Carolina Page #4

You're pregnant?

How can you be pregnant?

The usual way.

Do you know who the father is?

Excuse me?

I mean, of course, of course|you know who the father is. Right?

I do.

Well, do you want me|to go with you?

I'm gonna keep it.

You're gonna raise a baby|all by yourself?

You don't have a job.|You've never had a job.

I tried to get ajob once.

I didn't have the right shoes.

Don't tell grandma, okay?

I'll tell her.|When the time's right.

Okay?

Grandma, have you read|Daphne St. Claire's new book?

Oh, you're damned straight|I have.

That's what you need, girl.

A man like Ashlen China|from "Roughing it at Midnight."

Ashlen's from "Moonlight Rhapsody."|He's not her type.

You read the romances, Marilyn?

Oh, I already know|all I need to know.

I bet you do.

I like you, Albert, because you're|a man who has no shame about reading

the romances.

Did you read|"Love's Sacred Desire"?

Crap!

You didn't like "Desire"?

No. That Daphne St. Claire|shot her wad on that one.

Too much talking,|not enough loving.

What she needs to do is get drunk|and howl at the moon.

I agree.

You could use a little howling|yourself, honey.

I'm focusing on my career.

Okay, but your titties aren't gonna|stay perfect forever, you know.

Well, that's what surgery's for.

Right.

You got one big problem, Carolina.|It's called bad man picking.

How can you say that when you've|only met one guy I've been with?

I don't need to meet the rooster|when I got the hen right here.

And the hen's not happy.

The hen is, too, happy.

The hen looks down on|her grandma

cause the grandma leads her life|exactly anyway she damn pleases.

In fact,|the hen hates her grandma

- cause of that.|- I do not.

It'sjust that I would|do things differently.

Oh, really, how's that?

Everybody.

I have an announcement to make.|This year

I'm gonna have a formal Christmas|sit-down dinner

at my house. And I hope|all of you can make it.

This is where we eat, Carolina.|You know that.

- But wouldn't it be nice if...?|- Lf?

If a frog had wings he wouldn't|bump his ass so much. No.

Well, what about you guys?

Anyone?

Daddy?

Why don't you girlsjust figure this|out and tell me where you want me?

I can't believe he just sat there|and did nothing.

He was drunk.

That was his excuse when he drove us|off the overpass when I was ten.

What happened.

We all died, Albert.

The reservoir was full of sand.

She'll never come, will she?

She'll come.

Hey, I can't even wait|for Christmas.

Night.

Welcome to our local show.

I'm Desie Dean.

Welcome to the Perfect Date|pre-show.

First, to warm us up, my friends|swami Hemichandra.

La-mastra everybody. The warm up|is stand up, everybody cold.

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