[There's still the nagging suspicion but it's nothing that Freddy's done. It's that fucking shrink. Larry's not sure what it is that makes him feel so fucking suspicious but his hunches never cut him a break. Let's forget the hunch that this man standing with him shirtless in the kitchen of their apartment was innocent. It's all relative though. Cops can be innocent he's come to find out.]
No work.
[He repeats it, snickering.]
Well, thank goodness.
[That they can joke about it a little. Larry leans over and grabs a hold of Freddy's chin to lay one on him.]
no subject
No work.
[He repeats it, snickering.]
Well, thank goodness.
[That they can joke about it a little. Larry leans over and grabs a hold of Freddy's chin to lay one on him.]