MONROE:
(( Worrying what he's gotten himself into. ))
You can just call me Monroe. That's fine.
((Eyes car door and realizes the car's going much too fast for anyone to make a hasty retreat ))
Uhm.... I didn't do anything to him, I don't think. I think he did it all himself, mostly. 'Fraid so. But......
(( Blurts it out ))
I'm going to propose to Alma. I love her. He'll be sore as all hell when he hears, I'm sure..
(( Realizes what he just heard))
What? You're going to get Alma too ?!?
(( Stares, worries some more, then relaxes and gives in to fate or coincidence or life's utter strangeness and unpredictability))
Sure enough, Jack.... Mr. Twist, I mean. Alma's at the old apartment above the laundromat, do you know where that is? Ever been there?