Striptease

Always considering

the best interest...

. . .and well-being of the child.

Therefore, you may make visitation. . .

. . .every other week

and Christmas Eve. . .

. . .and on Easter Sunday,

wearing your pretty Easter outfits.

Your honor, my ex-husband is addicted

to pills and he's a thief!

Because of his record, I lost

my job as a secretary for the FBl.

He was the finest high-school

tailback I ever saw.

Of course he's had his run-ins

with the law, but he's. . .

. . .made his accommodations

with the authorities.

Being an informer

for the vice squad. . .

. . .hardly qualifies him

to raise a seven-year-old!

Neither does being

a mother without a job!

But I lost it because of him!

Little lady. . .

. . .my decision is final.

Next case.

The big man's here!

-When does she go on?

-Pretty soon, Jerry.

-Welcome to Eager Beaver, gentlemen.

-Thank you.

Keep it close.

-Keep it very close.

-You got it.

Last stop, okay?

-What do you say, congressman?

-Poontang.

The night is young

and full of promise, my boy.

Great!

Now look, this has to be

the last one. Now I told--

Come on!

We got a rehearsal tomorrow.

Melissa thinks I'm in temple.

What if she calls?

We've got the legendary

twin temples from Fort Lauderdale.

Miss Urbana Sprawl wrapping up

on the great stage.

Nice spot, isn't it, Erb?

It's very uplifting, sir.

-Jerry, the usual Evian with lime?

-Please.

From Paris, France. . .

. . .put it together

for the fabulous Monique, Jr. !

Oh, my God. I love you!

That song is killing me!

Those babies gonna wind up in traction,

you don't play some ballads.

God, it's freezing!

They could store meat in here.

In fact, they do store meat in here.

No, I've been trying all day!

Are you positive?

No, thank you.

-Can't reach her?

-Darrell's phone's out of order.

I just know he's moved with her

again to some new dump.

God, what a nightmare!

He drives around with her in that van.

Drinking, taking pills. . . .

He doesn't even think about

putting a seat belt on her.

He's a dirtbag!

You hang in there, honey.

You'll get Angela back.

That judge will see the light.

It's expensive light,

I'll tell you that.

It's gonna cost me $1 5,000

for this appeal.

Is there even a chance

I can make that in six weeks?

You'll have to dance day and night

and hope some Arab sheik shows up.

I love you, girls, I do. But I can't

work here when I go back to court.

"Your honor, I found a new job.

I'm working at the Eager Beaver. "

It's honest work.

You have nothing to be ashamed of.

I know that and you know that.

But the judge won't.

Not him.

God, I still get nauseous

before I have to go out there.

You'll get over it.

Really? I can't imagine that.

You guys having a good time?

Here's the lucky guy!

You've come to the right place.

Monique!

Look at these hunks!

We're having a party!

Keep an eye on them bachelors.

They look like real trouble.

It's time to strap yourselves in

because you are going for a ride!

In her eighth week here. . .

. . .put your hands together

and make her feel good.

For the one, the only Erin Grant!

How about that!

-Larry King's at table six.

-What's he wearing?

-Tank top and gold chains

-That's Larry, all right.

-How do I look?

-Better than me.

That ain't easy.

You talk to her?

Darrell's phone's out of order.

I think he moved again.

I'd embrace the opportunity

to maim his white ass up.

That's really thoughtful, but I

don't think it'd help me in court.

Erin, come on.

I can't have an empty stage.

Man, let the chumps wait!

Going to the head.

You'll behave?

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