What Happens In Vegas...

Do I attract you?

Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?

Am I too dirty?

Am I too flirty?

Do I like what you like?

Why don't you like me?

Why don't you like me

Without making me try?

I try to be like Grace Kelly

But all her looks were too sad

so I try a little Freddie

I've gone identity mad!

I could be brown

I could be blue

Gotta be everything more

Why don't you like me?

Why don't you like me?

Why don't you walk out the door?

- Here you go, sweetie.

- Oh, thanks.

I tried banana nut sprout this morning.

Thought, you know,

a little change of pace,

thought somebody deserves

something special for his birthday.

Yeah. It's good.

Okay, so I made

reservations tonight at Babbo at 8:30.

I thought maybe we could talk about,

you know, setting a date?

Did you just make a plan to make a plan?

- Did I just do that again?

- Yeah, you did.

- Sorry.

- It's all right.

All right, I'll see you later, okay?

- Hey, hey, hey! Love you.

- Love you, too.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Happy birthday!

- You, too!

Hello, sir.

Would you like to buy some cookies?

I would. I really would. I just...

Unfortunately, I don't have any money.

I don't have any cookies.

Jack?

I need a key.

Wow.

Wow. That...

A key?

What? No! I want a key.

Like an actual key to your apartment

so I don't have to wait outside

when I'm dressed

in these little slutty outfits.

I don't want to live with you.

No offense.

And you know I mean this

in the nicest possible way.

You're not exactly

serious boyfriend/marriage material.

And I pride myself on that.

I gotta go. I'll see you next week.

What're we doing?

Mother of the baby saved from the fire

and the sexy shirtless fireman?

I could be brown

I could be blue

I could be violet sky

I could be hurtful

I could be purple

I could be anything you like

Gotta be green

Gotta be mean

Gotta be everything more

Why don't you like me?

Why don't you like me?

Why don't you walk out the door?

I could be brown

I could be blue

Gotta be everything more

Why don't you like me?

Why don't you like me?

Why don't you walk out the door?

- McNally.

- Chong.

Not now.

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey! Here we go! Yeah!

That's looking good! All right!

That's good form right there.

Let's keep that up, huh?

That's a beautiful veneer. Just throw that

on the edge-band and we're set.

- All right!

- Hey, Jack?

- Do you know what time it is?

- What? I can't hear you over the saw.

We're in the zone over here.

I don't want to lose focus.

That's how people lose fingers, huh?

- You're fired.

- All right. We are fired up, boys!

You are fired!

All right.

I'll play you for it. You win, I'm out.

I win. I get a second chance.

It's not a second chance

when you've had a hundred of them.

Oh! Nine-seven! Keeping my job! Yeah!

Okay. All right.

- I'll give you one.

- Do you know what?

You're supposed to be the future boss,

but you're too busy

being the life of the party.

At some point, you're gonna have

to step up and be a man.

- Eight-nine! Unemployment!

- Okay, man. You want to play?

Nine-nine! Food stamps! Tastes so good.

- Okay, that's not even a shot.

- The boss got game! The boss got game!

Ten-nine. This is it, Jack.

- You know what? This is ridiculous.

- You know what? That's your problem.

You can't handle the pressure. As soon

as you think you're going to lose, you quit.

Game over, Jack.

Don't get me wrong.

You're like a son to me.

- Dad, I am your son.

- Yeah, and it's time to cut the cord.

Let's go clean out your desk.

Mason has no idea, not an idea at all.

- That you're pathetic, or...

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