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♪ think of all the luck you got ♪
♪ know that it's not for naught ♪
♪ you were beaming once before ♪
♪ but it's not like that anymore ♪
♪ what is this downside ♪
♪ that you speak of? ♪
♪ what is this feeling ♪
♪ you're so sure of? ♪
♪ ♪
♪ round up the friends you got ♪
♪ know that they're not for naught ♪
♪ you were willing once before ♪
♪ but it's not like that anymore ♪
♪ what is this downside ♪
♪ that you speak of? ♪
♪ what is this feeling ♪
♪ you're so... ♪
♪ sure of? ♪
199, 200, 201,
202, 203.
Hi, Manny!
Hi, Therese.
Frank...!
Wake up!
Frank, come on, I have something wonderful
to tell you.
Hurry, I've had an epiphany!
Frank...
...Do you know what this is?
Eggplant?
Liberation.
No, no, no.
Rebirth.
Not with all the king's vaseline.
Freedom!
That won't fit. Frank...
Fuck you, Gallagher.
I made it all the way
to Manny's produce truck today-- 214 steps.
I went to just do my extra ten steps, and then I saw
and I just kept going.
Manny's pushing organic now?
This is just the start.
The scourge of gentrification.
Next he'll be Hawking that coffee grown in cat shit.
Frank,
I am shopping,
I am part of the economy,
I am myself again.
Here we go.
Today...
A grocery truck, tomorrow the world.
- It's over. - I always thought agoraphobia
was permanent, like autism or aids.
She'll be out in the world, she'll go back to work,
she'll learn the truth.
That you're a raging alcoholic?
Who owes money to everyone?
Who's had sex with her daughter?
It's not sex if you can't remember it.
Well, then you're a virgin, Frank.
Gonna be out on my butt in weeks.
Why don't you just live at your real home with your real family?
I don't like them and they don't like me.
Frank squatted at my place for six months.
Finally bought tear gas,
- smoked him out. - I gave myself crabs
to get him out of my place.
It wasn't the crabs,
it was your empty fridge.
Laugh, laugh.
If laughing at me is good
for your self-worth, laugh on.
My gift.
Kevin. Yo, Antoine.
Hurt me with some rum.
Delivering meals on drunk wheels again?
Only one delivery left.
Go do it and come back.
My last delivery is to Dottie Coronis.
I can walk there from here.
What's wrong with butterface? Don't call her that.
I haven't seen her in a while.
W-why's she pretending to be sick?
She's hiding her face from children till Halloween.
God gave her one hell
of a rack and legs to die for, though.
But her face!
You're all going to hell.
What's wrong with butterface?
She had chronic indigestion.
From her steady diet of bourbon and dick.
She got it checked,
discovered she had a bunch of heart attacks.
Her heart muscle is toast.
Months to live unless she gets a new one.
Shit.
All those years of paying into a city pension
and no one left to collect.
♪ Why don't you come over, why don't you come over? ♪
♪ why don't you come over and pick me up? ♪
♪ hey... ♪
♪ what do you say? ♪
♪ come on over and take me away ♪
♪ why don't you come over ♪
♪ and pick me up? ♪
Liam, if you want a popsicle,
show me your hands.
Liam, hands off your package or no treat.
Touching it is his treat.
I need my own room without Liam.
I'm late for work.
Carl, quit it. I can't share a room
with someone in a constant state of arousal.
I'm going to be a woman soon.
Hey, enough.
Frank's been gone for months.
You move into Frank's room,
Lip takes yours, Ian and Carl share with Liam.
Frank will be back.
In bed by midnight-- No exceptions.
Here he comes. You know, you didn't have to come with me.
Bad neighborhood. We live in a bad neighborhood.
Yeah, but we're related to the bad people in our bad neighborhood.
The hell's he doing here?
Hey, Mick.
He thought I needed protection.
Oh, yeah? Trust me, you may think
you know my sister, but you don't know my sister
until you've fought my sister.
She's protecting your ass. You smell like barbecue sauce.
Smell like what? Oh, ow!
What did dad tell you? Ow! Fuck the police?
No titty twisters now that I'm a C cup. Ow.
C cup? Bitch, you wish.
Hey,
fuck you, fuck you, and especially fuck you.
All right, Jesus, let's get out of here
before they throw you back in.
Who the hell is it?
It's Frank Gallagher, Dottie.
Get off my property.
