Another Happy Day Page #2

to grilled chicken.

- Food's here!

- It's here.

What it is, is global warming.

That's exactly what it is.

I'm telling you right now.

The record temperature,

the hottest summer ever

Was back in the 1950s.

Tell me how

that makes sense.

Where do you get this?

Actually, since 1880,

Average temperatures around

the world have risen

1.4 degrees Fahrenheit.

What is he?

Doogie Howser?

No, because Doogie Howser

was a resident surgeon.

I was scared to death when I saw

that ambulance in the driveway.

- He's in bad shape.

- He's not in bad shape.

He just hates sitting around

all day with nothing to do.

But he's a fighter, mother.

He is.

Lord knows,

we've been through this before.

You couldn't kill him with

a double barreled shotgun.

The doctor said his heart

only had 30% capacity.

Yeah, but he's

in good spirits.

Well, that's good.

Lack of oxygen!

I would just like

to say to everyone,

That I make fantastic Martinis.

Sit down.

That's original recipe,

crispy, extra crispy.

Yo, wait until you see

Heather's friends, man.

Dude, your dick

will be dying, son.

It's f***ing...

f***ing fire.

My dick will be dying?

Tell you, man, these b*tches

are f***ing delish.

Just like top notch,

you know?

It's just that p*ssy

you dream of.

Intriguing.

Hope you don't mind, man.

I keefed the nuggs with

a little bit of llello.

No, it sure as sh*t

beats the two packs

Of Coricidin cough & cold

I ate last night.

What do you mean Alice isn't

coming until Friday?

Nothing, just that Alice

will be here Friday.

The rehearsal dinner

is on Saturday.

I know that, Bonnie,

but everything will be fine.

Can't she come any earlier?

No, she can't.

She has things to do.

And... and this way,

Lee doesn't have

to drive down tomorrow.

Lee is driving?

I thought he always hired a car.

Bonnie, please.

I just got here.

- Don't get all worked up, Lynn.

- I'm not getting worked up.

I'm just asking.

Could we please not

get into a whole thing?

I'm not getting

into a whole thing!

Hey, ladies.

Can't we just get along?

Hey, who was it

that said that?

- The guy... the police beating.

- Black guy.

He's blind.

Who?

The dog.

Pinky bones.

Thank Christ.

What a gift from god.

If the dog could see his outfit,

he'd f***ing immolate himself.

My mom designed

that outfit.

She opened up a business.

Well, that's what she said.

I think it's a good idea.

Trying to be supportive.

Oh, this poor dog.

That's f***ing fashion.

It's a dog, man.

That's abusive.

That's what I've always

said about Lynn.

She has to make

everything about her

And her family and her

problems and their issues.

It's not about her,

it's about Dylan.

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