By that time I'll just be finishing my two year contract with Guiding Light coinciding with your first year as starting quarterback for the Steelers.
Then we can elope to Europe, or the Caymans, wherever, where I'll let you impregnate me with the first of 3 children before you head off to rehab. Then we can live happily blah blah blah.
No! Wake up, Julie. He's behind all this! How many fucked up fisherman are out there?
Look, he's after me too! I got a letter.
You got a letter? I got run over, Helen gets her hair chopped off, Julie gets a dead body in her car trunk, and you get a letter? Oh, that's balanced!