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- We close in eight minutes.

(soft music)

- Here let me help you with that.

What are you doing out here, Shelby?

- Well, I was selling root beer.

- This is certainly the day for it.

- Which is why I thought

I would have more than one customer.

- Take this.

Then you can say you had

two customers for the day.

- [Shelby] Thank you,

thank you, thank you.

- Let's not get all sappy about it.

Consider it a gift from my husband

for your entrepreneurial endeavors.

How's your grandmother, Shelby?

I heard she was ill.

- She is.

- I'm sorry.

Will you give her my best?

- I will.

- [Shelby] Mrs. Schumacher, your flag.

- Oh, you keep it, Shelby.

Well, baby what I couldn't do

With plenty of money and you

It's the root of all evil

Of strife and upheaval

But I'm certain honey

That life would be sunny

With plenty of money and you

(sultry rock music)

- So I guess that means you still love it.

- [Lonnie] It's brilliant.

- But let me guess you're

waiting another week.

- Hell no today is the day.

- Good.

I've had the contract

drawn up for a month now.

- And I have the signature.

My father should've been a

doctor for how legible it is.

- Even better let's get

this thing finalized.

By the way I've got a surprise

for you waiting in the office.

- Do you now.

- How many hours have

you put in helping others

and volunteering in the community

not to mention raising a son?

No, no, no that is no excuse.

No excuse.

It is not fair making a

wife beg for every penny.

Making her live on rummage sale leftovers

and giving her a budget

that a cloister nun

couldn't live on much

less a wife and a mother.

Didn't I tell you not to marry him?

- You did, and

and you were right.

He's stingy there's no doubt about it.

But he was thoughtful when

we first started dating.

Do you remember that time

when he came to my door step

with fresh red roses?

- And you hate red roses.

And he swiped those from

the Garcia's garden.

- He didn't know.

- And he still doesn't know.

Evelyn, he doesn't know a

thing about who you are.

- Well, he should know we've been married

for two and a half decades.

- What did he hijack for

your last anniversary?

- [Evelyn] Roses.

- Look sweetie I don't blame you.

It's not your fault.

I blame your mother.

You know her neighbor

that bank teller woman

that couldn't keep a secret

if it was pinned to the

under side of her bra.

Well, if she hadn't told your mother

about his growing bank account,

your mother would've

slammed the door on him

and those damn roses.

- Well, it's almost over now.

The doctor gave him a day,

I mean hours really.

The next 25 years

should certainly make up for the last 25.

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