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Everybody loves

Suzie's dumplings.

See, Kenny?

Cherish your wife's dumplings

because we all do.

Go do some damn work,

you tall ass.

Leave my wife's

dumplings out of this.

Hey woman, don't nobody

care about all that.

You just said that last night

when I was giving you Godzilla.

Aiya, Godzilla...

- Hi, LuAnn.

- Oh, hi.

You know

we can all hear you, right?

I don't give a damn, LuAnn.

I can hear everybody.

I got one good damn ear.

I can hear that man belch,

I can hear him fart,

I can hear chewing

every damn thing.

Crazy people I work for.

You're fired,

but I'm gonna let you know when.

I hope there's not

any meat in this thing,

because it's Good Friday,

and you know I can't eat meat.

I mean, I can but...

yeah, don't get me wrong.

I love meat,

just not today.

What?

Excuse me, I'm try...

Never mind.

Sorry, Jesus.

Are you an ex-marine?

Um, well, I am a marine.

You're never a former or an ex.

Once a marine, always a marine.

Lieutenant Roy Boyle,

Special Forces. Very honorable.

Thank you.

Though I got to tell you,

that Vietnam, phew,

that was hard.

Get inside, woman.

LuAnn is having problems with

that damn register again.

And I told you to stop

feeding these damn bums.

I'm not a bum.

Uh, Grant Hodges.

You sure look like a damn bum,

and you got on dog tags

like you were a marine.

You weren't no damn marine.

You were.

Look at you now.

You're a damn disgrace.

Clean up, boy.

Pitiful.

Pitiful. Oh, come on now.

That ain't necessary.

We're not doing anything wrong.

Oh, is that right?

Let me ask you a question:

Those signs that you

and every other vagrant carry,

is there some sort of...

homeless union code

or something on how big

the sign should be?

And tell me this:

Where do you all get

those magic markers from

to write on the sign,

and who writes them damn signs?

Stop being a dick, alright?

Just stop being a dick.

You've got some mouthful,

you street rat.

Oh, you said your piece.

He did nothing wrong

to you, okay?

You don't have to rub it in.

If you've got beef, do it

with your wife, alright?

My beef is with your ass.

You get your sh*t together,

clean up like I said.

Hey Roy, um...

I hope you're not angry with me

that I told Suzie

that I was you.

It's just that, um...

I don't know. This is...

pretty much the only

thing I have in my life

that means something to me.

No, that's fine.

I'm not angry at all, Grant.

In fact,

I'm sure if you're a marine,

you'd make a pretty

amazing soldier.

Really? Wow. Um, thanks, Roy.

Urn, wow. Thank you.

Want these back?

Nah, you keep 'em.

It means more to you

than it does to me, okay?

[Laughs]

Sit down.

What the hell

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