[blackdog]

I like nice crazy people.

I still say he's got a stimulant problem. If he nicked himself shaving he'd explode.

[Miss Marple]

Meanwhile, Dr. Judith Dean arrives home from her family practice, kicks off her shoes, turns on some classical music, and pours herself a glass of white wine.

The phone rings, and she answers it. It is an old friend from college days.

"Judy? W here. Is that job Karl got Howie still working out? It is? Great! Happy to help!"

Dr. Dean hangs up, sips her wine, looks off into the peaceful Vermont landscape, and smiles. Life is good.