Are we back in Manhattan (or rather, in what Frank Bolle approximates a Manhattan apartment to look like), or do Jack and Margo have the same taste in interiors? By which I mean, surrealist nihilist chic. The box of baking soda floating mysteriously in front of elevator doors to nowhere is a nice touch.
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"I've been up all night developing twin calves and boy are my quads tired! Thank you, folks, I'll be here all week and don't forget to tip your servers!"
OMG! Carol Collins has morphed into LuAnn Powers!
Pretending to miss Carol, I guess it would go like: "Ah, Carol, what agony to be deprived of your abrasive demeanor for an entire night. How I've missed your insanely jealous accusations and your inscrutable whirling and meandering about during conversation."
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