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MR. TURNER
Im from Britain.
MRS. HARTIGAN
Fascinating. What did you do there?
MR. TURNER
Im a retired ornithologist.
MRS. HARTIGAN
Really?
MR. TURNER
No. But I do love looking at
beautiful birds
(winks)
Looks like I found one.
She blushes. Putty in his hands.
MRS. HARTIGAN
A lot of times I cant understand a
thing you people say, but your
accents very clear.
MR. TURNER
Although its my second language, I
picked English up pretty quickly.
MRS. HARTIGAN
Whats your first language?
MR. TURNER
Well, uh... British, you know.
Mrs. Hartigan appears confused. Even for an old person.
MRS. HARTIGAN
Where are you from again?
MR. TURNER
Uh. British Columbia.
MRS. HARTIGAN
Thats a Canadian province! Youre
not British at all are you?
MR. TURNER
(drops the accent)
Im from Illinois. Your orderly
sent me a text saying if I faked a
British accent - Id win for sure.
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Leaning across the table the two embrace. Long lost love,
reunited again. Everyone claps. Well, the Emcee and the one
Orderly paying attention do anyway.
FEMALE ORDERLY
(rushing over)
Hersh? Ive been looking for you
everywhere!
MRS. HARTIGAN
This is Harold! My husband! He
forgot his name in the war. I never
thought Id see him again!!
FEMALE ORDERLY
War? Hershel Watkins aint been in
no war. Hes as yellow as his
bedsheets.
MRS. HARTIGAN
No, no, no! Thats my husband!!
FEMALE ORDERLY
Sorry hon. Fraid so. He fell out of
a damned tree like a damned coconut
and cracked his head.
MRS. HARTIGAN
Why was he in a tree?
FEMALE ORDERLY
I dont know. Probably masturbating. Its all any of them do.
Bunch of perverts if you ask me.
Escorted briskly away, Hershel begins rubbing his thighs.
FEMALE ORDERLY (CONTD)
Keep your pants on, Tiger. Youre
almost home.
Mrs. Hartigan, wistful, is at a complete loss.
(as if
isnt
And thats
Nursing...
End.
EMCEE
to a camera that
there)
it for this round of...
Home... Speed Dating!!