I brought your pasta primavera.
Eat shit, Frank.
Well, I-I would, but I recently went vegan.
Honestly, Dottie, Antoine told us your news.
I've had some health setbacks myself.
Wanted to tell you the crew at the bar's thinking of you.
Thought I'd bring your dinner over and tell you in person.
No lasagna left?
I grabbed the last one he had.
Enjoying your night?
I'm watching one of those
fat-people-hate-themselves- for-being-fat shows.
Makes me feel healthy.
I love that show.
I hate fat people.
Did you hear a beep?
Oh, guy locking his car.
Look, I'm missing my show.
Mind if I join you?
I haven't showered and I'm not gonna.
Makes two of us.
And it's not an invitation to stay.
Couch, fat people show, leave.
I'm not a bed and breakfast.
Roger that.
There you go.
♪ No, you can't tell me ♪
♪ what I like ♪ ♪ what I like ♪
♪ I ain't no typical stereotype ♪
♪ no ♪
♪ I've got a fashion that you want a piece of ♪
♪ oh, yeah ♪ ♪ so full of passion and so full of love ♪
♪ love, love ♪
♪ this is the high life, this is the fame ♪
♪ I'll make you want a piece of me again and again... ♪
I love that last song.
♪ That makes you look at me twice ♪ ♪ twice ♪
♪ I could be bad, but I could also be nice ♪
♪ oh, yeah ♪
♪ this is the high life, this is the fame... ♪
Okay, either he doesn't have a dick
or the dick he does have does not function.
Or maybe the five girls a night
who give him their number
give him more than their number,
and the man is just tired.
Desperate whore-wife is back with sugar grampy.
Can you say that again with some head bobbing
and that finger snapping thing?
She's a married mother
publicly flaunting the geriatric she's sleeping with.
He's 50. He looks it.
And he's rich,
so work that cleavage and smile.
Hey, Veronica!
Hey, baby. Hi, David.
Hello, David.
Looking sharp. Jazz says
I'm springing for Cristal,
or I'm going home alone.
Oh, we don't want you to be lonely tonight, do we, V?
Handsome man like this, no, ma'am. Ah, yes.
♪ I'll make you want a piece of me again and again... ♪
Hot as balls tonight.
So, I'm taking geometry, algebra two, trigonometry, chemistry.
During the summer?
Well, I'm trying to get into west point.
If you want the army to give you a fucking gun,
all you got to do is enlist.
Recruiting station's, like, two blocks that way.
I want to be an officer.
Want to be an officer, huh?
Don't officers get shot first?
Here.
Shotgun.
Oh.
So you make a lot of friends on the inside?
You want to chitchat more, or you want to get on me?
Plasma? Led. Shh.
I never feared taking my shirt off at the beach.
But then I saw this footage my daughter shot of me...
Nice picture.
...And I just broke down. Vibrant.
Can I watch my program, please?
How did I become so disgusting?
And sit in the chair.
I don't want you stretching out on the couch
and rip van winkling it for the next five years.
Did you hear a beep?
Smoke alarm battery is dying.
If they find a heart,
they're supposed to beep me on this thing.
It means I go straight to the hospital.
They got to find different sounds for different things.
Everything beeps.
Smoke alarms, hearing aids, microwaves, cell phones.
I'm gonna have a heart attack waiting for my heart transplant.
You got a nine-volt battery?
I can change that for you.
In the junk drawer under the microwave.
...But then I would gorge and binge, yet not purge.
I didn't have a disorder.
I just had a disgusting habit of eat, eat, eat, eat, eat.
Frank?
Antoine.
I borrowed your keys
so I could help.
I went to white castle and bought her this.
I thought she'd be starving by now.
She's not. Thank you.
Well, wait, Frank...
Frank?
♪ ♪
♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪
♪ uh-huh, uh-huh ♪
♪ I need a man, a fucking man ♪
♪ ♪
Sorry, two mudslides and a line of blow, I get grabby.
David's doing a rail in the men's room. You want some?
Can't. Can.
You got to slow down on the work
and enjoy the summer!
I'll keep that in mind when I'm feeding my family dog food
in January.
David's friend Richard's coming to town tomorrow.
Meet him! We'll make them take us out on the town.
Instead of worrying about making money,
we'll be spending theirs. Not into married guys.
I never said he was married. Meet him!
Before you know it, your shit will start sagging,
leg veins will pop up, and you won't be able to screw
without handfuls of astroglide.
