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but we get a decent crowd
on the weekends.
Yeah?
Okay, yeah.
[guitar]
Wow. Look at this.
And I cleaned out the fridge,
and I fixed the sink.
And check it out.
Um, I'll fix that later.
So how was your day?
Oh, okay, well,
after church,
we had a girls' lunch
at The Cheesecake Factory.
I got the salmon,
which they say is a diet item,
but the portions
are just ginormous.
Here. You can have it.
And, um, let's see,
Donna had the roast chicken,
which I thought
was a little dry.
And Sue also had the salmon.
Wow, Mom, what did everyone
have to drink?
I think everyone
had iced tea, but, uh...
Never mind.
Anyway, Sue Cunningham
sends her regards.
- Who?
- Mitchell Cunningham's mom.
You know, from high school.
- Mitch the B*tch?
- Rebecca!
Ew!
threatening freshmen
from the front seat
of his Jeep Wrangler.
Well, he's turned into
Maybe we can all
have dinner sometime.
- Yeah, that's not gonna happen.
- Maybe you'll change your mind.
Oh, oh, oh, I almost forgot.
They have a sale at Aerosoles,
and I like their comfort line,
so I got myself a pair,
40% off.
- That's great, Mom.
- Do you want some money?
There was a cute one...
Thank you for the food.
I'm starving.
I'm going to go eat this
in my room, if you don't mind.
[guitar]
Hey, you sure you don't want
a mic or like a makeshift stage?
I'll put up some boxes.
Not if it's further
from the bar.
How about this crowd, huh?
[laughs]
Yeah.
What you got going on
down there?
- Hey, Gene.
- Hi.
Listen up, folks, we got
some music for you tonight.
[Gene groans]
Be nice.
That's Gene.
He eats most of his meals here,
and he's usually drunk by 5:30.
Nice.
Nice. So you want a drink?
Ah, yes, please.
Something that'll make this
feel less like this.
- Whiskey.
- Yeah.
Uh, hey, everyone, I'm Becks.
I'm really good friends
with Dave over here.
Actually, Dave was the first guy
I ever slept with
and the last.
Anyway, it had nothing
to do with Dave.
I'm sure he's
a fantastic lay now.
I am.
But sometimes you just
gotta taste the sausage
before you realize
you're a vegan.
isn't it?
Oh, you are killing it.
Uh, Gene,
you look like you're the only
person paying attention,
so this song is for you.
Your tattoo on my pillow
Your footsteps hold the beat
A heartbreak on repeat
But she's going home
She's going home
She's leaving
Hear the traffic
through the window
And two strangers
on the street
A heartbreak on repeat
But she's going home
She's going home
She's leaving
She's leaving
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