:41:31
My dearest Brian...
:41:34
a guy like me
looks in the mirror.
:41:36
He either grins or he
starts to fade away.
:41:39
And I haven't seen anything
to grin about in a long time.
:41:44
This may not be
the most graceful exit...
:41:47
but I know when
the bottle's empty.
:41:50
About the only thing
I'm really going to miss...
:41:53
are the conversations
we had going.
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At least I get the last word
even if I had to mail it in.
:42:02
Coughlin's Law: Bury the dead.
They stink up the joint.
:42:07
As for the rest of
Coughlin's Laws, ignore them.
:42:10
The guy was always
full of shit.
:42:15
But I guess you
knew that already.
:42:42
- Excuse me. The Mooneys. Brian Flanagan.
- I know who you are, pal.
:42:44
But I've been instructed
not to let you into the building.
:42:47
- If you'd just let...
- Leave now!
:42:49
Look, I just want to talk to her for a few
minutes. I don't want to cause any trouble. Just...
:42:53
- Send her a letter. Out!
- Get your hands off me, man.
:42:56
Out!