's moving to California.

Mm.

Yeah, I figured it was,

uh, about time for me

to leave my parents' basement.

Metaphorically speaking.

So, no offense, but is

this you leaving the nest,

or just running away

from your problems?

Metaphorically speaking.

I don't know.

Compliment received, by the way.

I did say no offense.

So when are you going?

Uh, this afternoon.

I just wanted to

come by and say bye.

Well, um...

I'm taking this.

Hey, Jude?

Yeah?

Take care of yourself, ok?

You too, Corinne.

Later, Tim.

Hey.

Wikipedia?

You set to go?

Where to?

La?

Frisco?

Don't call it Frisco.

They hate that.

I don't know.

I guess I'll decide

when I get to Arizona.

I wish I was better.

I'll give you a mulligan.

You know I love

you, no matter what.

I know that you know that.

Yeah.

Strangely enough, I do.

Well, wear your

seatbelt. Call me.

Collect.

No one calls collect

anymore, Paul.

Q103, the rock of salvation!

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