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Daniel:
GUY RAPHAELSON:
**I'm Guy Raphaelson, and I'm afraid I'm not quite able to respond to people as I once had. I have always had some mental and concentration difficulties, but over the past few days...... well, things have changed a bit. In order to keep from losing my sanity in the darkness I-I-I found myself repeating various marketing strategies and financing formulae over and over again in my head... That was good, because it kept those other disorganized aspects of myself from gaining hold, but now they won't stop. At this very moment I am calculating the variable interest rate of a 20-year mortgage. And I -**
((Guy stops momentarily as the Phantom accidentally drops a plate of fruit slices and caramel dipping sauce on the floor.))
**Thirty-eight and four ounces.**
((Guy shakes his head.))
**I'm sorry.... where was I again... mortgages?**
((Guy shakes his head as if muddled and looks down at the ground.))
Daniel:
THE PHANTOM OF THE FILM:
**How silly of me, ladies. I seem to have already ruined our little feast.... I will order some more. This time, perhaps I can handle the plate without these satin opera gloves. Why did I decide to wear opera gloves to a film, I haven't quite figured that out.**
((The Phantom removes his stark white gloves revealing the badly scarred flesh beneath.))
**Oh, try not to think of that. There are worse things in this world... Speaking of which.... Guy, you really must eat something.**
coffeecat33:
Jack
'Bye Lureen! Here's a little kiss for you afore I go.
coffeecat33:
Jack
I have to drive up to Wyomin' because I doubt his ol' truck would make it down to Texas.
coffeecat33:
Jack
((Heads north to Wyomin'))
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