Murphy:
You want advice? Write Dear Abby. You got problems? Take it your local minister. Your head isn't on straight? The mental health clinic is in the phonebook. I'm not a life guard. I don't put up bail and I'm not your Dutch uncle.
[Murphy cradles her face in his hands and plants a long passionate kiss]
Murphy:
Now, if you don't know how things are, you're not as smart as I thought you were.
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