All language subtitles for Northern Exposure s05e10 Snow.eng

What do you say, Nedra?

Whiskey, Tyrone, hush!
Now, hush up!

I'll never understand that
- Whiskey and Tyrone, how you can tell them apart.

Oh, Joel.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Stay there.
Come on. It's in the house.

All righty. I hear we're getting
some snow, huh? That's good for you.

Uh-huh. Great.

You know, I
- I've never understood mushing. Why do they call it " mushing"?

It comes from the French.
"Marche" means "go. "

Some old sourdough
misheard it.

Looks like lox to me.

I'm just going to try a little piece,
if you don't mind.

Oh! Nedra.

That is notjust smoked salmon.
That is Nova.

I'm serious. You don't-You don't
realize the accomplishment this is. Mmm.

I mean, Zabar's would be honored
to sell belly lox like that.

Seventeen, $18 a pound.

I'll put it in a sack for you. Mmm.

Oh, my God.

How's your arthritis? I've got
some Daypro samples in the truck.

Oh, I won't need it, Joel.
Are you sure?

You're going to be bouncing around
on a sled. No, it's all right.

- The thing is, I'm dying.
- What?

Well, not right this minute,
but in the next week or so.

Wait, you say you're dying?

Yeah, but I want to wait until my daughter
and her family can get up here from Boston.

Is this a joke? What are you talking
about? I just gave you a complete workup.

You have a little arthritis.
Big deal.

You have some symptoms
that you're not telling me about?

No, no.
I'm just winding down.

Winding down?
Yeah.

Salute, Cicely. "Chris in the Morning"coming
at you outside the K-Bear studios.

Hey, Sonny. Got a winter-watch update here.

No sign of any cumulonimbus clouds,
those fluffy bearers of the precious snow.

Don't worry. It ain't going to be long. Jack
Frost is definitely breathing down our necks.

And with the subzero
temperatures just ahead,

we're gonna make like that
proverbial ant and prepare.

Now, on that note,
I shall read a note.

Wally's Gas and Go is offering a full line
of snow tires and radiator baffles.

Ruth-Anne still has three pairs
of snowshoes left.

All men's, extra-large.
Okay.

In anticipation of this coming season,
let me wish each and every one of you...

a bon hiver- good winter.

Pigs in a blanket, cheddar cheese omelet,

home fries, a double order
of biscuits and gravy...

and an extra-thick
chocolate shake.

What do you think?
Have I got 8,000 calories here?

Oh, sure. Easy. How much are
you trying to put on this winter?

By mid-November I always like to
have an extra 15 pounds on me.

What do you have for dessert?
English trifle at 900 calories,

pecan pie-
a slice of that's only 700,

but if you go à la mode with the
caramel sauce, that'll put it over 1,000.

I'll take the pecan pie.
You've got it.

Rice Krispies and grapefruit?
You're not going to bulk up on that, Joel.

Oh, I think I'm carrying about
as much bulk as I need.

Thanks, Holling.
More than welcome.

Dr. Fleischman.
Hey, Ed.

Holling, I got a sure one for you.

Nedra Larkin told Maurice she's gonna
pass away this week. Thank you, Ed.

Sure.
Wh-What's going on here?

As the, uh,
assistant mayor, Joel,

it's my job to determine how many
graves we're going to need this winter.

What?

Yeah, the ground freezes up, and you
can't dig any December through May.

Yeah, if we don't have enough graves
for the departed, uh, beforehand,

then they have to spend a
winter in Ivory Springer's barn.

Up in the loft so the wolves
won't eat 'em.

Yeah, well, you can take Nedra Larkin's
name off the list. The woman is not dying.

No?
No.

Well, that's good.

Uh, excuse me
for inquiring, Joel, but, uh,

you must have some patients
who are very close to the end.

Uh, you don't have to
give me names. Just the count.

I can't believe that
you would ask me that.

I- I'm a physician.
I'm not a mortician.

Ifind this conversation not only in poor
taste, Ifind it offensive and morbid.

Shelly! Just the person
I wanted to see.

Uh, do you have a minute?
Sure, Maurice.

Please, come in.

Watch your step there.

What's up, Maurice?
Uh, please, sit down.

