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MOST OF THE WOMEN YOU DATE

GOOD-BYE, MY MAD MAD HATTER.

ALL RIGHT. WAY TO GO, CLIFFIE. YEAH.

OH, NO, NO! THAT'S OK. IT'S RIGHT OUTSIDE HERE.

AND YOU THINK THE RESULTS WILL BE NOTICEABLE?

IT'S BEST THAT I LIVE WITH IT MYSELF.

COME ON. IT'S ON ME. COME ON.

COURTEOUS CLIFF.

I'M GOING TO LET MY GROOMING AND APPEARANCE GO RIGHT TO HELL.

HE'S JUST SHY AROUND WOMEN

NO, COACH. LET ME GIVE YOU A HINT.

I'M SORRY, CARLA, IF WE OFFENDED YOU

FOR THE CONCERT.

DON'T YOU KNOW THAT PSYCHOLOGISTS BELIEVE

TO A BABOON, MAYBE.

GOOD-BYE, MY TINY ALICE.

THEN IT'S A DATE.

[GASPS] WOULD YOU MARRY ME AND BEAR MY CHILDREN?

YOU KNOW, TILL DIANE DRAGGED ME TO THAT CONCERT,

I NEVER REALIZED JUST HOW MANY YEARS

I'VE NEVER EVEN SEEN HIM WITH A WOMAN.

SPEAKING OF HORRIBLE SIGHTS, COACH,

WHEN AN AUDIENCE LEAVES HUMMING YOUR FIREWORKS.

COME ON, CLIFFIE.

SHE'S GOING TO KNOW YOU'VE BEEN THERE FOR 6 HOURS.

WELL, HERE WE ARE.

YEAH. THANK YOU FOR THE RIDE HOME,