When a Man Loves a Woman Page #3

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and come home rested, please?

- Hello. - Hey,

Dad! - You know what?

When Mama comes home, we're gonna

have a big surprise for her.

We're gonna have

the whole house clean.

Won't that be nice, huh?

- Thanks, I gotta go. Bye. Bye, girl.

- Bye.

- Thanks. Bye. Thanks.

- Bye. Have fun.

Safe trip.

- Bye, Mom. I love you! -

Bye, bye. - Love you! Bye!

- Okay, let's go.

- Don't clean too hard.

It's a press-on tattoo.

Just in case. You never know

what might happen in Mexico.

Found a guy at the beach

who'll watch us have sex.

Ooh.

- A local?

- Mm-hmm.

- Come on, honey.

- Ooh. Okay.

Come on.

Baby, gotta tell you something.

Listen.

I think we should do this

more often.

I do... because...

they paid you to fly here,

I got a pass...

the hotel

is a remarkable discount.

There are meals, as you've

said before, Johnny.

You gotta eat anyway,

so we can afford this.

- Not unless they comp the drinks.

- Ah.

What's that supposed

to mean, hmm?

- Hey. - You lookin' for a

fight, buster? - No, I'm not.

- Buster, buster. Wait, wait, wait. I got a bruise here.

- Sit down, Alice. Alice, please.

- Hey! Alice!

- If you wanna fight, I can give you...

- all the trouble you can handle.

- Sit down. Okay, great. I know you can.

Alice, sit down. Sit!

- Sit.

- Woof.

Alice! Alice!

I'm waiting for my spanking.

I know we have pressures.

And we need to have fun.

But wringing you out at the end of an

evening is less fun than it used to be.

And thinking back, it's been going on

for quite a while, Alice.

What's wrong, baby?

Can you talk about it?

You scared me last night.

Didn't you scare you?

Huh? What's gonna happen?

I'm gonna stop drinking

so much.

Last night was the best thing that

could've happened to straighten my ass out.

I promise you.

I promise me.

- Hey!

- Jessie! Ow!

- Pinatas!

- They're here!

- Oh, honey, don't get dirty.

- Casey!

- Hi- Hey!

- Someone's getting married.

Hi, pretty girl.

- Hi, Casey, honey.

- You look wonderful.

- Hey.

- Oh, my God, I hope those pinatas aren't full of candy.

- Let me take this for you, darling.

- Hi. Hi, Daddy.

- Hi. Wow, man. - Good to see

ya. - Hey, Pops, how are you?

- Hi, Mom.

- Hi, honey.

- I smell Murphy's Oil.

- Yes, I used it a lot.

Sh*t!

Well, everything's fine

on the curb.

Garbage compulsion.

I feel much better now.

Come on, baby, it's late.

Casey.

You're not going to Dana's.

Case, I think we're gonna have to fill out

one of these homicide reports for Felicia.

- She's soaking off her make-up.

- Oh.

- Did I miss something?

- She didn't do her book report, so she can't go to Dana's.

- It's not due till Monday.

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