You're looking, uh,
fecund, bountiful.

Thanks.
Apropos of which,

I have brought the baby
a little present here.

Uh, Sotheby's
had this for auction.

When I saw it in the catalog, I realized it would
make a very cherished edition to your layette.

Cool!

- Pooper's got a rattle.
- That's 18th century.

It was made by Samuel Edwards, for my money,
the premier early American silversmith.

Uh-This was in the estate...

ofJohn Quincy Adams, which
makes it that much more valuable.

Boss!
As you know, Shelly,

fine silver is very soft, so it should
be kept out of the hands of the child...

until he's old enough
to show it proper respect.

With my blessing.

Thanks, Maurice.

You might, uh, wonder...

how I can be so generous
to you and Holling, given our history-

uh, yours and mine.

It wasn't long ago, Shelly,
that you belonged to me.

Oh. Shelly, even though you're
married to another man...

and you're about to have his child,

I can take comfort from the fact
that you once cared for me.

I still carry your words
here in my heart.

What words?
Don't you remember?

The ones you uttered to me
in the gazebo.

You looked me square in the eye
and said, " I love you, Maurice. "

I was so happy.

I slaughtered those two mallards I'd been
fattening up and made duck à I'orange.

Uh-uh, Maurice. Uh, I
didn't make duck à I'orange?

I didn't say I loved you.

What are you talking about?

I didn't say it.
I never said I loved you.

Well, of course you did, Shelly.

No, I didn't.
Shelly-

I'm sorry, Maurice. I-
Don't get swacked or anything.

But I know I didn't say it.
I'm superpositive.

I wouldn't have. I couldn't
have. Thanks for the rattle.

Spackle, number four wood screws.

Right, and don't forget
the drawer pulls. Mmm.

Big job. Yes, but I promised myself I was
gonna redo my place this year before winter.

I know I'm cutting it close,
but I've accepted no charters.

It's all I'm gonna do next week. Hey.

Hey, Fleischman.
That will be $84.75.

Last year I got snowed in,
and I hated my place.

That ugly old brown sofa and an old
sheepskin rug. But not this year.

Eighty-five, 90, 100.

Hey, I need some long underwear.
Mediums if you've got them. Let me check.

So, Fleischman, wait.

Soon it's gonna be 60 below, pitch black,
and we'll be up to our ears in snow.

This makes you happy, does it? Yes,
'cause I can hole up in my new little nest,

and I can read on my new sofa and
eat bowl after bowl of popcorn...

and listen to the wind howl
outside. Sounds like a blast.

See ya.
See ya.

Here you are, Joel.
The last pair.

That will be $32.
All righty.

Hey, that's nice.
Mm-hmm.

What is that, amethyst?
Uh-huh.

It's great.
It's beautiful.

Nedra Larkin gave it to me.

Nedra?
That's right.

She said she wanted me to have it.

She's not still talking
about dying, is she? Mm-hmm.

I'm sure gonna miss her.
Wait a minute.

Was this s-some kind
of deathbed bequest?

Well, I guess you could say that.

Are you kidding me?
And you accepted this?

Well, she's an old friend.
Why wouldn't I?

What are you talk
- Why wouldn't you? I did feel a little awkward.

But Nedra said it was better to give
with warm hands than with cold.

L
- Let me tell you something. There aren't going to be any cold hands, okay?

Y- You're pandering to a very misguided
and self-deluded old woman.

Misguided?
That's right.

Self-deluded?
Yes.

Nedra Larkin?
That's right. She is not dying.

Forgive me, Joel,

but that's the most pompous,
condescending thing I ever heard.

Who are you to say that?
Well, I'm only her doctor.

Well, it's her body. And she knows a
good deal more about it than you do!

Come on.
I'll buy you a drink.

In the closet, top shelf,
there's a box in there marked " S."

Bring it to me, will you, please? Yeah.

And be careful with it.

What is it?
Memorabilia.

The detritus of my two weeks
with Shelly Marie Tambo.

The most beautiful time
I've ever spent in my entire life.

Swizzle stick.
Yeah, I saved everything.

The, uh, wrappers from
chocolate mints for after dinner.

Oh, and here. Here.
Complimentary shampoo...

from the Hyatt Regency in
Fort Nelson, British Columbia.

