Night of the Living Deb

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..Sheds His grace on thee...

Hey, Dad.

Man, "F" this wannabe holiday!

What!??

The Fourth of July?

You hate the Fourth of July?

- Yes.

- It's America's birthday!

- You don't like birthdays?

- After the bottle-rocket smoke clears,

day after tomorrow, all these

mouth-breathers are gonna be in my store

buying half-off Christmas ornaments.

You know it and I know it.

- I don't know if I know it.

- Oh?

What are you looking at'? Oh, wow!

Fifty Shades of He-e-ey!

Go talk to him!

- No. He's... He's busy.

- He should be gettin' busy with you.

I... I can't go over there. What if he...

What if he slaps me'?

What? What if'? What if instead of writing

the Declaration of Independence,

George Washington Wrote the

Declaration of Suffering in Silence

with Your Raging Lady-boner'?

- Okay.

- What if instead of freeing the slaves,

Abraham Lincoln said,

"Ye shall not pass!"

Okay, well, that's was Gandalf,

but I know where you're going.

Go talk to him.

I can't go over to that guy. He's like an

angel that's come down from outer space.

Yeah, so ask him to probe you. Miaow!

- I can't... I can't do it.

- Yes, you can!

Look. Mister Pretty's off the phone.

Come on, do it.

How many of those have you had'?

You seem drunk.

I'm drunk. Deb, I haven't had dinner.

Deb! Deb! Deb!

Deb! Deb! Deb! Deb! Deb!

- Okay! Here goes nothing!

- Deb! Deb! Deb! Do it!

Deb! Deb! Deb! Deb!

- Oh, sorry.

- Deb...

Deb, do it now. Go.

See you.

Oh, f*ck me!

Uh!

Oh!

Ah!

Oh!

What the...'?

Well, I think... I noticed that

she had red hair and that's about it.

Stacy and I had this fight,

then this person and I started drinking

and talking and drinking.

And the rest is kind of a blur.

No, now she's here. She's still here. Yeah.

And I don't know how to get rid of her.

No, I can't force her out.

I'm not gonna pull the fire alarm.

- White Russian and a whisky neat.

- Thanks, Billy.

Oh, by gosh!

You know my drink? Woah!

Well, here's to the long,

straight piece in Tetris. Clink!

So, er...

I'm upset, too.

What are you doing in this gin joint'?

Let me talk some sense into him.

Uh-huh. He looks drunk and ready to explain

himself. Yeah. We'll get back to you. Okay.

Ryan, that was your dad.

Please explain to me why you told

him to take that job and shove it'?

- No, I never said...

- He said you did.

I told him I thought long and hard,

but I had to turn him down.

- I was gonna tell you tonight.

- I am your fiance, all right'?

You tell me before you make

any stupid decisions.

And What exactly can we

do for you, Fraggle'?

I...I'm sorry. This gentleman bought me

a drink and we were having a conservation.

Are you drinking his White Russian?

I told you that was a girl's drink.

This is your drink?

Well, it was.

I'm sorry. I drink them, too.

I just thought you were

being amazingly intuitive.

Oh, good for you, sweetie. Why don't you just

take it with our compliments, all right'?

- Billy! Another Russian and a Bird over here.

- Coming up.

Ryan, you need to call your dad

right now. You can still get this job...

Stacy, I'm not Working

for my father's company.

We have this all figured out!

You and I are gonna get married, your dad

is gonna get old, we're gonna take over.

What is going on with you'? Are you

still into this "helping" people thing?

I am done talking about this. Okay'? Like

she said, we were having a conversation.

Really? What's her name then?

- Estelle.

- Deborah.

What!?? You... you know my name'?!

No, I... You looked like a Deborah,

so obviously I was wrong.

No, my name is Deborah. You were right!

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