Ursula

Hi, it's us. / Right. And it's me.

So you're here too? / As much as you are. / Your turn.

You don't drink. / That's right, I don't. But I was drunk on you.

'I read about her in Mom's suicide note' delivered casually

Fake suicide note: 'Goodbye Phoebe and Ursula. I'll miss you. P.S. Your mom lives in Montauk'

'You just wrote this' 'Well, it's pretty much the gist'

'Pass the cheese, please' - the 'poem'

Um, no, thanks.

Didn't she die like five years ago?

I know I went to that already.

Then who's been dead? Lots of people!

Plus I'm going to a concert. I'd invite you, but, um, I only have two tickets left.

Fine. Okay, enjoy your concert. - Thanks. Enjoy your funeral!

Ah. I thought I'd find you here, Nosferatool.

Yeah. I could talk them into giving you like $30. No. No way. No. And stop using my name. And shame on you. And shame on all of you. You're disgusting. Especially you, with that.

His.

Yeah. It wasn't a town when I got there, but it was a town when I left.

Besides, if I cheat on him, I can call it an affair.

Hurry up! I gotta pray!