Hey, a little Proustian
reconstruction.

Hey, you working on your memoirs
there? No, I'm looking for proof.

I'm looking for a written
declaration of her love-

Ah!
Here we go!

The Bull and Boar. We stopped there
right outside Skagway for a late dinner.

Oh. Damn.

What? Let me see?

A heart drawn in lipstick. I was sure
she wrote "I love you" inside that.

No, just a little smiley face.

But it is a heart, right?

It could be taken as a
declaration of love, couldn't it?

Maurice, it's a Valentine with a smiley face in
it. I don't think you can take it to the bank.

See ya later.

Mornin', babe.

Shel.

- Holling-
- Yeah, Shelly?

Look at me.
Do you notice anything different?

No.
How about now?

Anything look bigger? Well, you do
seem to be blossoming out real nice.

Not that, H. My nose.
Look at my nose.

What about it?
Is it bigger?

Bigger?
Yes, bigger.

I don't think so.
Are you sure?

Well-
Well, what?

Shelly, if your nose was
as big as an Idaho potato,

I'd still love your face
just as much.

Yeah? Uh, hi, I'm Dr. Fleischman.

Oh, yeah. Come on in.

I'm, uh, Allen,
Nedra's son-in-law.

Right, um,
you're from Boston, right?

Uh, Dad, where does
Grandma keep the wood?

I saw a pile
out behind the house.

Uh, Nedra's in her room.
My wife's in with her.

Yeah, I- Look, I know
why you're here. I just-

I wish you had given me a call
before you made this long trip.

I mean, as her physician, I see no
reason to believe that she's at any risk.

Well, what could we do? I mean,
there's no arguing with her.

Right. I understand.
I guess what I'm trying to say is-

I wonder if it's a mistake,
everybody encouraging her like this.

Honey, this is Dr. Fleischman.

Oh, hello.
Hi.

Mom's said a lot of nice things
about you. Well, thank you.

But, you see, as I was just explaining to
your husband, I don't see any cause for alarm.

And I think it's important that we
disabuse her of this whole notion of death.

I mean, nobody's dying
around here.

Why don't I just go
and check on her anyway.

- Well, hello, Joel.
- Well, hello, Nedra.

- How are ya?
- Okay.

Look, um-

I think I owe you
a bit of an apology.

Wh-When I was here
the other day, I-

I disregarded the first
and most basic rule of medicine.

Mm-hmm.
It's " always listen to the patient. "

You were trying to
tell me something and-

I just- I wasn't hearing it.

Wh-What I'm saying is, I accept the possibility
that- that something is wrong with you.

There's nothing wrong with
me, Joel. I'm just dying.

Nedra, look.

Believe me,
wh-what you're feeling-

this, uh,
general malaise, fatigue,

what you call " winding down"-
is most likely the result...

of an easily treatable physical ailment.

Okay? What I'm saying is is that
something is wrong, you just don't know it.

I don't think so.

Well, why don't we just try
and find out, okay?

I want to do another check-up
and repeat the lab work.

All that poking and probing.

Well, just humor me, please.

This will make you feel better?
Much.

- All right.
- All right.

Shel, hon, Dave says
your orders are backin' up.

Holling, is Maurice
out of town?

Sorry? Well, he hasn't
been in in two days.

Is he on a trip or something? No,
I walked by his office this morning.

He was standing his desk.

Breakfast burritos,
double cheese, extra links of sausage,

tall stack and marzipan cake.

That ought to do you
a pound or two.

Well, what do you think is
the matter with him? Who?

Maurice. He never misses
his morning bowl of Wheatena.

Well, maybe he's just busy.
Just busy?

Uh-huh. Hey,
looking good, Vince.

Nice pot.

I don't believe this. Maurice is like your
tightest bud, and you're not even worried.

Well, I just don't see the call, Shel.
Why are you so worried?

Worried? Me?
Who said I was worried?

I'm not worried about Maurice.

Not a bit.

I'd better get these orders out.

Hello, Owen.
Holling.

Somebody told me that you woke up the other
day with a terrible pain in your chest.

Oh, man, I thought I had a heart attack.
Elaine rushed me right over to Dr. Fleischman's.

