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Morning, Billy.
I got Oxy, Vicodin, Percocet,
Xanax, Adderall, morphine, and Valium.
Five bucks a pill, less if you buy in bulk.
No, no, no, no. If I can't buy my
girlfriend's mom drinks, what good am I?
No damn good.
- What do you call that? - Death. Bottoms up.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Motherfucker.
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Oh, shit.
Hey.
Aah!
Gah!
Should we try to stop them?
Not until some clothes come off.
Lenny, what the fuck, man?
This isn't a litter box.
Where did you dump the asbestos?
You know what? You know what?
Don't tell me. It's better that I don't know.
How many mamas we know in the hood
still feeding their babies titty milk?
Whoa, no IV drugs. Pump it pure.
Where's the keg?
A little early to be drinking, isn't it?
A tough night for the new liver.
How much you give me... for this?
Take him back right now, man.
We left Billy here last night?
I'm sorry about that, buddy.
Oh, my God, he's dead. I touched a dead guy.
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Whoo-ee!
Shift change.
Russian hour is over.
It's Kentucky time.
Ladies and gentlemen,
announcing the latest addition to the Ball family,
Amy and Gemma!
Oh, nice!
Why do you drink
To get drunk!
- And why do you all smoke - To get high!
Now everybody
Have you heard
All right, place your bets. Thank you.
Nine...
- Thirty, thirty-one... - Uh-oh.
Thirty-two...
Oh!
Do it!
You may kiss the bride.
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Yeah!
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Do you wanna open a whorehouse?
No, of course not.
Just a rub and tug.
Just wanna know if you, uh...
want a hand job.
Hey, hand me my phone, would you?
Might wanna toss that minnow back into the lake, Lorenzo.
Holy shit, look at the hog on Stan.
I've heard rumors about that thing.
What's he doing with the belt around his neck
while he's taking a piss?
He was jacking off, Kev.
And strangling himself at the same time.
Why?
'Cause it feels good.
Oh
You said we were all doing the full Monty.
Out.
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City of Chicago says
all bars are closed until further notice.
Go, go, go!
Hide in the back. This is what we practiced.
We are absolutely complying
with the mayor's very smart decision
to close all bars and taverns.
- What the fuck, Kev? - Oh, my... come on.
Hail, 'rona survivors! What?
Where is everyone?
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It's our parent-teacher call, Kev.
Okay, be right there.
Okay, girls. Breakfast of champions.
Have a good day at school.
- Kev! - Coming.
Hi, Mrs. Cardenas. How's it going?
Good morning, Kev. I was just telling Veronica...
Amy is smart and Gemma's a dumbass.
- What? - I didn't say it
exactly like that, but... yes.
Gemma's been falling behind in her schoolwork.
There's schoolwork in kindergarten?
Gemma's been logging off the Zoom call
right after I take attendance.
That's genius.
- Kev. - That's wrong.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Is she watching a YouTube video?
Looks that way from here.
Children this age, most parents
stay on the Zoom call with their kids.
The whole time?
That's, like, six hours of our day.
If you want Gemma to keep up with the other children,
I suggest you participate in her education.
What work could they possibly have? It's kindergarten.
- This is all my fault. - What is?
Why Gemma's dumb.
It's my eggs. I wasn't supposed to have kids
in the first place.
I think we should have our own kid.
Could we start right now?
Veronica...
I got 20 minutes left on my break.
That should give us enough time
to go three times, easy.
Just... hey.
It's okay. I'll do all the work.
- Maybe later. - Oh, come on.
The best part about making a baby
is you get to have sex while we're doing it.
I need to know the truth. Can I have a damn baby or not?
You have a 99.999 chance of not getting pregnant.
So I'll just be carrying it,
and you two take it from me when it comes out?
- Yes, Mom. - 'Cause Lord knows
I am too old to be raising an infant.
Not much in there.
We could've used an eyedropper.
Jeez, Kevin.
Bottoms up.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
Kev is just gonna lie down with you
for procreation, not sex.
What is the difference?
It's clinical, so no one enjoys it.
Millions of sperm died in that turkey baster.
Uh-uh, no. Honey, this is an express bus
to The Maury Povich Show.
What kind of hard liquor you got, and how much?
Okay, let's get this going.
Knock it off, Mama.
Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
W-what's with the KKK costume?
