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TR: These are the good years for Barb and me....ever since we decided that life is too short to spend it in traffic and we left L.A. and moved to St. Paul, Minnesota. (CRICKETS)
SS: Jim --- can we talk? We've been here 15 years and it still doesn't feel right.
TR: You don't like winter?
SS: I don't mind winter, it's the apologizing. People brush up against you in the grocery store and say, "Oh, I'm sorry." People at the dinner table who say, "I'm sorry, could you pass the butter?" People in the crosswalk and you stop for them and they wave for you to go ahead and you wave to them and time passes and this "After you, Alphonse" routine goes on for too long.
TR: It's just politeness, Barb.
SS: It's creepy. People who come to your house and sit there and look at you.
TR: They're shy.
SS: Jim, when you're in company, you have a responsibility to carry on conversation. You can't sit there and look at your shoes.
TR: It's a cultural thing.
SS: It's rude is what it is. You ask them how they are and they say, (MINN) Oh not so bad then. How you doing then?
TR: What's wrong with that?
SS: Jim, the question "How are you?" is an invitation to say something. Tell a story, sing a song, do something. Don't just stand there.
TR: So you thinking about going back to L.A.?
SS: I was looking at the ads. I saw a nice little house on San Pedro. It used to be a garage, now it's a studio apartment. A thousand square feet. $659,000. I called up the seller and they have an offer for $750K. I offered 800, he didn't seem that excited.
TR: You know, we came to Minnesota to simplify our lives, but maybe we forgot something. A condiment with natural mellowing agents that make you feel more satisfied with where you are.
SS: Okay. Real good.
TR: That sound okay?
SS: Not so bad.
RD (SINGS):
These are the good years, in the summer sun,
Fourth of July weekend, independence has been won.
Life is flowing like ketchup on a bun.
GK: Ketchup....for the good times.
RD (SINGS): Ketchup.....ketchup. Ketchup.