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COOL. WAY TO GO, ZACK. YEAH, ZACK, A MUSICAL MOUTH. THAT'S AWESOME.

WELL, COME ON. DIG IN.

HEY, HOW WAS WORK?

AND IN SHE COMES.

WOW, HONEY, I'M SORRY. ARE YOU OKAY?

AMAZING. THE WAY THEY DO THE LIGHTING ON THESE THINGS.

KINDA LIKE WHAT ELAINE STRITCH DID ON BROADWAY,

[ DOORBELL RINGS ]

IT WOULD BE CONVENIENT FOR HIM.

WE SHOULD EAT THESE SALADS SO THE ROAST DOESN'T GET COLD.

YOU GOT ANY FLEXIBILITY NEXT FRIDAY NIGHT? YEAH, WHY?

IT'S PERFECT TIMING. RICHARD WILL STILL BE OUT OF TOWN,

DAVID, WHO ARE ALL THESE UNWASHED BOYS?

YEAH, THAT MIGHT BE HARD TO ARRANGE. HOW HARD CAN IT BE?

EXCEPT FOR DON RICKLES. TOTALLY EXCEPT FOR RICKLES.

* ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS CALL MY NAME *

WE SHOULD COME UP WITH A SYSTEM. PROBABLY.

I'M A CARNIVORE. GOOD.

TAKE THE BASTER.

THAT IS THE REAL STORY.

SO, GOOD -- GOOD SHOW.

JESS, BEING JEALOUS OF DEAN --

THAT'S YOUR DOING, NOT MINE. BUT IT MIGHT BE LONELY.

THERE'S NO SALT AND PEPPER. WE'LL NEED IT FOR THE MEAT.

THIS IS NEW? BRAND-NEW.

* WHERE YOU LEAD, I WILL FOLLOW *

I REALLY DON'T LIKE TALKING ABOUT --

IT'S GETTING TO THE POINT WHERE PEOPLE WILL WANT ROBOTS

DINNER'S WAITING. WERE YOU IN A FIGHT?

SHE'LL FIND ME EVENTUALLY. IF SHE KEEPS LOOKING FOR YOU.

CONTINUE PLOTTING OUT THIS MUSICAL YOU GUYS ARE WRITING.

GONNA HAVE TIME TO KILL THERE? SOME.

HOW ABOUT IF SHE SAYS, "DOLL, YOU'VE GOT THE GAMS,

AND YOU'RE FORCING ME TO DO OTHERWISE.

AND A GENERAL DISLIKE OF RIGHT-WING CAUSES.

MAYBE I'LL BRING THE GIRLS FROM THE D.A.R.

GOOD. NICE WILL BE NICE.

SOON, YOU WON'T GO HOME FOR DINNER.

I WAS JUST WALKING BY, AND THE THING CAME OUT OF NOWHERE

HEY, RORY. HANG ON A SEC. IT'S RORY.

NO WAY. WHEN YOU DATE A GIRL LIKE RORY,

HER DOCTOR'S ON THE SECOND FLOOR,

ALL OUR SONGS ARE ABOUT PROPERTY DESTRUCTION

HELP YOURSELVES TO DRINKS IN THE FRIDGE.

* IF YOU NEED * * IF YOU NEED *

AND WE TALK ABOUT EVERYTHING TOGETHER, YOU AND ME, REMEMBER?

THEN START ALL OVER AGAIN.

DOES IT ACT ALL PEACEFUL AND BAMBI-LIKE

ARE HOPPED UP ON BENNIES AND GOOFBALLS.

THAT STUPID BIRD ATTACKED ME.

AND YOU JUST ALLOW THIS?! LUKE!

I THOUGHT IT WAS ME. I WAS DYING.

SO, RORY TELLS ME YOU'RE PART OF THE WAL-MART CORPORATION.

HEY. OH, MY LITTLE DAUGHTER.

WHAT PISSES US OFF IS THAT YOU FELT YOU HAD TO HIDE IT.

LIKE THAT LAST GIRL YOU DATED --

WHAT IF DEAN HAD SUCKER-PUNCHED ME AND I HAD TO DEFEND MYSELF?

"LATHE BANG TRAFFICKING"? "LANE'S BAND PRACTICING."

A MUTUAL FRIEND OR SOMETHING.

I DON'T -- COME ON. IT WASN'T DEAN.

BULL. BELIEVE WHAT YOU WANT.

UNBELIEVABLE. IS THAT IT?

RORY. NOT THAT I'M EXPECTING A CALL,

SPEAKING OF WHICH... IT'S 3:18.