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What?

What, it can't even wait for me

to get off the phone?

- I just can't do it.

- What can't you do?

You can't do inventory,

or shipping?

What'd I do?

What, did Ed say

something wrong?

Suddenly you're

the sensitive type?

I didn't say anything.

Nah, it's not that.

I've kept your job

open for a year,

you've been

working for me for 12 years.

I would like to know

the reason.

You're just upset.

Whoo!

Hee-hee!

Finally, babe,

people in this town

need some goddamn

plumbing done.

Yeah!

Underground routing at

Goodwin's Car Wash.

Underground, baby.

It's leaking, it's all shot

to sh*t, and they know it.

They know it's

gonna cost them, too.

I tried to tell them about,

like, I'm sorry for 'em,

y'know, real serious,

like I was worried about 'em,

but they said yes!

All new pipes!

How was your day,

how's work?

Ahh... No, I got it.

- I took the day off.

- Yeah.

Oh, my God, oh, my God.

It's a whole...

it's a whole underground system.

I mean, it could take two weeks,

serious billable cash.

How come you

didn't go to work?

No reason.

Personal day.

Yeah.

Yeah, you could use it.

Yeah.

Goddamn,

I gotta get a beer.

Hey.

Finally got

the girls to sleep.

Boy.

You all right?

Can I ask you

some stuff?

Yeah.

Okay, what kind of stuff?

Well, you know, Shannon's been

real worried about you.

And...

Well, I just want you to

know that...

I don't know, if...

if you did do something

over there,

or saw something

or did something

of a personal nature...

A personal nature?

Well, I just would

rather know, okay?

I would rather know if you did,

I'm not saying you did.

Whatever.

I just... I know all kinds of

things can happen...

... like with your

unit or anything.

Well, Shannon, sure as sh*t,

wouldn't understand anything.

I can tell you that

right now.

What, Kel,

understand what?

Nothing.

So that's it?

Yeah.

All right.

All right, there is

this one thing

that I didn't tell you about

that I should have told you

about before.

I don't know,

I, uh, I just found...

I just... it's stupid, but I

just... I couldn't do it anymore,

so... I quit.

You quit what,

quit the Guard?

No, no, no, no, no,

I still have that.

I just...

At the warehouse.

I quit.

You quit your job?

Yeah, it's not

my fault, I...

How is it not your fault?

It just doesn't mean anything,

you know, it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter?

- Really?

- No, that came out wrong.

Kel, listen.

I've been playing

Mr. Mom over here, okay,

covered in f***ing puke

and baby sh*t

and we can't sit around

and hope that some a**hole

gets enough hair in his shower

and needs me to come over

and snake it out.

It does matter.

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