June:
I wanted to let you know that I'm coming to see you tomorrow.
Carl:
No, you're not to come here.
June:
Carl, come on, it's been 20 years, I want to be with you tomorrow, I want to remember the good things, not just how it ended.
Carl:
It's been 20 years, and he *will* rise again.
June:
Carl, I thought we were past this, it wasn't a scarecrow, probably a burglary gone wrong, I mean we really have to face the truth, we're not kids anymore.
Carl:
I am, and it's about time that you did too.
[bell dings, turns and looks]
Carl:
I knew you'd come back.
June:
Carl? Carl, I'm coming tomorrow, I don't care what you say. I want to be with you, I want to hang out with you.
Carl:
No, it's not safe for you here, I've got to go.
[hangs up]
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