Martin & Harriet - Insurance Purposes
Martin, do you remember
that extra insurance policy you bought about fifteen years ago?
It was some new thing that horrid nephew of yours was selling,
the little leech.
Go easy on him Harriet.
I donít think he was ever all there.
My sister was quite a stupid girl in her youth.
Wouldnít surprise me if she bequeathed him a half-set of common
Youíre right, but he
was infuriating. Iím glad
I never have to see your people again. Do you remember that awful
little girl, Diane? She
could not keep her hands off anything.
Her mother found your pocket watch in her daughterís toy purse
more than a week after our dinner here.
Ugh, what a monster. Makes
me ever so glad we didnít procreate.
Iíve heard it before. Now,
what about that insurance policy?
Ok, well I need to know where the policy is.
You must have misfiled it or something.
How in hell am I
supposed to remember fifteen years ago, Harriet?!
I donít know, Martin,
but you better! Itís
worth a lot of money to me.
Oh I see. I sincerely
hope this insurance thing is the reason Iíve been hanging around you,
you money-grubbing bitch.
Damn Martin, you made
me choke on my coffee. Darling,
if Iíd have wanted you for your money, Iíd have married someone
youíre lucky Iím dead. If
I had a hand, Iíd be likely to smack you.
Why do you even bother
saying things like that. If
you had a sledge hammer and could swing it, you still wouldnít hurt
me. Silly man.
Am I that transparent?
God, never mind. I
really am transparent.
Yes, dear Iím afraid
you are. Now about that
Check the blue box, top
of the wardrobe.
Thank you, Darling.
And Iím sorry about your lack of substance.
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