I saw them use something like this
at that super-Jewy wedding
I went to last year.
It keeps the skin from touching,
acts as a barrier.
I feel like a ghost prostitute.
Why she didn't cut me a mouth hole.
How am I supposed to... whoa! Hello.
Looks like I got a visitor down there.
Can I take this off my face?
No! No!
How many more times are we gonna have to do this?
Until we complete the mission.
You're Luke Skywalker, and it's up to you
to shoot one in and destroy the Death Star.
N-n-no, not there. No.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
You-you got a-a shoehorn or something?
Can you not talk, please? Just don't say a word.
- Come on, you piece of shit! - Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!
- Mama, get on it. - Mm.
Oh! Ah!
Oh, man.
Hold that thought. Mom!
Jump in between us. Hurry up.
Oh, yeah, that's it.
Ooh, yeah, that's it.
Ooh, bring it home.
Bring it home, baby. Ooh!
Stop, stop.
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
Stop!
You people wanna have a baby? Beautiful.
Find another way to do it.
I can't be working under these conditions.
All right, we'll call you.
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Oh, flex.
Flex.
You gotta be shitting me.
Attention, people!
Kevin is gonna be a daddy!
Really?
Look at the stick, people!
Beware. For the rest of the night,
I am stirring cocktails with this stick.
You are doing amazing, honey.
- How would you know? - Because you're making
all the right sounds. Remember that birthing video
with the chick making all the buffalo noises?
You're totally making those noises.
Would you like to stand around here with us?
No, I'm good.
You don't wanna watch?
Oh, honey, I was over there earlier,
and I saw some... hardcore shit, like, horror movie shit.
No, I'm gonna stay with you.
Nnh! I am so sorry I can't help.
I'm useless at this.
You know, Tommy says that in some cultures,
men aren't even allowed near the birth,
just a bunch of women in tents, which makes sense,
because I would be so much more useful
if I was out hunting moose or something.
Ooh, shut up. Shut the fuck up, Kevin.
- Please shut the fuck up. - Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
The nurses just left them here
like we know what the fuck we're doing.
This is Amy, and that's Gemma.
Right, now, uh, tell me again.
Um, this one's Amy.
Uh... I think so.
I mean, I know their names.
I'm just not 100 percent yet
on which one is which.
This is not your fault, V.
Gemma is not dumb.
Mrs. Cardenas has no idea what she's talking about.
Is she drawing on her face?
If Gemma were in real school,
this wouldn't even be an issue.
How the hell is anybody
supposed to learn anything on a damn iPad?
She doesn't even have to go to kindergarten.
It's not like it's a law or something.
Yeah, but I don't want her to fall behind.
Okay, fine.
You home-school Gemma. You're a smarty-pants.
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Wait, so you're a nurse, Veronica?
- Used to be. - Lying bitch.
Fine... but I was offered a place
in the nursing school.
Fine, but it never happened.
They fired her for selling medical supplies on eBay.
Holy crap.
I'm a ghetto nurse.
Better for folks around here to come to me
than wait 18 hours in the emergency room.
No, no! Always elevate extremities.
Move before you give him a fucking embolism.
The nose is the most commonly broken bone
in boys between the ages of 13 and 25.
Uh, that's-that's fascinating, but who's the old dude?
Eww, that's nasty.
Almost looks like shingles.
Scabies, maybe?
Been hiking in the woods lately?
Changing your diet? Does your throat hurt?
- No. - Stress rash.
- V? - Making a video
for one of those do-it-yourself websites online.
Pays 150 bucks. This one's on a high colonic.
Next week, I bleach my exit ramp.
What do you want? Vicodin, morphine, peyote?
- Tetrodotoxin. - These red ones.
Give me, uh, the horse tranquilizer,
enough to knock out a Clydesdale.
This baby is coming.
- Now? - She's crowning.
All right, ambulance is on its way.
When I was having my girls,
the doc told me to do three quick pants
and then one long blow. Okay?
- I'm gonna do it with you. - Start pushing now, okay?
Push, push. Push, baby.
Push, push, push.
Ooh.
Is the baby okay?
She's great.
She?
Frederick Douglass.
- Who? - Author, orator,
escaped slave.
The life expectancy
- for an average white man is 76. - Exactly.
For a poor white man from the South Side,
it's 70 if you're lucky.
