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Okay, well, I'm gonna need the car to get over there.

And since you would have been my best man, you should probably throw it for me. Yeah.

- No job at all. - Mmm.

- Please don't - - I don't want to though.

How are you not grasping this situation?

- Divorce! - What? What did you just say?

- This is where I take a shower. This is where I live, Dennis.

Why would you think that you needed to sign a phone bill?

and I'm inclined to agree with him.

- You think it's gonna be that easy, dude? - Well, yeah, of course.

What? Dennis, do not talk to me that way. I am your wife.

I-I froze up. He's great.

I just kidnapped Bill Ponderosa's kids.

- Ooh. Ouch. - Yeah.

You're my boy toy. No, I'm not gonna leave our apartment -

Well, that was quick, guys.

- Oh, I don't work. - Oh.

And you also acquired Miss Ponderosa's debt.

- I knew you were seeing someone else! - Honey, no -

Yikes. Shit's getting pretty real for you, huh?

'Cause I remember marrying Maureen Ponderosa.

- She means business. - Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Oh, not bad. Yeah, not bad. I'm getting a divorce.

That's the third morning in a row you've done that.

Now do I write the word "too," or should I write the number "2"?

You guys, uh, have any questions?

- I bring nothing to the table! - You bring nothing to the table!

Yeah, he's excellent. But he slapped a restraining order on us. We can't use him.