Narrator: And Michael went to cancel with Rita.
Michael: Sorry. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not going to be needing your passport, after all.
We're just going to go to court, plead guilty... that'll be that.
Rita: So it's bye-bye to Rita, then?
Michael: Actually, I was wondering if- if you might want to...
Rita: I wouldn't. I'll make you blue.
Narrator: Rita was just talking about the fingerpaint, but Michael didn't know that.
Rita: I was just wondering if you might want to bid me fair 'morrow. That's all. See ya.
Narrator: Michael was filled with self-loathing. Had he been Jack the Ripper he would have soothed himself in a most unsavory way. But instead, he just sat in his car and ate a whole thing of candy beans.