You know, Owen,
I am responsible to see...

that we get enough holes
in the ground come winter.

Uh, no disrespect, but is there any
chance that you might be needing one?

No. Dr. Fleischman said
it was just indigestion.

Too many of those
chile rellenos so late at night.

I see.
But thanks for thinking of me.

Hey, Ed!
My chair.

Just got off the road freight.
Oh, great. Here, I'll help you.

I saw this in a store in Juneau, and I
could swear I'd never laid eyes on it before,

but it looked so familiar,
I just had to buy it, you know?

Watch your back.
Okay.

All right.

Whoa! All I did for the winter
was clean out my closet.

Very, uh, saturated color.
Kind of David Lynch.

Hmm. You gonna paint the
whole cabin this color?

No. No, just one accent wall.

I don't know if it's pretty or not,
but I sure do like it.

Hey, come sit in it, would you,
and tell me what you think.

Okay. Let's see. What about there, huh?

Okay.

Well?
Uh-

It seems very sturdy.

You don't like it.
Well, no, I like it.

Maybe it's just not my size
I think is the thing.

Uh, well, I'd better get back to the store.

I've got a lot of
grapefruit to stock. Okay.

See you later.
Hey, yeah, thanks.

What you got?
Paper clips.

Yeah? Boy, I'll say.

You sure you got enough?
It has to last all winter.

Right. Hey, did Nedra Larkin's
lab work come back yet?

Uh-uh.
No? We got any appointments?

Um, Shelly.
Yeah, what time?

Now. She's in there.

Hi, Dr. Fleischman.
Hey.

Something's wrong?
Uh, it's my honker.

My nose. Yeah. What's the
matter? Is it congested?

- No, it's bigger.
- Bigger?

Last couple of days,
it's really shot out.

Well-

- I don't think that's very likely, Shelly.
- It isn't?

No. Let me see.

Well, I mean, maybe.
Oh, God!

Well, relax. Is it tender?

No. And it's not red. It's not swollen.

I wouldn't worry about it. I mean,
I'm sure it's pregnancy related.

- It's 'cause of the pooper?
- Yeah.

The body goes through big
hormonal changes during pregnancy.

Right? I mean, the breasts get
larger, the feet, the ankles.

It doesn't seem unreasonable to me to
think that the nose might become engorged.

Oh. So, you don't think it could
have anything to do with lying?

- I'm sorry?
- You know, telling a fib.

Wh-You mean
like Pinocchio?

Kind of.

- What are you telling me, that you've been lying?
- No, I haven't been lying!

- I was just wondering if it was possible, that's all.
- No.

Hey, Maurice!

Yo, Maurice!

I thought we were gonna go over to Badger
Pass, whack us a moose before the freeze.

What, did you forget?

Whoa.

You must have
really hit bottom.

You know, it's one thing, Maurice,
to mope around, you know,

or give up the chance to go
kill something, but this-

not shaven,
betraying the leatherneck code.

You must be D. O. A.

My romance with Shelly-

I'd always
thought of it as a jewel.

A precious jewel that I'd put in a
box and locked away for safe keepin'.

Now I discover that
that jewel was nothing but paste.

Really?

I feel so old, Chris.

So old, foolish.

It's not so much that
Shelly denied loving me.

The real pain comes from
the fact that I was so needful...

that I concocted
a fantasy romance.

I convinced myself that she professed
her love for me right here in this gazebo.

Well, Maurice,

there's a lot to be said for self-delusion
when it comes to matters of the heart.

I knew this guy when I was
growing up- Donny.

He had this obsessive-love thing
for this chick, June Anne.

And she just didn't feel
the same about him.

Yeah?
Yeah.

So, you know,
he stalked her for a while.

He called her day and night. He camped out in front
of her house. You know, the usual stuff, right?

She puts a restraining order
out against him,

and he has to come to terms with the
fact that shejust doesn't dig him and-

I'll tell you, man,
it was a big blow for him.

So, the next day,

he gets his nine-millimeter
and a couple of extra clips,

he goes into the doughnut shop
where she works, right, and-

Well, you get the picture, right? What
the hell does all this got to do with me?

I'm just saying that everybody would
have been a lot healthier and happier...

if Donny would have convinced
himself that she loved him.