- Jesus was a blond? - No, Jesus was Black
and had nappy hair,
but no one ever wants to talk about that.
What does this have to do with pickles?
Pickles provide essential vitamins,
minerals, and antioxidants,
improve digestion and liver protection.
Your drug is like a jar of pickles, but better.
How do you know so much about pickles?
- How'd it go? - You are a genius.
If this one pill had been around
when my daddy was juggling two pills and three jobs,
he would still be here...
to be a grandfather.
Don't cry. Please don't cry.
I'm-I'm sorry.
So it's one pill instead of two, huh?
What if you were to, say,
misplace your scrip pad?
All right, ladies. Saddle up.
We're going on a field trip.
Mifepristone. You need an abortion.
Here's my copay.
I'm afraid you're gonna have to pay full price.
Medicare only covers abortion in cases of rape, incest,
or when the mother's life is in danger.
I'm 80 years old.
Having a baby'll probably kill me.
I was raped.
- Incest for me. - Me too!
Rape again.
- I was raped too. - Incest too.
Bullshit. I'm not homeschooling her.
- You home-school her. - Fuck that.
I got a bar to run.
You run the bar? I run the bar.
Alibi. Alibi.
Alibi.
I gotta go to The Alibi.
Vamoose. I gotta go to the bar.
Who wants a drink?
Come on, V. Free pour it like Kev does.
That's why the bar's losing money.
Gonna take real money, Frank.
Kev's not here for you to confuse.
Uhh...
Drag him to the sober chair.
- Where is everybody? - It's 10 a.m.
Shut up, Billy. Nobody asked you.
All right, you know what? Fuck it.
I'll home-school Gemma.
How hard can it be?
"Learning is knowing a few tricks."
"For example,
to learn the color spectrum,
just remember ROY G. BIV."
"Which stands for red, orange, yellow, green,
blue, indigo, violet."
What the hell is indigo?
Purple.
I thought violet was purple.
I-I don't know.
PEMDAS,
which stands for "parentheses,
exponents, multiplication, division,
addition, subtraction."
Yeah, this is way too hard.
Jaunty music
- Are you calling me dumb? - No.
Well, it sounds like you are.
Maybe I'm just too dumb to understand.
- I'm not calling you dumb. - You applied it.
- "Implied." - I know.
It's not like I'm "unliterate."
Como se huh?
The Alibi Room. I'm gonna buy it.
With what, your silver chains?
No, I'm gonna go to the loan store today
and pick up some forms.
- You mean the bank? - Yeah.
Well, does it start with an S? What the fuck?
Cat. I know that shit, bitch. That's a cat!
You learning shit off the TV again?
Just a little bit of this, honey.
Just a little bit of this.
Son of a bitch, that's hot.
My super "spermazoa" too much for her?
Spermatozoa.
And what, now you're-you're the arbiter
on where everybody's supposed to be?
Yeah, maybe,
if I knew what "arbiter" meant.
GFY.
Eh, TGIF.
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You realize that's not how you spell "come," right?
Diplomas are overrated.
I didn't get a diploma, and look at me.
And don't be giving me no shit, Kev!
I do not sound like that.
Oh!
Takes two to tangle, you know.
It's "tango," and I've tried to fuck you plenty of times.
They're not identical twins. They're...
whatever it is when... when you're not identical.
Whee! Whee!
Separate individuals.
Too many damn countries in Asia.
They should just make it one country.
No, no, no. Heatstroke.
Isn't that when the heat...
strokes you gently?
Kev, you misspelled "résumé" on your résumé.
It was benign, but the scare was very...
v... shit. What is the word again?
- Malignant. - Malignant.
Do you remember what the doctor said?
They're inbred. What if they try to eat us?
- I think that's cannibals. - Well, whatever.
Why is it so much worse for her
to take a tiny little pill that makes her "crazy"
than it is for me to get my testicle lobbed off?
Your testicle will not be "lobbed off," sir.
Only your vas deferens tubes are blocked.
All right.
I think I went overboard with my background.
It's less cowboy and more hick.
Your wife is... a knockout.
Hell, she could be cousins with my wife.
Oh, that runs in the family, too.
Or hillbilly.
Bumpkin? I have so much to learn.
We need a Jesus for the Festival
of St. Felicity pageant next weekend,
and Mr. Ball looks like he works out.