I'm 21. It doesn't make you a kept woman.
It makes you a smart one.
Who wants to move this party
back to my pied-à-terre?
Me! You! Fiona?
Uh, another time.
You asked about Richard?
She's thinking about it.
Come on, I need an accomplice.
Plus, when I tell hal
we're going out for a girl's night, I won't be lying.
Bye.
Liam!
Always wanted to do that here!
Get back at that little league commissioner
who kicked me off my baseball team for pissing on first base.
I remember.
You heard about that?
I was playing second.
Fucking tough guy, huh?
Mm.
Not much to do in the joint but work out.
You could read.
Fuck off. Fucked for life anyway, man.
Want to sneak into the Sox game tomorrow?
Nah, man. I got to get me a job.
If I don't get one in two weeks,
my probation skank's gonna do it for me,
and I'm gonna end up losing a fucking limb
at the meat packing plant.
Maybe she'll find you something better.
She ain't gonna find fuck all.
My dad even had to threaten this mook he knows
from high school to get me a job tarring roofs.
Maybe you could head down to Malcolm X.
You know, take some vocational training.
Why the fuck are we talking
about community college right now?
Jesus Christ, you want us to spread a blanket out
and look for shooting stars next?
I could talk to Linda.
I'm sorry. You want me to work at the place I got shot?
Redemption tale.
What would I be doing? Helping.
I ain't cleaning up after people.
It's a pretty clean store, Mickey.
What about security?
You know, scaring people like me who come into the store
trying to steal shit?
Stealing's been down since your shooting.
Hey, do whatever you want, man.
You brought it up.
All right.
You ready to go again, or you, uh, need some time, fire crotch?
Okay.
How's Jody?
He's good.
As good as me?
We're still not having sex.
Right, 'cause his name's Jody.
Is that a, uh, real name or a nickname?
You know, isn't it kind of
creepy that a guy who's twice your age
keeps hanging around you,
but hasn't tried to get in your pants yet?
You two getting serious?
Stop talking about my boyfriend and fuck me.
Smoke alarm working, fan back up to speed.
What now?
I could give you some rope to hang yourself from it,
or you could just leave.
How's your daughter? Same.
Any complications from that skin graft?
Haven't talked since she moved to Sweden.
What the hell's she doing in Sweden?
Avoiding me.
I'm off to bed.
Bed?! It's 11:00!
You used to close the alibi every night.
Used to do lots of things.
Anything else I can do for you?
What's the deal, Frank?
What, did Sheila Jackson finally throw you out?
Just offering my services.
Stocking up on your corporal works of mercy?
One friend helping out another.
The upstairs bathroom's clogged pretty bad.
I could lie and say it was roots growing in the pipes,
but it's all me, and a half dozen of those adult wipes.
I never used those wipes myself.
Thought they were an extravagance.
Little did I know how nice it feels
to Polish things up down there.
Let yourself out.
There's nothing worth stealing you can carry.
Mother of God!
Jesus.
Shit!
Oh, shit!
Want to go to a rave up in lake forest this weekend?
If I hated myself.
Jody knows a guy, Henry Woodhouse,
who can send out a tweet and get
over a thousand people to show anywhere in less than two hours.
It's like a flash mob, but more fun.
Excepting the fact that it's in lake forest
and lake forest kids are there.
You want to do something tomorrow night?
Probably watching Wipeout with Jody.
He loves that show.
People running around, wiping out.
"Big Balls!" It's hilarious.
We make popcorn and laugh. Yeah,
it sounds like a crazy summer night.
We're keeping each other company trying to avoid familiar patterns.
Mm-hmm. And, um...
How do you characterize this?
Helps me sleep.
Text me when he leaves, all right?
You sleeping here now?
Uh, no, just leaving, actually.
Good to see you, son.
GFY, dad.
Shit.
♪ ♪
Wha...!
Who the hell are you?!
I rent room.
Frank give me key.
Have baby.
Got time for my legs? I got to drive old people
around the city all day-- Too hot out for stubbly legs.
Old people excursion day? Yay!
Do me a favor and kill me
if I start losing my mind when I'm old. Will do.
In my community,
if one of the elders felt that they were
too much of a burden, they would wander out
into the snow and give themselves to the elements.
You come from twisted stock.
All righty, I'm all lathered.
Have at it.
You know, this Jody douche
has hair that's longer than Fiona's.
