Baby On Board Page #2

that you deserve more than that?

He signed a contract.

"He signed the contract."

Does that sound heartfelt,

Your Honor?

Does that sound like someone

who truly believes

that they deserve more money?

- Does that...?

- Objection, Your Honor.

Is my client going to be asked

a question in the foreseeable future?

I have nothing further. I couldn't

have answered it better myself.

No fist-bumping in court.

Nice suit, John.

That tie...

Good morning, Mary!

Okay. For the woman

about to start a family,

we present the allure

of "Baby on Board" perfume

to keep Daddy interested,

the only fragrance especially made

for the pregnant woman in love.

And here is the bottle prototype.

Do you think someone

could possibly pass me the bottle

of this soon-to-be

best-selling scent?

I'm sorry.

Nervous stomach.

What is in this bottle?

Perfume.

For who?

The walking dead?

I'm sorry. It's me.

I just...

I ate something bad.

I have a 4:
10 meeting

with the reps from Saks,

and I just hope for your sake

this doesn't cling to me.

For the rest of you, I suggest you

open some windows for ventilation.

Try not to jump out.

I'm sorry.

So? What did they say?

Oh, sweet Jesus!

Honey, did something

crawl up your ass and die?

I blew it!

Yes, yes. "Blew it" are

the operative words, all right.

- I'm sick.

- Oh, God!

No, no, honey. Sick is like,

"Poop, poop!" "Tee-hee!"

Oh, God.

That is demonic.

You are not helping.

The power of Christ compels you!

The power of Christ compels you!

Raphy, I have to get her

to approve this stuff.

Honey, I know.

She will, okay? She will.

Angela Marks,

are you still there?

Yes, I'm still here.

Mary would like

to see you in her office.

- I'll be right there.

- Jesus! That was fast.

Seriously, that was great.

I thought I'd never get out

of that pre-nup.

Honey, come here and meet Curtis.

I told you he'd do it.

This is my ex-wife's cousin.

Worth every penny.

Come on.

Let's go buy a sex swing.

Okay, Uncle Phil.

- You are amazing.

- Excuse me?

I'm sorry.

My name is Arlene Jenkins.

Everyone says the same thing

about you, "There's none better,"

but I had to see it for myself.

Oh, my. I grew faint just the way

you pounded away at that woman.

What can I do for you, Mrs. Jenkins?

There's a lot you can do to me.

Okay.

It's my husband.

He's a liar.

But I'm sad to say

I see a lot of that.

The son of a b*tch

told me he was dying,

and that's the only reason

I married him.

So, he is...?

Oh.

Have you ever had

a 97-year-old man on top of you?

It's like f***ing a beanbag chair.

I didn't need to hear that.

We just got his medical report.

Besides the fact that he's on an

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