Last night's open lines was one for the ages. If Cornie hadn't changed pants, drawers, and socks for better than a year, imagine what he smelled like when he went to the hospital. Coma guy wanting to propose to the girl friend he's never met, Myet and some loon trading barbs about dueling political views, and a discussion about Tommy 's childhood pets...this was radio gold.
Oh, Myet also told Cornie she was going to get him the medical/home health care he needed. I picture her as this tiny, little old Jewish who is quite well and a lunatic. Apparently her heart's in the right place.