Built like a beanpole, curly hair, runs away like a little bitch on a sailboat,

- How's the remodel going? - A lot like this... a disaster.

- He's a good kid, Sandy. A smart kid. - He's too smart.

And this coming from a guy who is one click away from wearing a wig and a fake mustache.

Yeah, don't be a stranger.

It's just not right for a little girl to love a hairless pony.

And here I was, crazy to think that a simple appeal from a mother to a son might get some traction.

Oh, my God. It's a palace!

He's like a big, golden retriever.

I got a plane to catch.

It's just a checkup, you know?

and they couldn't find a heartbeat.

and now there isn't a baby.

- You've got a step up on your mom. - I've learned a lot this summer, Ryan.

Freaked out a little bit, pawned my boat for cash, took a Greyhound to Portland.

- You took a bus? - Yeah, but don't say it like that. It was a local.

Hey, Cal. Always a pleasure, although, if I may, why we meeting in a parking garage?

- Vibrating at a high frequency? - Lynn Grabhorn.

(You know? I think it's a sign.)

or they're building one hell of a case.