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And I mean, everywhere!

Well, falafel, sure.

This is corn!

-What is this, a mutiny?

-I don't think so.

No chance that I'm gonna roll

around naked in creamed corn. . .

. . .with drunken yahoos trying

to stick niblets up my hoo-hah.

Not naked. Topless.

Health Department won't go for naked.

Not with food products.

I always liked the Health Department.

So you'll think about it?

-Not for one second.

-Erin!

Please!

You're getting a big following here.

Even with that sh*t music,

the guys love you.

You go into the corn, you set

a great example to the other girls.

I got it!

How about pasta wrestling?

Now, that's classy.

Linguine, rigatoni?

Just nothing with meat or fish.

Orly, if I wanted to wrestle. . .

. . .I would've joined

the World Wrestling Federation.

-And speaking of real class?

-What's the problem?

We hate these.

They degrade women and beavers.

I'll take it under advisement.

But just the coasters and the napkins.

Not the sign.

That's a landmark!

Good night, darlin' .

For you, Miss Grant.

They're beautiful, Jerry.

Thank you.

You can call me Erin--

I can't.

I worship you too much.

Believe me. . .

. . .I'm no one to be worshiped.

I'm just trying to make a living.

I worship your essence.

If you were a nurse or a teacher,

I'd feel the same.

You receive my note?

I did and, you know, I was wondering

what you had in mind.

I believe I can help you

get your daughter back.

I believe I can

get to Judge Fingerhut.

-How?

-Through. . .

. . .a certain congressman who

I'm certain will listen to me. . .

. . .because I know some things.

Things? Really?

Well, you know what, Jerry?

You're really a terrific guy. . .

. . .and so supportive of me

ever since I started here.

Maybe you shouldn't--

Just give me a week.

Good night, my precious.

Melissa thinks I was in synagogue

the night this happened.

What do I tell her?

You left synagogue and a gang

of skinheads jumped you.

In the meantime, we'll develop these,

we'll see what we have.

I see mucho damages. These strip

joints are insured up the ass.

My neck really feels better,

Uncle Al.

Oh, yeah?

How's it feel now?

Call Little Caesar's.

Order me a health pizza.

Get some for yourself.

No, thank you, sir.

I'm dieting.

I'll just grab a yogurt

out of the fridge.

This is a major disaster!

Major. Unbelievable.

Without doubt. . .

. . .the most asinine piece

of human behavior.

It's never gonna

happen again, Malcolm.

I've got it under control.

You see. . .

. . .I just love naked women.

It's a character flaw.

God's testing me--

Oh, will you shut up!

You idiot.

You can't talk to me like that.

I'm a U.S. congressman.

I can't?

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