Calling on a prepaid just outside of Pocatello, Darla talks at Ort:
Hey, Easter Island! You're the only person I can say this to, but have you ever noticed people spend more time vetting their hairdresser than they do a psychoanalyst? Don't snort at me 'cause I'm a great judge of character, like with experts peddling medicine that's basically sugar pills. Pastilles! What have I been up to? No way, mister. This is no time to deflect. We're talking legacy. Who's going to pick up where you left off? Buford? But all the great artists were disturbed. Have you seen what I've been doing with spaghettini? There you go again saying the one thing I don't like hearing you say. My eye! I don't even know what "Oh well, I'm supposed to be here doing this" even means. Ort, sometimes ya just gotta take heaven by the hand.
Good to talk to … no I'm not stalking you.
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