Mike Swale:
[drunkenly calling Bridget's answering machine]
You know I try, I really try to believe that you love me but you keep treating me like some kind of forage experiment. You talk about us living in New York... I mean really, come on how long until "Phhhtt.. where'd she go? Where'd she go"?
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