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- You know that, right?

- Yeah.

It's fine.

You should eat one of these.

No, thanks.

You're turning down an Eskimo Pie?

- Mmm.

- Oh, come on. All right.

Every evil, terrible thing

that ever occurs in the world...

is directly offset...

counterbalanced, if you will...

by the complete,

utter joy of biting into an Eskimo Pie.

It's... It's the way

we maintain balance in the universe.

Come on.

Mmm.

Does anyone ever say no to you?

You do all the time.

Okay. Take a bite.

Mmm. Hmm, hmm.

Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm.

Oh, yeah! It's like God's

just giving birth in my mouth.

Okay. That is the girl

that I fell in love with...

but harbors nothing but platonic feelings

for me, unfortunately.

Y... Your foot is freezing. It's 90

degrees outside, and your foot is freezing.

My feet are always freezing.

I have the feet of an 80-year-old man.

Ooh, that's hot.

Oh, so good.

Mmm.

Wait, wait. Hold... Hold on.

No.

- Yes, yes, yes.

- Shh.

No!

Dad.

Juanita. Wow.

Didn't recognize you

without the cash register.

Hi, Adam.

What the hell are you doing here?

Funny.

I was about to ask you the same thing.

- It's my store.

- Come on. Let's go.

- Sorry, Mr. Davies. - Wait, wait, wait.

Actually, I'm really glad you're here.

'Cause you haven't

been home for a while...

...and you definitely were

not at my graduation.

Look, I don't wanna

get into this with you right now.

- Come on. It's time to go.

- Wait. Juanita, is he paying...

I hope he's paying you overtime for this,

'cause you do have rights.

You should call your union.

Well, welcome back home.

Bet you're excited.

Well, let's have a little look-see here.

- There she is! Hi!

- Hey, Mom.

She's home!

Oh, look at that. That's just a crime. Oh!

- Welcome back, baby.

- Oh, thanks, Mom.

Oh, I'm so glad you're home.

- Uh, Dad, that's gotta get into the shop.

- Huh?

Uh, I'm not so sure.

- What are you doing? - I'm just

looking it over. Gonna be all right.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You... You're not thinking

about fixing this yourself, are you?

Yeah. Just have some faith

in my abilities, honey.

- Usually there's a spot, if I can

just hear it. - But... Dad!

- You've never fixed a car before.

- Honey.

At one point, I'd never roundhouse-kicked

a man in the neck before either.

Now I do it every Wednesday.

My mind's like a sea sponge, honey.

When the synapses get going in Walter

Malby's mind... boom, boom, boom...

It's gonna be fun.

Don't worry about the car. I got it.

I got the car covered.

Let me give you a hand there, Adam.

That-a-boy.

Good. Look at you. You're a self-starter.

Walter! Walter! Walter! Walter!

- Watch your step there. You should

wear work gloves. - There's a derby!

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