The Choice Page #2

where you tell me your name.

Oh, you do, do you?

Well, no.

Okay-

Uh, all right.

Fine. Um... you know,

there's a certain type of woman

that usually shows up

here after 10:
00.

She's wearing

ratty sweatpants, no makeup,

and she's usually

only after one thing.

Oh, my God.

Are you implying

I'm here for sex?

- You are, aren't you?

- Oh, my God.

I'm kidding, I'm kidding.

I'm kidding, I'm kidding.

Could you be any more obnoxious?

- Lady, you have no idea.

- Lady! Stop calling me "lady".

- Then tell me your name.

- It is Gabby.

Hello, Gabby.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

What are you so angry about'?

I am angry

about Molly's nipples.

Your stinky-ass dog took advantage

of my sweet little girl.

Now her nipples are swollen

and she's gained 15 pounds.

She will not get out of bed,

and you play

your music too loud!

So you're saying

that Moby there knocked up your dog?

Oh, I know Moby there

knocked up my dog.

He wanders the neighborhood

day and night unsupervised.

He has been wearing her down

since the moment that we moved in.

- Wearing her down?

- That's right. You're responsible.

That's right, this is my fault.

It's all my fault.

I take full responsibility.

I've talked to him so many times

about using protection.

Don't patronize me.

- Oh, my God, you are...

- I'm sorry,

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Look, you're right.

This is serious.

This is serious.

Um, how long do we have?

I mean, how far along is she?

Oh, God.

This is so funny to you.

It's a little funny, yeah.

Well, I'm not exactly sure,

because I haven't

taken her to the vet yet.

So how do you even know

she's pregnant?

Because I'm a medical student

and I'm also a woman.

The second I knew,

the first one is...

- Oh, you did?

- ...new information.

Oh, you're so smart.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Well, I like your confidence.

And there happens to be

a fantastic clinic right here in town.

It's kind of

a father-son thing.

- Okay.

- And I want you to know,

Moby is not going to

be a deadbeat dad.

He's... this is not going to be

one of them Dirty Dancing

type situations.

Okay-

He's going to stand up

straight like a man.

Hey Somebody say Dirty Dancing?

Oh.

- Oh, my God.

- I'll be inside

eating the rest

of the mint chip.

- I'll get you the card.

- You know, I'm good.

I can probably

figure this out...

- No, for the vet.

- ...on my own.

- Good night!

- [Gabby groans]

[rock music playing on stereo]

Bam-ba-lam,

and she's always ready

Bam-ba-lam,

whoa-oh, Black Betty...

Who was that?

Nobody.

It's a new neighbor.

Already bothering

the heck out of me.

Where's the damn ice cream?

Uh-oh.

What?

I'll tell you later.

Dad says hi.

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