Jimmy:
I saw him last week at Joe Allen's. He look thin, drawn tired...
Georgia:
You're lying!
Jimmy:
Alright he looked gorgeous. Who cares? the man can't write his name. I've got to go.
Georgia:
Was he alone?
Jimmy:
He was at a big table I don't know who was with who.
Georgia:
she was that pretty, huh?
Jimmy:
What am I, a police reporter? She was a female Caucasian that's the best I can do. I've got to pick up that script, I'll call you later.
Georgia:
I love you. Why don't we smarten up and marry each other?
Jimmy:
Because you're an alcoholic and I'm gay. We'd have trouble getting our kids into a good school.
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