And he has a motorcycle with a luggage compartment.
Yeah. Test me on the theorems.
If A equals B, then b equals a...
Symmetric. You might as well
get a windshield and call it a car.
A equals A.
Reflexive.
Maybe it's just a phase.
You know, she hasn't even slept with him yet.
What's next?
Maybe he's a eunuch.
Maybe she just likes him.
Lip, why are you sleeping in my bed? Ask her.
I moved Liam. I can't be in the same room
where Liam is constantly masturbating.
It's not masturbating
if nothing comes out.
According to whom?
My friend Jack O'Donnell.
Not true.
It's kind of true.
Not legally true.
Liam can be arrested
for masturbating? No. Listen up.
What is the demarcation age
where it's officially inappropriate
to arouse yourself in front of others,
even if nothing comes out?
Two years old.
Hey, Gallaghers!
I need focus
and cooperation.
Okay, unfortunately Frank has rented out his room
to a pregnant woman.
I already told them.
You let her in last night?
She let herself in.
She has a key.
Besides, she's from China.
They kill extra babies there.
Liam needs to go back in with you.
No! Debbie.
What's done is done!
Okay.
For now, Liam's in the boys' room with the boys.
What? Four guys in one room?
Isn't that a health code violation? I'll find Frank
and figure this out, but until then, four in the room.
Five hundred.
Five hun...
Frank...
It's 500 more steps.
500 more steps,
sweetie!
And I get to the "L."
Honey.
And I can maybe get my job back
at St. Stephen's cafeteria,
sweetie, and go off disability.
Frank!
Isn't that exciting?
Do you want to walk with me today?
Got to work.
Those are Eddie's tools.
Yes, they are.
Hello?
Oh. Oh, hi, Fiona. He's right here.
It's Fiona.
What now?
Somebody just dropped off $200 for you.
Said he owed you, and thanks. Who?
- Unshaven, flannel shirt. - What happened?
Cauliflower ear. Tommy Armada?
I'm leaving $50 for you on the mantel,
but I'm buying groceries with the rest.
That is my money, Fiona!
Bravo. Give 'em hell, sis.
We're off to work.
Sheila, when I'm talking on the phone, I can only talk
to one person at a time.
We've talked about this. I know we did.
Whispering doesn't help.
The rush is starting!
♪ ♪
Ever eat a dog?
Where Frank?
Chocolate-covered sparrow?
♪ ♪
Where's the money?
Ask Kung Fu Panda.
You tricked me? You gave somebody
a key to our house?
Are we gonna get bird flu? No!
Go watch the kids, please. I.N.S. raided her maternity hideout.
I was clearing my stomach outside the alibi.
I found her
huddled by the dumpster.
So you dumped her on us.
We're giving her a home till the baby is born an American.
How much she paying you? Democracy is built
one baby at a time. I'm calling the I.N.S. right now.
Give me what's left of the money.
This is a human rights issue!
Chicago. Immigration and nationalization service, please.
Naturalization.
90 bucks a week.
For bed, rice and... tea.
You know, historically, if I double your lie
I get the truth.
So she's already given you $180?
A little over $200.
Why always the deception stutter-step before the truth?
Because it extends our quality father-daughter time.
Give me what's left.
Let immigration do its job. You spent all of it?
Wrong. Wrong.
Seventeen dollars?
And change.
Please just go. Just leave and go do whatever it is
that you do that doesn't require you being here.
People are in and out of here like it's a Guatemalan whorehouse.
I didn't think you'd notice.
I notice that you're here.
And the only reason why is that you thought money came in.
Do you know what goes on around here when you're not here? Life.
Huan Ying.
You can stay until the baby's born,
but you're helping with the day care.
Get in the kitchen and start filling sippy cups.
No English.
Start filling cups with apple juice,
or I'll have you and your commie fetus deported
faster than you can say "Saigon."
Okay, guys, I'm going upstairs to my office.
Debs and Ethel are in charge.
Keep away from the pool, or you'll drown.
Any spare rooms at Sheila's? No.
We gonna have a brother that looks like jet li?
I didn't knock that woman up.
I am giving her sanctuary in a hostile country.
Your sister doesn't get that.
And I don't like the way she talks to me in my own home.
You just got to laugh it off.
I don't need platitudes from an eight-year-old.
I'm ten. Well, if you want to make it to 11,
don't tell me what to find funny!