You want Kev to be Jesus?
Dramatic high note
Maybe I will go suck a dick.
I could be all gender liquid like you. You don't know.
You mean gender-fluid?
Fluids, liquids, whatever.
V, what the hell are we supposed to do again?
Make a face story on graham cracker?
What have we done, Kev?
We have increased our demand... or our supply.
One of those two things, we've increased... or decreased.
We can't keep going around in circles
like the "our-oh-beris."
- The what? - The "our-oh-beris."
We keep going around in the same circle
like the snake eating its own tail.
The ouroboros.
Yes. I was saying it wrong.
Oh, that's such a badass word.
- Maybe we get a tutor. - No money, V.
We need somebody that'll work for free.
Svetlana.
Too bad she isn't here right now.
Where's our throuple when we need it most?
V...
Eh, what the hell?
Uh... what the?
I cook. I clean.
Wifely duty.
- Are you kidding? I'm not gay. - Tongue is tongue, no?
What the hell?
I'm halfway home already.
Oh! Holy fuck.
Mother of God.
Consider it like rent check.
I go mop now.
First shower. Anybody wanna wash my back?
Don't use all the hot water!
- Girls... - I'll do it.
Four, and lift...
Cover bar with baby?
It's okay. I babysit.
Ah, Svet, thank...
I thought we were good in the sack,
but she's like the Michael Jordan of erotic stimuli.
- It's done. - What? How?
- I'm good with numbers. - Since when do we have
- a karaoke machine? - Since half-hour ago.
We strip now. Pimp, watch babies.
Your husband fucked your mother to make babies.
You want to ride on high horse?
Family meeting tonight.
He will not be interested in baby girls
until they reach at least ten years old.
Ready for a family meeting.
This is about family finances.
Sit.
Oh, shit.
Fuck. Immigration. Fuck!
Don't forget your lines.
Coming!
Morning. Lester from USCIS.
- Oh. - Immigration?
This is the home you and your ex share
with your two children?
Yes. Yes, it is, until she fell for that no-good commie slut.
You discovered your employee's being deported.
Moments later, your live-in partner
of many years dumps you.
- Can you fucking believe that shit? - No.
- He didn't buy any of it? - Not one word.
- And when is he coming back? - Could be tomorrow, next week.
I'm gonna break my neck flying down those stairs like that again.
Maybe you should just stay down there.
So are we gonna have a fuck schedule, or a fuck calendar?
You see, like, Sunday will be V and Kev.
You never hang up wet towels.
You never refill the ice tray.
Monday will be V and Kev and Svetlana.
- Ohh... - No, you cannot come yet.
Now you may come.
Tuesday will just be V and Svetlana.
Am I gonna get my own night with Svetlana?
Oh, shit. That's awesome.
Part of me wants to brag, but the other part's like,
"Whoa, this is kind of freaky-deaky."
No other dudes. No other dudes.
We know about Ivan.
- Ivan is husband. - So you didn't fuck your dad?
- Not since I left Russia. - So what brings you here?
So, um...
me and my two wives are having trouble seeing eye to eye...
eyes to eyes.
I cook. I give oral.
I protect from dangerous Russian.
Everything for these two.
Kev and V, are you hearing Lana?
- Yes. - What is she saying?
She gives oral.
I always thought you were just some hand job whore.
Oh, that's okay.
I thought you were illiterate bartender pimp.
Paperwork says Svetlana Fisher owns the joint.
I am new owner of Alibi.
To being a family again.
Hoorah!
Immigration! Nobody move!
- What the hell is going on? - That's her. She's the leader.
Yeah, no. I'm never doing that again.
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Here's your breakfast, girls.
And Amy, you have a new job.
You are gonna teach Gemma everything you know.
Isn't that exciting? It's like a game.
You make Gemma as smart as you, you get a big prize at the end.
And make sure that Gemma doesn't leave Zoom
until school is over.
Okay? Mommy and Daddy are gonna go to work..
- You think it'll work? - Well, it's better
her teaching home-school than us.
It's actually my fault, V.
- What is? - Gemma.
I was a bad student, too. Gemma got it from me.
I passed on my bad student gene to Gemma.
Shit. I hope I don't pass on
my breast cancer gene, too.
When's the last time you did a self-exam?
