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Hi, I'm Kelli.
Cara Lee works at Lambert's
Chrysler Chevrolet now.
She moved down
from Chillicothe.
I live real close to you.
I met your kids and stuff
while you were gone.
- They are so great.
- Thanks.
I even watched them
for him once.
There was a plumbing
emergency or something.
Oh, that's really nice,
I appreciate it.
Yeah.
Well, good night.
Yeah, you too.
Who is that?
Oh, my God, she's just some girl
that works at Lambert's.
Don't do that now.
No, I gotta
get it even, stop it.
Ladies, woo!
These are for you.
These are from the bartender,
she's very proud of you, so...
Thanks.
Yeah, oh, yeah, check it out,
they're new, too.
Except you
have to go, "Whoo!"
Do you work here now?
No, no, no, I'm just... just...
just helping out, you know?
So, uh, so, uh...
So any of you ladies
got five bucks
for a guy
Vonnie.
Oh, my God,
let us be, Vonnie, go away.
- Five bucks.
- Go away.
Bye.
What, is he, like,
a volunteer now?
How does... how does
my eyes look?
Good.
Ladies,
how you doing tonight?
- Hi.
- How are you?
Kelli.
What do you mean?
I came out the window,
I don't know.
- What window?
- The bathroom.
Come on, come on,
let's go back inside.
No, no, no, no, no.
I want to go home.
I am done.
I gotta go home.
Come on.
They say it helps...
What, who says that?
Come on, what,
Jerry Springer?
Kelli, come on.
Seriously.
Other people had it a lot worse
than I did, I promise you.
I mean, yeah, I saw...
some dead people and...
there's weird sh*t there.
You know?
Mostly I saw a giant
amount of supplies.
Did you ever see
a plane full of rubber gloves?
Nope.
But, yeah...
there was
weird sh*t there.
There's like tons of dead
animals on the side of the road
and everybody knows somebody...
Anyway.
Now all the cups are where
and it's...
weird.
Did you have an affair?
No!
Jesus, you guys and your stupid
f***ing questions.
Some of... some of...
some of those
guys are hot.
Hey, party girl.
Hi, I made coffee.
Good for you.
- Yeah, I need it.
- Yeah.
Oh...
Did you sleep with
the kids again last night?
Mm-hmm.
Doesn't that hurt
your back?
Eh...
A little.
Well, you know,
the bed's nice.
You might like it.
Well, you better
snap to it, soldier.
Eh!
Mike.
Oh, you're killing me.
Rough night?
This is f***ing stupid.
What?
It's just
I can't do it anymore.
- What do you mean?
- I just can't do it.
End of this month, it's gonna be
too late, you've gotta get...
Wait.
I can't.
What do you mean, what?
I can't.
What, Kelli?
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