And every day you wake up breathing
you should be coloring me a thank-you note of gratitude
that the half of you that came from me
wasn't spooged on your mother's neck,
but instead was guided by yours truly
to get up inside of her to start the life of you.
So walk and talk with gratitude, son.
I was just kidding.
Funny, huh? Laugh it off.
♪ ♪
15 minutes, Joe.
It's excursion day!
15 minutes!
Van leaves in 15!
Excursion day!
15 minutes!
Excursion day! Excursion day!
15 minutes...
Whoa!
A little heads-up, guys.
15 minutes, miss clare. Where are we going?
Some driving, some appointments, some shopping.
Oh, thrill a minute. I don't make the schedule, clare,
I just drive the van.
15 minutes.
Yoo-hoo.
You look ridiculous.
Thought I'd bring my tools by-- Last-minute tweaks.
You're tweaking my nap time.
Come back in two hours.
I'm headed to the store-- You got a grocery list?
I'm all set.
How about some ice cream?
Snacks?
What's the deal, Frank?
The new me, Dottie.
Just trying to help out, change my course, make amends.
You in aa now?
Oh, God, no.
But I like everything about aa.
Except the "no alcohol" part.
Thanks for fixing my toilet.
Sure I can't get you some pop?
Frank,
my heart muscles are decomposing as we speak.
You want to pump up my triglycerides?
All right. All right.
I could use some cool Ranch Doritos and some Zantac.
Like whiskey and a chaser, eh?
♪ ♪
Get your change purses out.
Dollar tree!
So, I'm bringing your drawings to the old folks tonight.
They loved your ones from last week.
But this week's assignment is anything other than rainbows.
They're sick of rainbows.
And when they get sick, they die.
♪ ♪
Hey, Ian, bring me up a cheese sandwich.
Cheddar with a lot of mustard. You got it.
And tell Mickey that one pack of gum goes missing, he's gone.
Oh, and tell your good humor buddies that I'm keeping tabs on
how many cases they're moving, so don't get cute.
I know my inventory.
All right, we're taking six cases of beer, Linda.
You two can put that back,
or I can crack your skulls on the pavement.
Can you and, uh, sergeant slaughter
over here help me out with some cases of pop?
Yep.
Hey, you want me to get you some blow? Uppers?
Downers? Special k?
Uh, you know, thanks, Mickey,
but, um, we're keeping it pretty old school--
You know, beer, joints, cigarettes,
that kind of thing. No one under 14.
That's giving up a big market.
Keeps my conscience clean.
Hey, Ian, can you have Linda order
some more of those rocket pops?
They're moving well.
And, um, keep it up with those geometry theorems, all right?
We'll hit 'em tomorrow. Will do.
Geometry theorems?
For the army?
Artilleries, mortars, bomb trajectories.
It's all geometry.
I mean, it's confusing at first, but...
Put in enough hours, you study hard, you can learn anything.
So not true.
Sometimes effort does not
enhance ability.
Study if you must,
but if it don't stick, move on,
focus on something you're good at.
Put this on Dottie Coronis's account.
We don't have accounts, Frank.
I'm just the errand boy-- Gave my last cash to Fiona.
Dottie's dying-- You know where her house is.
$19.06.
She's in trouble. She's gonna die next week.
When that happens, take it out of her estate.
Hey, Frank.
Why don't you check your pockets again.
Maybe you overlooked something.
You work here now?
Trial basis.
You know what, Mick?
You may... be...
Look at that.
That should cover it.
Hey, have a great sabbatical
from your incarceration.
That the kind of leadership you plan on bringing to the army?
Said last night's bottom.
Whatever. Liking what I like don't make me a bitch.
Can you turn on the AC, please?
It's on full-blast, hon.
I'm chilly.
CVS! I've got coupon packets.
Who needs one?
Clare?
Oh, chock-full of paper towels, thanks.
Why'd you even come on this excursion
if you don't want to do any of the things we're doing?
Well, beats watching Judge Judy
and waiting for my brain to collapse in on itself.
Shot of maker's mark, Kate.
You and I had
a good thing once, didn't we?
We did not.
I always liked you.
You were fun.
What happened?
I stopped drinking.
Why?
I kept waking up next to you.
Better hit me again.
Antoine told us what you did.
I brought a hungry,
sick friend her dinner.
It is amazing how low you're willing to go.
Did you lecture Antoine about getting loaded
while Dottie starved herself waiting for him?