A what?
You have a lump.
There is a four-centimeter mass
in your right breast.
We need to do a biopsy immediately.
Kevin, do you wanna share?
Uh, yeah.
Hello.
- Hello. - Hi
Glad to be here.
Tomorrow, I get this guy cut into.
And I got all these thoughts swimming around my head,
like "Will I survive surgery?"
"Has the cancer spread?"
"Will I get to watch my kids grow up?"
"Will I ever be able to take my shirt off again in the gym
or let men feel me up for tips?"
Mm?
Would you be comfortable if we gave you a group hug?
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Together we stand. Together we fight.
We do it with power. We do it with might.
Cancer, you asshole, get out of our sight.
Go on, make a wish.
Shit.
It's still there.
Kev, let's pray.
Mm. God, please protect Kev during his surgery.
Let him wake up cancer-free, God.
And God, when I'm under,
please, please don't let anyone probe me
where they're not supposed to.
Kev...
No, I read about it in my cancer chat rooms.
V!
What happened? Am I alive?
Baby, what happened?
Okay, I'ma go get the nurse, okay?
What happened with my titty?
Did they take my nipple?
Oh, hey there, fella. How are you doing?
- How do you feel, Mr. Ball? - Does he have cancer?
I'll get the doctor. I'm not qualified to discuss
what needs to be discussed.
The fuck is that supposed to mean?
I don't know. It sounded bad.
It did sound bad, didn't it?
Baby...
I want you to set up a memorial for me at The Alibi.
Everyone drinks
at the exact time I die every year.
And I want you to play Boyz II Men "End of the Road"
really loud.
Sorry for the delay, folks.
I biopsied your lump, Mr. Ball.
It's benign.
Why? Why?
What?
What... is that good or bad? I can never remember.
Oh, it's good, baby. You don't have cancer.
I don't have cancer?
- Oh, thank you, Lord! - Oh, thank God.
Not the brightest bulb.
Well, God doesn't give with both hands.
You have other great qualities.
Yeah, I do, don't I?
Like what?
You're a great dad.
Now, the players in the black and white...
They're the White Sox. That's our team.
And the pussies in the gray and blue...
They're the Twins. We hate the Twins.
No, no, no, no.
Not the baby girl twins.
You're the best tennis players
on the planet.
Gemma, you have the number one backhand smash
- in the world. - Kev...
I'm thinking the subliminal message thing is really working.
There is no Gemma.
Gemma doesn't exist anymore.
Only Amy.
And you're devout Catholics,
so cross yourselves a lot like this.
In my house, the way to get closer to God
on Saturday is to play.
- Is that in Ezekiel? - Yeah, the updated version.
- Holy fuck. - I'm ready for you, sir.
Clyde usually had me on Tuesdays,
but if you want me on Saturday...
No, I don't want you on Saturdays.
- I don't want you ever... - Hey, Deb, we're all ready to...
Whoa.
- Hey. - Hey, what's up, man?
What are you doing?
Giving Santiago more of an American look
before we go to The Alibi.
Final touch.
- How's he look? - Like a cheesy American.
Kid brought the heat.
- My God, he's got a cannon! - This is gonna be the best summer ever.
Come on. Come on, let's go.
- What are you doing? - We're gonna go
play fetch.
It worked for that dog walker lady.
Maybe it'll work for our kids.
Okay, girls, you ready? You ready?
Go get it! Go get it!
Bring it back. Run fast.
Okay, drop it.
Drop it. Drop it.
You have rocking bod,
and you know how to stick the stones to me real good.
Well, I am a genius in that department.
Get naked... now.
- Yes! Yes! - Oh, sorry. I came in the back way.
You're not the only one.
- Debbie? - No, stay focused, baby.
Are the Gallaghers in our bathroom?
Don't know where you been
Take off your clothes
and get on the bed on all fours.
Now I will spank you with this paddle...
you bad wife.
French fry. French fry.
Just a really quick French fry.
V, I don't really wanna hurt you,
- but this could scar you. - It's not gonna scar.
Okay.
Okay, I can do this.
Now, brace yourself for my wrath,
because it's paddle time.
French fry.
Oh!
Oh, sorry.
- Ow. - Yeah, take it, you old gimp.
Turn over. Mama's gonna give you an exam.
Ah.
