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The way I figure it is, his boss is your Howard Hughes type.
Right.
-I'm not gonna forget that. -Okay, David, sorry.
She certainly was one keen polystyrene dream though.
...I'm good, but sometimes God comes along...
Of course, Agnes.
I know.
Use her body for spare parts.
I want that scalpel out of this man's hands.
Miss Hayes, can we speak frankly?
Being there for that special someone.
We talked to Mr. Hunziger. He asked us to come.
But progress is not without its downside, Miss DiPesto.
...gifted in this field was unable to repair his own mistakes.
Let me tell you about love, Kooky.
Right. And whose problem is that?
Is this guy a specimen or what?
As vile and low as you are, that man is viler and much lower.
Kooky? I already tried. Cat's got his tongue.
After all he's been through, it seems so cruel.
Men?
My case is now totally solid.
-Neither are you. -l rest my case.
Yes, David.
Miss Hayes, please, your pity only adds to my burden.
There are two things in this world that man can't get enough of:
We can make it look like someone was after pills or syringes.
Agnes, see if Kooky here wants cream and sugar in his formaldehyde.
But the potential benefits...
I think not.
He took a number.
She was put on Earth for one thing: his personal amusement.
Think we got him?
You'd be surprised how many guys come in here feeling a little awkward...
But I'd love to hear your version of it.
Some things are more important than pantyhose.
Oops! My Bad. Sorry.
-Why'd you do that? -I don't think this is our case.
He puts his trademark where her bellybutton ought to be.
David, it's all right, it's fine.
Please, show our guests into the parlour.