Clyde
Let's smoke a toast.
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Connie
I even imagined it with you.
Jack
That's... yeah.
Connie
In a bathtub, I imagined I was with you.
Jack
You took a bath?
Connie
No, I was in a bathtub imagining it was a pitch black night. We were in a bed in a spaceship flying through superspace.
Jack
That... that's a long way off... space travel for tourists.
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Jack
This always happens.
Clyde
What?
Jack
Whenever there's anything good, it fucks up.
Clyde
It fucked up, but it fucked up because *we* forgot.
Jack
No, you fucked it up because you made a fucking toast!
Clyde
Because I love you. We all love you. We forgot the food because you were being loved. That's the important thing to remember.
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Clyde
Have you thought about it? I think you should.
Jack
What does she do there?
Clyde
She's the assistant to the embalmer.
Jack
Oh no.
Clyde
Something with the fluids.
Jack
No. Ugh.
Clyde
No, man. Lucy's training her to sell seminars with Dr. Bob. She calls the funeral directors - phone sales.
Jack
Cool. What's her name?
Clyde
Connie. So I'll tell Lucy it's on.
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