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SPOILER/SUMMARY: Lenny and Laverne have a nice chat on the Californian
stoop
NOTES: I've been sitting on this one for a while now; it just wouldn't
quite formulate for me..
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"Hey Len."
"Hey, Vernie; yer home early."
"Yeah; turns out Spike's wanted in four counties."
"Wow! That's one less than Squig's pop!"
"I know...So, what're you doin' out here alone, Len?"
"Eh, Squig's out with Miss Northern Pushistan tonight. He said she had a sister for me."
"Why didn't ya go, then?"
"Cause it turned out her 'sister' was her brother. I can't blame Squig, though; he couldn't tell the difference, under all of that hair."
"That's nice."
"So, have ya heard anythin' from Shirl lately?"
"Actually, She and Walter got to Krakow yesterday; I've been meanin' to tell you that they actually found a few folks goin' by Kosnowski over there!"
"Nah! Yeah?"
"Yeah! She said that they're beet farmers...She bought some beets from them to keep from starvin. I dunno, Len; I wonder if she made a good choice goin' wit Walter. His practice ain't doin' good."
"He has a practice?"
"If ya count the four hookers he treated for chilblains...whateva those are..when they were in Paris on their Honeymoon; otherwise he's done nothin' since the Army let im out."
"That's just disgustin'. He said he'd take good care of Shirl and everythin'."
"Yeah...heh, I just had a funny mem'ry..."
"Wow...I wish I could rememba...what I did wit my wallet."
"It's right under your hand, Len."
"Oh..."
"I remember when...well, I thought I was pregnant...and ya said you'd take the dispatchers' test, just ta take care've me...and I know ya didn't want to spend yer life stuck at Shotz's. An' that...that means a lot ta me, Len. Old Man Shotz'd laugh if he could see us now, wouldn't he?"
"Yeah; a driva and a bottlecappa, in th' liver of Burbank; one big-time Hollywood agent and a...a..."
"Aerospace Technician."
"What ya said."
(Laughter and a long pause)
"You miss Milwaukee sometimes...don't ya, Len?"
(He pauses)
"Yeah..I miss th' snow...Rememba when we used ta get inta snowball fights?"
"Yeah, and Shirl an' I usedta cream you an' Squig!"
"Ya did not!"
"Did too!"
"Well, we gave ya a head start..."
"Len, duckin' behind the garbage cans and yellin' fer a truce ain't givin' no one a head start!"
"La-verne, I've took more snowballs in th' eye than any otha man eva. Gimmie a little bitta credit!"
(More laughter and then a sigh)
"Ya know somethin'?"
"Wah?"
"It's midnight on February 14th, and I ain't got no Valentine ta kiss."
"Don't that only matta on New Years Eve?"
"Len! It mattas; I ain't gonna have a Valentine when I wake up tomorrow, eitha."
"Howdya know that?"
"Len...Waitaminute, are ya askin' somethin'."
"Maybe."
"Lenny! Do ya want me ta be yer Valentine?"
"Yeah."
(Long pause)
"..That don't mean that I'm gonna try to get somethin' off of ya or..."
(She leans over and kisses him for a good, long minute. The embrace is broken suddenly by Laverne).
"I gotta get to bed; they want me in early fer work tomorrow.....ya didn't even bite yer plam when I said bed.."
"Happy Valentines Day, Laverne."
"Happy Valentines day, Len..."
(She slips into the apartment)
"...I think I love ya."