'Cause, Maurice, we all need
a little fantasy once in a while.

Doug Bowers called.
He canceled his 3:00.

Look at this.

This is Nedra Larkin's chest X-ray.
What do you see?

Nothing. I mean, this heart is not
enlarged. Her lung fields are clear.

There are no infiltrates.
It's absolutely normal.

This woman's electrocardiogram
has been stationary for the last three years.

All of her lab work is
within normal limits,

except for a slight anemia, which is due
to the fact that she isn't eating properly.

I got her liver functions: normal,
renal function: normal,

white count: normal,
sedimentation rate: normal.

There's no infections, no malignancy.
There's absolutely nothing here.

Good. No, it's not good
when I have a patient...

that is convinced
that she is dying because-

either the woman is
imagining it or she's crazy.

No, not Nedra.
Yeah, so what does this mean?

I must be missing something. There
is something that I'm not seeing,

some symptom, some-
some clue, some indicator...

that is screaming at me
that is just-

It's right there. It's sticking out its tongue, and I just
- I can't see it.

I feel terrible. I mean,
this woman is really sick...

and- and I'm just too crummy
a doctor to figure it out.

- Mmm, maybe not.
- Maybe not what?

Maybe nothing's wrong.

What is this,
this " winding down" theory?

Look, I'm sorry. I don't
accept that. I mean-

No. Let me tell you
something, Marilyn.

Death is the enemy, all right? I spent 10 years
of my life single-mindedly studying, practicing,

fighting hand-to-hand in close
quarters to defeat the enemy,

to send him back bloodied and humbled, and
I am not going to roll over and surrender.

This woman is not ready
for the grim reaper.

All right, all my gerontology books
are at my house.

That's where I'll be
if anyone needs me.

Maurice?

There you are!
I was knockin' and knockin'.

Haven't seen you
hanging at The Brick much.

Dave thought maybe you were P. O.'d 'cause
you found a bug in the soup or something.

But I said, " Uh-uh. He's probably
just busy making zillions. "

Or else some foxy new squeeze
is keeping his buns nailed to the sheets.

Anyway, I brought you
this coconut cream pie.

Don't forget you got to pork up
a little for the winter.

No, thank you.
No?

Are you sure?

Oh, boy!
Looks like snow, huh?

Chris went to the forge
down in Sleetmute...

and had them make this
special heavy-duty spear pole,

you know, to bust through
the ice when he goes ice fishin'.

Anyway, you got to see
it, Maurice. It is so cool.

Boy, Maurice,

I am really glad that we're okay and that everything is
- is tits.

This is a thangka.
Shows the different pit stops...

along the Buddha's journey.

It's from Nepal. I thought
it would go with the redo.

Oh, yeah, I like it!

Yeah, thanks. Thanks.
Where should I put it?

Um-

Hey, what about over here?
Hey, there you go.

You're on the couch, you got a perfect shot
of it when you're coming out of your T. M.

Thank you.
Sure.

So, what do you think of my house?

Hey, you know,
to tell you the truth,

ever since I did time, I feel better in a
confined space, that's why I'm out in the trailer.

But I can appreciate
multiroom opulence.

You know, you got
a good flow happening, a theme.

But, you know,
something's missing.

Like what?
I don't know. Something.

Well, you've got the couch.
You got your table here.

The TV. This little area
over here is very Shavian.

Very what?
Shavian.

You know, Shaw-like. George Bernard. Oh.

Hey.
Hey.

That's funny. This looks
comfortable. You don't like it?

It's probably just
the ergonomics, you know.

Better suited for somebody
with shorter wheels.

Where's the hammer?
I'll do the thangka.

Uh, it's in the kitchen.

Thanks.

There is no change, and I don't see
any reason why you should be in bed.

I just feel... tired.

Yeah, you feel tired
because you're inactive.

The body needs to move around.
Otherwise, you lose muscle tone.

It's like the astronauts. I mean,
these incredibly athletic, healthy guys,

they get out of the capsule,
and they can hardly move.

I want you up.
I want you doing your chores.

- And most important, you've got to start eating.
- I'm not hungry, Joel.

Gosh, you're driving me crazy.

