Home Sweet Hell Page #3

- No, but I'm a...

I have a wife and kids,

and this is a family furniture store.

Come on, Donny. Don't make me beg.

I can't, I can't, I can't...

You only live once, Donny.

What are you...?

Oh, don't stop.

Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah!

Pop that champagne inside of me!

- Okay.

- Oh, pop it! Pop it!

Here comes the champagne! Yes!

Give it to me, baby!

Don't over season.

I won't.

And stick to 1/3 pound burgers.

I hate when the meat gets too thick.

I know.

Did you invite Dusty to the party?

She said that she was busy.

Well, she's a liar.

So you're...

- Oh, yeah, sure.

- Thank you.

- Let me... Yeah, yeah.

- You're so sweet.

Thank you.

We finally meet after all this time.

Hi. I have heard so much about you.

Yeah, I said a lot.

I don't usually mingle with

the employees...

...but you are the employee of the month

so that deserves some celebration, no?

Where's your kid?

Oh, babysitter.

Oh. That's a shame. We love children,

Yes...

I'm glad that you could come.

Today. Here. At our house.

Have a wonderful time.

Oh, God...

Crohn's.

Hey.

You sexy thing...

What are you doing here, Dusty?

You cannot be here.

What's the big deal? We work together.

The big deal...?

Mona senses everything.

She's very perceptive. It's f***ing eerie.

Oh, no. She's doesn't know a thing.

Listen, just go.

Make up something and leave.

- I want to ask you something first, okay?

- Okay, go.

- Do you care for me?

- Yeah. What? What?

Do you care for me?

More than the moon and the stars.

- That's really good to know.

- Great. Now can you go?

You've gotta leave now.

This is my family time. My family is here.

Don, I'm pregnant.

- I don't have time for this.

- Three tests.

But how long have we been...?

When you... No. You're not on the pill?

How can you not be on the pill?

What happened to "Pop that champagne

inside of me, Don"?

I wasn't supposed to be able to.

There were

only a couple days a month.

It's okay.

Okay. So, what are we gonna do?

We gonna be adults about this?

We're gonna...

- I wanna have it.

- You wanna have it.

- What do you mean, you wanna have it?

- I promise I won't tell anyone.

Oh, my God, I think I'm gonna be sick.

If Mona finds out, she'll take everything.

The kids, the store, everything.

She may even kill you.

Hey.

Why don't you try to pay Dusty off?

You know? Give her some money.

Well, she seems like the kind of girl

into that sort of thing.

What do you mean?

- Well, she's, you know, loose.

- What did you say?

Well, she's doing you

all over the furniture store.

Maybe she's got the mind

to take some money.

No. No. How much?

Flatter her.

Seven grand.

Where? I don't have seven grand.

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