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Getting over it

HOOKER: How long did it take you to get over losing Liz?

BEAR: I'm not over it yet. I'll never be over it. What I'm over is thinking about it. Instead I think about how lucky I was to spend so many years with such a remarkable woman.

HOOKER: I can't wait to get thete.

BEAR: How long has it been? Six months?

HOOKER: Eight. It does get easier with time, but time really drags.

BEAR: Have you noticed that you experience the passage of time differently in old age? Time drags in the short run but sprints in the long run.

HOOKER: I have noticed. There's probably a name for it.

BEAR: I predict in a few months you won't be thinking about Maggie every day.

HOOKER: I don't want to stop thinking about her. I want to stop thinking I can't go on without her.

BEAR: It will happen. Just hang in.

HOOKER: Hangin in like Gunga Din.

BEAR: You say that a lot. Is. Is it original with you?

HOOKER:'Are you serious? You don't recognize it?

BEAR: Fraid not.

HOOKER:  The killer! Jerry Lee Lewis.

BEAN: I was never a fan.

HOOKER: Let me guess. Because he married his underage cousin.

BEAN: Buying his records condones his behavior.

HOOKER: Apply that broadly, Bear, and you won't have any music left to listen to. Or books to read. Or films to watch.

BEAN: You really dislike humanity that much?

HOOKER: I love humanity!

BEAR: It doesn't sound like it.

HOOKER: You hear what I say with the ears of a Republican.

BEAR: The Republican party doesn't exist any more.

HOOKER: I love humanity with all its flaws, not despite them.

BEAR: You have a bigger heart than I do.

HOOKER: We've known that for a long time.

(Pause.)

BEAR: What are you doing after I leave?

HOOKER: What I do all day, everyvdsy.

BEAR: Trying not to think about Maggie?

HOOKER: Like I told you, I'm hanging in like Gunga Din!

(End)





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