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Ross? Hi, it's April.

I'd love to see you.

I'm dancing today.

Stop in if you can find the time.

Hey, it's me, Amy.

Happy belated birthday.

I didn't send you anything,

because you owe me $450.

Come on, Ross, you've owed

this to me for over a year.

Anyway, I didn't call to b*tch. Just

to say, mail me the money, all right?

You have my address.

Come on, take care of it.

Take care of yourself. Bye.

Hi, it's Amy. I'm not here, so leave

a message and I'll call you back.

Hey, baby.

I just love your smell, honey.

It's April. I'd love to see you.

I'm dancing today...

Ross. Ross.

Ross.

Let's see you guys

give it up some.

There's no finer specimen

than the female...

Hey. April's over at the bar.

- You must be holding.

- My place.

- Yeah?

- Hey, Volvo.

We have a little situation

here with the dog.

- Honey, is he coming?

- Can you...

- ... give Nikki a ride?

- Yeah.

I'll be right over.

It'll take me about...

About 15 minutes.

- He's on his way.

- You better untie me if you're leaving.

Now, I've gotta go out

for a second.

Ross, you have to untie me.

- I don't have to untie you.

- I have to be at work.

I'll be back before you have to go

to work.

What are you doing?

I'm actually gonna come back

with some sh*t. Okay, baby?

You know how good

you were last night?

You were real good.

Shut up! Please.

Look at me. Look at me.

Okay, look.

Just stay here.

For crying out loud,

where the hell is he?

Just, this is really important, okay? Bye.

Hey, you want a little song maybe?

We have your favorite, okay?

Okay, ready?

I'll be back.

Ross, come in quick!

Get in here quick!

- Would you look at Taco?

- That dog's green.

He's dying, Ross. We have

to get him to the vet right now.

Oh, Jesus.

- What's wrong? What happened?

- Come on!

What happened?

She'll calm down. Just take the dog

to the doggy hospital.

Ross, come on, let's go!

What happened to the dog?

A little too much

secondhand smoke.

Ross? Please!

Maybe we should open a window.

Come on, motherf***er!

Volvo boy, just take the dog

to the damn hospital...

...and shut the door on your way out.

- Okay, I'm sorry.

- No, my baby. No, Taco.

- What was going on?

He's the f***ing cook, okay?

He makes the sh*t.

How do you breathe in there?

I almost passed out.

- Could you hold Taco, please?

- Jesus Christ, Nikki!

You're fine. Just hold him.

- He smells like sh*t!

- I have to do a rail.

- On the f***ing dash?

- I need to do a rail right now.

What the f*** am I gonna

tell the vet, Ross?

Okay.

Hi. Hi.

Somebody has to help him right away.

We'll rush him right back

to Dr. K, but first we'll need...

...the initial examination fee

of $54, ma'am.

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