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MURTAUGH<br />
Hi, honey.<br />
(he looks in<br />
the oven)<br />
We're having something brown... A<br />
largish brown object ...<br />
TRISH<br />
It's roast.<br />
MURTAUGH<br />
Dammit, I wanted to guess. Honeny,<br />
this is Martin, my new partner.<br />
He'll be joining us tonight, okay?<br />
TRISH<br />
Sure. Roast okay with you, Martin?<br />
Fine.<br />
RIGGS<br />
MURTAUGH<br />
How about brown, roast-like<br />
substance?<br />
TRISH<br />
Roger, you're being an asshole.<br />
(kisses his ear)<br />
Don't forget to <strong>com</strong>pliment Rianne<br />
on her shoes.<br />
MURTAUGH<br />
Got it. Drink, Martin?<br />
RIGGS<br />
Bourbon, if you have it.<br />
Murtaugh exits. Riggs stands awkwardly as Trish removes<br />
the roast from the oven.<br />
RIGGS<br />
My wife could burn water.<br />
TRISH<br />
You're married?<br />
RIGGS<br />
I was. She's dead now.<br />
TRISH<br />
Oh. I'm sorry.<br />
RIGGS<br />
No problem.<br />
He reaches for a stray piece of roast. Trish slaps his<br />
hand.
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