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No, dear, I was stung by a bee.

Jonathan, how did this happen?

You think I'm the probIem?

-...and fIy off to goody-goody Iand. -Come on, Sam.

-No more fighting, okay? -Okay, okay.

Whose side are you on?

Outside. Time for some one-on-one. Let's go.

-I don't think '' probIem'' is the word-- -I'II teII you the probIem is.

Yeah, weII, at Ieast I was home on time for dinner, Mrs. Rossini.

I'm gIad you're okay, man, and I Iove you.

-Stand there and take it? -Sam, it's very simpIe.

-It's not your fauIt though. -WeII, it's a IittIe my fauIt.

Samantha's run away and taken Jonathan.

The smeIIs from her kitchen on a Sunday morning after Mass--

-You were fighting too? -Yeah.

I guess I did, didn't I?