Nedra, listen to me,

whatever this is, we got to fight it
together, 'cause I can't do it alone.

You got to
help me, all right?

And the only way for you to help me
is to want to get well.

You got to at least
try and get well.

Joel-
Yeah?

You're a very good doctor.

I couldn't have asked
for better care.

Don't say that. I don't want
to hear that, all right.

Just get out of bed.

Joel-
I'm not listening.

- I told you, I don't want to hear it.
- You see this picture here?

- Yeah?
- That was my mother.

She was 25 when that picture was
taken, and I was four years old.

She died when she was 82.
Well, she's a very pretty woman.

Now, I've been wondering,
when I see her again,

will she be young like that
or an old woman like me?

Look, you are not gonna die, do you
understand? I'm not gonna let you.

I'm going out there, and I'm gonna have your
daughter make you a good hearty soup, okay?

I want you to eat it all. I want you
to get your strength back...

'cause I'm coming back tomorrow, and I'm getting you
out of this bed, and you're going to be moving around.

Come winter, I'll have you mushing around
that sled, and you won't remember any of this.

- All right?
- You take care, Joel.

I'll be back tomorrow,
and I'll see you then.

Evening, Holling. Have you decided
how many graves to dig yet this year?

No, ma'am. I figure to be safe,

in case we have another avalanche,
I ought to go to 10.

But, goodness,
that is a lot of work.

Maybe I can help you out.

What? You-
You feeling poorly?

No.

I was stacking books in the library,
and I came on to this government report.

And it has
actuarial tables in it.

Insurance companies use these tables
to calculate what kind of a risk you are.

They tell the odds on
how long you're going to live.

For instance, a 45-year-old man
can expect to last...

another 30.1 years.

How about that.
On the other hand,

out of a 1,000
45-year-old men,

3.19 will die
in any given year.

Well, let's see. Vern Addison is 58.

- Does he still smoke?
- Two packs a day.

Oh, and he's-he's been
through a divorce.

Ed?

Shelly.

What are you doing out so late?
Breaking in my new bunny boots.

They're supposed to be good to 70
below, even if you get your feet wet.

What are you doing?
I don't know.

Just bein' bummed, I guess.

Oh.

I told a lie, Ed.
A humongous lie.

And it really
creamed somebody bad.

I feel like the pits,

and my nose keeps
getting bigger and bigger.

Yeah!

I never lied before
in my whole life.

Never?
No.

Well, not about
anything major.

I can see how you
might be really disturbed.

Ed, you're going into
the shaman business, right?

Yeah. Well, that's sort
of like a priest, right?

Sort of.

So, could you do what Father
Perone did and give me absolution?

Well, I'm afraid it doesn't
really work like that, Shel.

Oh. Leonard sometimes tells
stories to help people feel better.

You know, parables with a
moral at the end. Oh, yeah.

The Return of Martin Guerre.

Gérard Depardieu. He comes back
from the Hundred Year War,

and he tells a real whopper.

He says he's somebody else,
a soldier who's actually dead.

He even sleeps with
the guy's wife, Nathalie Baye.

So what happens to him?

Well, by the end of the picture,
the whole town turns against him,

and they burn him alive at the stake.

It seems like there's a moral
in there somewhere.

Thanks, Ed.
Sure, Shel. Anytime.

Nedra?

Nedra!

Ruth-Anne.
Hello, Joel.

Where are the dogs? Uh, Nedra
didn't want them making a racket.

Howling and such.
They all have good homes.

Nedra-

She died, Joel.
About an hour ago.

We put her in her green dress.
You know, the one with the white collar.

She always wore that for company.

We'll need you to fill out
the death certificate.

I understand, dear.

I never lost a patient.

Well, one that I really knew.

I mean, I saw people die in E. R.
I just- I didn't know them.

I took care of this woman for
three years. For three years.

She just gave me a-
a pair of house slippers.

I blew it. Oh, Joel,
you did no such thing.

Good Lord,
you're only a doctor.

Tell me, do you reproach yourself
when winter comes,

when the grass dies
and the leaves fall from the trees?

Nedra died
because it was her time.

And she died well.
She died with all her wits about her,

and with her loved ones
by her side.

She said all her good-byes.

You and I should only be
so fortunate, Joel.