You actually went over there?
Feed the hungry, tend to the sick.
I'm walking the walk.
She's gonna die soon. Wh-what are you after?
Her home? Her pension?
I may love her.
I don't know.
Time will tell.
"And so the pizza decides to go look for his friends.
The end."
Who wants a bonus story?
Me!
This is called "Fiona's thoughts,
sophomore year 2006."
"Flirted with Craig Heisner today."
His ass looked great in his jeans.
I bet he could really pick me up and throw me around.
I thought about him doing me the rest of the day.
Craig Heisner,
Craig Heisner, Craig Heisner.
Part of me wishes I saved my virginity
"so Craig Heisner could be the one..."
Story time's over, kids.
Who wants to go outside and blow bubbles?
Me! Okay!
You still want to blow Craig Heisner? Where'd you get this?
Under the stairs.
Why is your mattress down here?
Need a place to sleep.
You have a place to sleep.
Take it back upstairs.
And when you find something
that isn't yours, keep it that way.
Carl. Where are you goin'?
Got some hard candies.
Some lemon and-and some cherry...
My bag is almost full, Veronica.
Good, Denise. Did you get some good stuff?
No. My pee bag.
Yeah, okay. I'll change it out at the next stop.
Can't you take us to the movies
or bowling or... An Indian casino?
Foot clinic!
Who needs help walking in?
♪ ♪
I know you were just trying to be funny,
but privacy's important.
What are you doing?
I need my own room, too.
Privacy's important.
Tell you what.
How about we spruce up the van for you
for a week or two?
Like camping? Without a tent.
Awesome!
Veronica,
please, couldn't we walk around the park?
They only pay me to be upbeat and on time.
We're stopped in traffic.
Let us touch some grass
before we drop dead.
But they put out cookies
at 4:00 back at the home.
I will buy you a case of cookies, Denise!
So now I'm the jerk.
Oh, just for once let us go off schedule
and excursion somewhere worth excursioning to.
It is a great day for a walk.
We could make snow angels! Sure!
Ten minutes.
Thank you.
God loves you.
Yeah, if that were true,
he'd have made me white and rich.
♪ ♪
They were out of the cool ranch.
I think it's the heat.
People will go anywhere
for relief, huh?
"Refrigerator vents need dusting and vacuuming."
Clean gutters. Remove hornet's nest in garage.
Scrape windows and repaint them.
Remove wallpaper." Big list.
You can always just leave.
No, no.
It's always good to have some tasks.
I brought you some bubble bath.
I know the upstairs bathroom was out of commission for a while,
and a nice bath might be, you know, very relaxing.
Frank.
It's a bit early, isn't it?
Nobody ever asks me to go to bed before 2:30 in the morning.
Dottie.
I know everyone calls me butterface.
Nothing I can do about it.
Not now, anyway.
Let me draw you a bath.
You're not getting in with me.
How is it that you and I both spent so much time at the alibi,
but we never hooked up?
Only good thing about being a female butterface
is I actually get better looking to men as the night goes on.
Whereas you...
Whereas I what?
W-wait.
Am I the male butterface?
Yay, Harry! Yay!
Go, Harry, go!
Yay, Harry!
That Harry still has it, eh?
Oh, I like Harry.
I like Bruce, too.
Mm-hmm.
And Tony.
There you go. Thank you.
We are crushing it.
Nothing pays like hipsters, minors and the elderly.
V, you got to start bringing those geezers around every day.
They love their sugar.
Shit. Denise needs her insulin shot.
Love you.
Bye, Lip. Bye-bye.
What you got?
About 50.
Hey, um...
If a chick, you know, she's taking it slow with a guy,
not sleeping with him, what do you think that means?
Means you're not getting laid.
All right, Timmy, look,
this is your third one.
That's it for today, okay?
Don't come back unless it's to buy pot.
Got to watch out for the chicks that don't sleep with you, man.
You know what it means?
Means they like you.
Like, like you, like you.
Like, love you, like you.
And they keep, you know,
holding back because they're so into you.
But they're also waiting for you to finally grasp
how awesome they are so when you do end up having sex
for the first time, you're, you know, making love or some shit.
Oh, and the experience--
It's because, you know, you've been waiting so long
for a little action, that when you do have sex, it's some
otherworldly connected thing, which makes you think
that you can be in a long haul kind of commitment.
