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ANYTHING FOR YOU.

-HIGH FIVE.

-KABUL.

-KA-BUL! YEA.

WOW. KABUL.

YEA!

SUNDAY DINNER IS A SACRED

TRADITION IN THIS FAMILY.

LIKE YOM KIPPUR OR HANUKAH.

OR THE SUPER BOWL.

NOBODY LOVES THE SUPER BOWL

MORE THAN YOUR MOTHER.

WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO DEB?

SHE'S SO INTO HERSELF.

("SAFE IN L.A."

BY GOLD MOTEL PLAYS)

HI.

OK. OK. NO TIME FOR A TOUR.

-HERE IS THE KEYS.

-OK.

AND I WILL SKYPE.

THE COMPUTER'S ON THE DESK.

THE TV DOWNSTAIRS IS BROKEN.

SORRY.

IT'S OK.

THERE'S A GREAT SHABU-SHABU

PLACE AROUND THE CORNER.

YOU GOT TO CHECK THAT OUT.

WHAT ELSE?

I LEFT YOU A LITTLE SOMETHING

UPSTAIRS. THANK YOU.

AND, UH,

IT IS SUCH A MESS IN THERE.

OH, DON'T WORRY ABOUT THAT.

I'LL GET ALL YOUR STUFF

UNPACKED FOR YOU.

AND IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE

YOU NEED?

(SIGHS) EVERYTHING.

ART ON THE WALLS, PLANTS,

BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO--

HEY, IT'S ME. DORFMAN.

YOU ALWAYS TAKE CARE OF ME.

(ENGINE STARTS)

ELMER.

IT'S YOUR AUNTY DEB.

OH...POOP.

SIX DAYS.

(SNORTS)

NO WAY.

OH.

MY PRESENT.

THINGS TO SEE.

AND POSSIBLY SHARE.

-IT WILL BE DONE, ELMER.

(MEOW)

BECAUSE NOTHING ON EARTH CAN

QUELL THE FLAMES OF MY HEART.

(MEOW)

-OH!

(YOWLS)

BERT, YOU BARELY ATE

TWO BITES OF DINNER.

AT LEAST HAVE SOME FLAN.

YOUR MOTHER COULDN'T EAT FLAN.

IT GAVE HER PHLEGM.

IT'S BEEN

OVER A YEAR ALREADY, POP.

YOU GOT TO SNAP OUT OF THIS.

I'M SORRY I'M SUCH A BUMMER

FOR YOU, DANIEL.

I'LL JUST SIT OUTSIDE

AND HOPE THE COYOTES GET ME.

("FAST AS I CAN"

BY NADIA FAY PLAYS)

(MEOW)

ELMER, STOP, YOU LITTLE BRAT.

(MEOW)

-BETTER GET USED TO ME.

I PLAN ON SPENDING

A LOT OF TIME HERE.

WOMAN ON IPOD:

HE WAS DETERMINED TO BRING HER

TO THE PINNACLE OF ECSTASY

AS THE HEAT OF THEIR PASSION

WHIRLED AROUND THEM,

COCOONING THEM IN SILKEN

STRANDS OF PLEASURE.

DESIRE TOOK ON A FINE,

SHARP EDGE.

(PHONE RINGS)

THIS IS DEB.

I THOUGHT POP:

WAS GETTING BETTER.

DEB:
HE IS. SIX MONTHS AGO,

HE WOULDN'T GET OUT OF BED.

AND NOW HE WON'T STOP

WATCHING QVC.

YOU KNOW HOW MOM LOVED

THAT STUFF. GOD, HE ADORED HER.

TRUE THAT.

I MISS MOM. I EVEN MISS IT--

YEAH, DEB, I AM CLUELESS

ABOUT HOW TO HELP POP.

YOU GOT TO GET SOMEBODY ELSE

TO WATCH JAY'S DOG.

CAT, NO. NO WAY. JAY NEEDS ME.

YOU CAN HANDLE POP UNTIL

SATURDAY. I'LL BE HOME THEN.

COME ON. YOU'RE MY ROCK, DAN.

ROCK AND ROLL.

OK.

(DOGS BARKING)

HEY. I'M LIL G. AND YOU ARE?

OH, I'M DEB. I'M JUST STAYING

IN 719 FOR THE WEEK.

I'M CAT SITTING.

OH. AND HOW WAS YOUR DAY,

D-TOWN DEB?

OH, I DON'T REMEMBER.

I WAS STUCK IN TRAFFIC

THE LAST HOUR AND A HALF

FROM ENCINO.

WELL, TOMORROW, YOU MIGH WANT TO TRY TAKING THE METRO

TO THE VALLEY.

NO STRESS, NO MESS.

OK.

GOD, I DON'T KNOW

WHAT I'M DOING HERE.

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