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but they are...

smooch...

beautiful.

Yeah, but wouldn't it

just be cheaper

if we built a sunroom

on our house?

We don't have the acreage

on our property.

We could build

a tennis court here.

We don't have any

tennis players in our family.

Maybe you could learn.

We could put

a tennis court in now

if I wanted to learn, Mickey.

Well, yeah, we could put in

an aboveground pool too.

But we might as well

be back in queens.

It wouldn't be

such a bad thing, would it?

- To be back in queens?

- Yeah.

Come on, mom. Don't argue.

It's your birthday.

We'll be inside.

You could have

at least warned me.

I mean, a decision like this

you make without asking me,

moving our family?

It's next door.

We're not moving.

We're upgrading, you know?

In with the new.

Out with the old.

f***er.

What is it with queens?

She's like Dorothy

in The Wizard of Oz.

It's different there.

She had her neighbors around

to complain to.

Takes her mind off the problems.

What problems?

She doesn't have

any problems.

You sound like dad.

I do?

They don't even f*** anymore.

What? How the f***

do you know that?

You know the rubbers

under dad's bed

we used to use

as water balloons?

Ew, yeah.

They haven't been there

in over a year.

Okay, well, first of all,

that's sick

to even think about,

and second, she's coming,

so shut the f*** up.

Found them

in my window well.

What if they have parents

who will be worried

if they don't come home?

Yeah, if frogs worry,

I guess.

What do you think would

happen if I didn't come home?

They'd look for you.

Who?

I don't know.

Maybe they'd send

Blaze salad f***.

I'm kidding.

Really, I'm... you know, I'm sorry

he never asked you out.

It was weird

seeing you get your ass kicked.

Well, he's bigger than me.

Wasn't a fair fight.

Yeah, but... I don't know...

I felt like you were,

like, my, uh...

my little brother or something.

Really?

Your brother?

Yeah.

Yeah, I better go.

What? No, come on.

I'm... I'm kidding.

I was joking.

I didn't... I didn't mean it

in a bad way.

No, I was...

I was just kidding.

- I'm not mad.

- God, you're being such a...

no, you're supposed

to smother it with something.

Then you can pull it out.

Shut up.

Can you just shut up

and let me do this?

What is wrong with you?

Is it a bad one, dad?

Yeah.

What do you mean,

a bad one?

Deer tick.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Yeah.

Well, where did it happen,

outside or in the house or...

I don't know.

It's filled with blood.

Oh, my god.

Scotty, I'm so...

how are you feeling?

You feeling okay?

- I'm so sorry.

- Yeah, I'm fine.

He'll probably have

to get a...

What?

Blood transfusion.

I'm kidding.

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