Two buds and a spliff, please.
How old are you? Fifteen.
Here's four fives. Keep the change.
Raise your arms.
Come back when you grow some hair in your pits.
I shave.
Get out of here!
Chicks that hang out with you and don't sleep with you,
run the other way dude.
'Cause she's ready to stop playing and settle down.
All right, everyone, party time is over!
Let's go!
Let's go, let's go!
Come on, miss clare!
Come on, clare.
I got you.
Wasn't that fun?
Harry, come on!
I knocked in two runs.
You were sensational, Tony.
Harry.
I'm hurrying.
Veronica, thank you.
You're welcome.
How about next week, we, uh,
we go on one of those booze cruise things.
Uh, on the lake at sunset.
That costs money, clare.
Money most people here don't have.
Harry?
Call 911.
Frank.
Roger that.
♪ River may come ♪
♪ please don't take me away ♪
♪ it's here on the earth I want to stay ♪
Veronica?
Debbie?
I brought some artwork from the kids
for ginger and Harry.
Did she...
My grandson Paul has died.
It's, uh, it's Harry, Debs.
♪ River may come ♪
Veronica.
Sell this for me.
And then I'm taking everyone to the Indian casino.
Ooh, thank you.
Mm-hmm.
You went to high school with this Craig Heisner?
He's hot. You should poke him.
Fuck Facebook.
I'll poke him for you, if you want.
What are you doing?
Sending him a message.
Don't!
Did. Sent him your number.
What's the opposite of "thank you"?
Hey, guys! Hey.
I can get laid on my own. He's cute, huh?
Richard, hi!
Hey. Good to see you. You, too.
Fiona, this is Richard, who you wanted to meet.
Hi, Richard.
Hi.
Shall we begin with some appletinis?
I'll put the order in right now.
Want to watch the lotto numbers?
That's enough of a visit for today.
Finish the list tomorrow.
Wait.
I want you.
Frank.
How is it that I never had this?
Stop.
Two drunken ships passing in a harbor swill hole.
We'll make up for lost time.
Frank, I can't have sex.
Okay?
I'm not thrilled about it.
The one thing I'm good at, I can't do.
We'll go slowly.
Oh, I don't know slow.
I'll teach you.
Frank!
I haven't exactly lived a life of restraint.
I can't push it while I'm waiting for my transplant.
If my bp goes above 120/80,
my heart explodes.
Don't you get it?
If we fuck, I die.
♪ Licky like a rock star ♪
♪ lick here ♪
Hey, Gary.
See you tomorrow. Thanks.
You had no interest in my showing up tonight, did you?
What'd she tell you?
Uh, that you, uh, saw a photo and couldn't wait to meet me.
I saw no photo.
She has no photo.
So, why'd you come?
Well, my company does about
$250 million worth of business with David's company.
And he's fond of Jasmine.
I didn't want to be the one to upset the concubine.
So how much longer do you think we need to keep talking
to each other to make it seem like we really gave it a shot?
I don't know, two or three more minutes.
Tops.
You want to see a photo of me now?
I'm good.
Fully decent.
It's me in grade school, after I lost my first tooth.
That style is coming back.
Did it ever arrive?
With the Iroquois.
And, uh, punk rock.
So, how does this arrangement work?
I dress pretty, hang on your arm,
we have sex a couple times a month,
then you give me credit cards
to buy shit that I like but don't need?
I have no idea.
I'm just here 'cause I was invited.
I don't make it a habit of
hanging around women that don't have
any interest in being with me.
You think you always know?
Well, how does anybody know anything?
I mean, if I'm not laughing and the woman's not laughing,
that's a good sign that it's not working.
But if we're both smiling?
There are worse ways to spend an evening.
You're not married?
What do you got against married guys?
I'm not into liars.
Well, they're not lying to you.
Night, Richard.
You should go get that Mohawk.
Could restart the trend.
Nice to meet you, Fiona.
♪ ♪
♪ come on, baby, it's time I let you know ♪
♪ those tender lips, I can't help but love you so ♪
♪ so, come on, girl, I think we should take a chance ♪
♪ I think it just might be the world's greatest romance ♪
♪ I want to break your loneliness ♪
♪ it's been so long, but now the time is right ♪
♪ let's take this passion deep into the night ♪
♪ ...is what I know ♪
♪ the feelings deep inside will only grow ♪
♪ I want to break your loneliness ♪
Fuck!
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