Dear God
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:17:00
One year.
:17:01
Piece of cake.
:17:04
Bin A, if it's returnable,
:17:06
which it never is, cos if Whispering
Wendy can't decipher the writing...

:17:10
No one can. Bin B. Blurred. Smudged.
:17:14
Torn or, excuse me,
just too cruddy.

:17:17
Bin D, wrong address.
:17:19
No return, wrong return. People who
don't know where they live. Pathetic.

:17:24
Bin E. No state.
:17:26
No clue, no hope for you.
:17:29
Ready to try, new guy?
:17:31
Yeah, sure. No problem.
:17:34
Let's see... Bin D. Wrong address.
:17:37
Negatory. Not just wrong, but Bin B.
:17:41
Smudged and torn.
:17:43
- God!
- Sugar, it's not that hard.

:17:46
No. This is addressed to a Mr God.
:17:49
Easy. He gets a lot. We put
all the "Dear God" mail over here.

:17:53
In the loony bin.
:17:54
Bin C.
:17:56
Subdivided into loony bin boxes.
We got one for Superman, Elvis,

:18:00
the Tooth Fairy,
the Easter Bunny and God.

:18:04
And any kind of Martian.
:18:06
All yours, new guy!
:18:10
Now don't forget, Santa Claus
has his own bin over here.

:18:22
Don't nod at me on your first day.
:18:25
I gotta get to know you.
:18:31
OK...
:18:34
Just cos you live across the street
doesn't mean you can come and ogle.

:18:39
- What's the new manager's name?
- Gloria McKinney.

:18:42
She created great new recipes
for me.

:18:45
Don't even think about it. You're not
imposing yourself on that girl.

:18:51
One Banana Karenina coming up.
:18:53
Morning, all.
Theo, one Colombian to go.

:18:56
- Who's that?
- Joey's mine and Josh is his friend.


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