Come on inside,
and do what you have to do.

People will be coming
to pay their respects.

I've got to get a pot of coffee on
and get some cakes out.

Maurice!

Maurice, stop! Maurice!

What are you doing?

The past is a lie!

I'm gonna bury it!
Maurice-

Maurice, stop!
Please stop.

I said it, okay!

- I said it.
- What?

I did say I loved you.

You did?

The reason I lied-
Well, I'm in love with Holling.

I'm so totally wasted on him, I just
couldn't imagine ever being in love with you.

It's like that was
some other chick,

some chick I don't want to be
and I don't want to know.

Sure, you're rich and famous...

and kind ofbuffed
and hunky-lookin:

But I got to tell you, Maurice,
you're just not my keg of beer.

When I think that I carried
the big " L" for you-

W- W-Wait a minute, Shelly.
Let's get back to your original thought.

You-You did declare
your love for me?

I stood right there
and said,

"I love you, Maurice. "

Thank you, Shelly.

You've made me a happy man.

For real?
Yep.

I can look at myself
in the mirror again.

So, does this mean that
you'll come back to The Brick...

and everything will be
like it used to be?

You, me and Holling
can all be buds again?

Yes, Shelly. Yes, it does.

Cool.

Hey, guys.
Hey, are you hungry?

Look, food.

Hey. Food.

Well, whatever.

Hey.
Hey.

I was just roaming around
and saw your cabin.

I don't know.

You're busy I guess, huh?
No, not at all. Come on in.

Thanks.
Yeah.

Hey, I heard about Nedra.

Yeah.
I'm sorry, huh?

Well, look, I've been
fixing up the place.

Yeah, I see. Yeah, and
- and today I got some goldfish.

'Cause I- I just felt it needed
something, you know.

I don't know what, but, uh-

Anyway, I can't decide
what to name 'em.

They don't tell you
if they're boys or girls.

They don't seem
terribly interactive, do they?

I had goldfish when I was a kid.
Mm-hmm?

Tetras actually.

You know why they keep swimming
around in circles? Mm-mmm.

They're so stupid that by the time
they get back to where they were,

they forget that they were there.

So they just do it again
and again and again.

They just keep going
round and round.

What?

This is nice.

- What do you mean?
- The chair- it's comfortable.

You think so?

Yeah. I mean, get yourself
one of those floor lamps-

you know, halogen " dealies"
- it would be a pretty good reading chair.

Okay, so let me get this straight.
You actually like sitting there?

I feel like I could sit here all day.

Although an ottoman
would be nice, get your feet up.

- Wow.
- What?

Hey, I think it's starting to snow.

Yeah.
Look at that.

What do you think of that?

Yeah! Look.

Ha.

I got this brochure
from a dealer in Fairbanks.

They got snowmobiles now
with attachable baby carriers.

I'm thinking of surprising Shelly with one
after the little critter arrives.

Holling, it's startin' to snow.

Yeah.

Isn't that nice?

Bon hiver, Holling.

Bon hiver, Ed.

"Oh, the snow, the beautiful snow,
filling the sky and earth below.

"Over the housetops, over the street,
over the heads of people you meet.

"Dancing, flirting, skimming along.

"Oh, the snow, the beautiful snow,

"how the flakes gather
and laugh as they go.

"Whirling about
in their maddening fun,

"it plays in its glee with everyone.

"Chasing, laughing, hurrying by,

"it lights on the face
and it sparkles the eye.

"And even the dogs
with a bark and a bound...

"snap at the crystals
that eddy around.

"The town is alive,
and its heart in a glow...

to welcome the coming
of beautiful snow. "

It's happening, people.
Say hi to the flakes.

Hey! Bon hiver!

Bon hiver, darling.

Just look at this.

Bon hiver, Dave.
Bon hiver, Shelly.

Wow.
Bon hiver, Maurice.

Bon hiver, Shelly.

Bon hiver, Dr. Fleischman.
Hey, there. How are you?

Look, it's all better.
Well, if you say so.

Bon hiver! Bon hiver! Bon hiver!

Bon hiver. Bon hiver.

It's nice.
Yeah.

Bon hiver, O'Connell.
Bon hiver, Fleischman.

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