Tales from the Darkside1983

Jeanette Simpson:
[on tape] Miss Valdez, it has been 3 months.

Telephone:
Please, I so sick.

Jeanette Simpson:
Your payment is overdue, you must make your payment.

Telephone:
My head, it hurts so bad.

Jeanette Simpson:
I'm afraid I have to put your case up for litigation.

Telephone:
Please, the word is too big.

Jeanette Simpson:
[to Michael] We never actually sue.

Jeanette Simpson:
[on tape] It means you have to go to court, see the judge.

Telephone:
No no no, judge kills!

Jeanette Simpson:
Someone from a court of law will call you soon.

Telephone:
The courts they kill him, my head... [ringtone]

Jeanette Simpson:
Call to Valdez, July 10, 4:15.

Jeanette Simpson:
[to Michael] Now how was I supposed to know she was really sick? Or what a judge meant to her? How?

Telephone:
You could've asked. At 4:15 she dropped the receiver and jumped.

Jeanette Simpson:
Are you saying that I...

Michael Nelson:
No, you just didn't listen. Not a great sin, not normally.

Jeanette Simpson:
Now wait a minute, you are not my judge or jury.

Michael Nelson:
I'm sorry, but I am. Things must be balanced so the dead can rest, Rita must rest.