That didn't hurt half as much
as I thought it would.
You're a sharp businessman.
- Uh-oh. - What uh-oh?
Sometimes your plans can be a little crazy-pants, Kev.
- Oh, ho, ho, ho! - What?
We may need to sell some pot.
- Isn't that what we always do? - A lot of pot.
I know. Baby, I know.
- I got carried away. - Isn't it wonderful?
Mr. Kevin is gonna help all the old people
who are going blind.
What can I get you, champ?
Lemon-lime shot, chocolate chip cookie bar,
- and a Molson's. - Molson's?
We sell American beer here to children of age.
Come back for a Bud Light when you're 16.
Two Buds and a spliff, please.
- How old are you? - 15.
- Here's four fives. Keep the change. - Raise your arms.
Come back when you grow some hair in your pits.
Well, it's dorms, right?
I mean, they're our permanent ice cream truck.
I always wanted to go to college.
I'm a gentleman, Lip. I'm just escorting them home.
Our rape blocker to the rescue.
I'm here about the bartending job.
Oh!
Come on, Milo. Push that 60.
There you go. You gotta work off
that Avocado Kombucha smoothie,
or whatever the fuck you drink.
Full rotations, man.
Do you want your name under "Pussy of the Day"?
Is that what you want, Jasper?
Way to go, Oscar. Puke is pride.
I wanna join. Uh, you take Amex?
Cash only. ATM is right there.
We could open up a dry cleaner.
- No. - Mattress store.
- Uh-uh. - Think tank.
What the hell is a think tank?
It's where people sit around and think.
That's The Alibi.
Got some TVs fell off the back of a truck.
This where you sell stuff?
No, this is not the place that...
sells stolen goods as a side hustle.
That's a relic. I'll give you five for it.
Pleasure doing business with you.
Check it out! Sister wives.
Whoo.
All right, stop. You're gonna give me
a big head.
- What are we gonna do about Gemma? - Well, at least we got one good one.
- Kev. - I'm joking.
I love those girls the same, but I do feel better that Amy's
probably gonna take care of us when we're older.
Mm.
Mama, how do I look?
- Amy? - Gemma did my makeup.
What? How?
Binge watching Huda Kattan YouTube videos.
What's a Huddacatan?
Is that what you've been doing instead of going to Zoom school?
Uh-huh.
- God doesn't give with both hands. - No, she doesn't.
There you go.
Wow. I look great.
Thank you.
- My baby does a good job, huh? - I'd say so.
That'll be $25, plus whatever tip you'd like to leave.
- Mm, here is $30. - Thank you.
- See you again? - Definitely.
- Pimping out your daughter? - Hell no.
I don't objectify women. You know me.
What the hell?
They made a list
of the rapiest bars in the South Side,
and The Alibi's number one?
I haven't raped anybody in here.
No one's ever raped anyone in here,
at least not on the inside.
Out in the alleyway, maybe.
Who says we're rapey?
Some stupid article.
I mean, look around. W-w-what-
what's so rapey about this place, anyway?
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I don't know, V. Maybe this place is
- a little rapey. - You think?
Craig has his dick out right now.
Craig!
I have two daughters.
What kind of father am I if I'm also the owner
of the local rapery?
The bottom line is that
the bar can't be rapey anymore.
If women stay away,
- bad for business. - Plus rapey is wrong.
And-and more importantly, rapey is wrong.
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You don't think someone could misinterpret that sign?
What? How? If you have a vagina, you're safe. Vagina safe zone.
There's no way we are still on that rapiest bar list.
We have all the signed sex consent forms.
We took down all the rapey posters
and the bondage stuff.
You're the, uh, Vagina Safe guy?
Yes.
I'm Bill Doyle. I own the Spread Eagle on 52nd.
Oh, yeah, I know the place. Uh, deep-fried pickles, right?
I was number two on the rapey bar list.
Then you got off it, so now I'm number one.
You already got women coming in.
Wow. How'd you turn it around?
I had to take an honest inventory
about how The Alibi was contributing
to the oppression of women
and helped furthering the patriarchy.
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- Hey, how you doing? - Hi.
- What can I get you? - May I have a vodka cranberry, please?
Vodka cranberry coming right up.
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Hey.
How you doing?
Would you like a little lime with that, or...
- Please. - All right.
Four topless mermaids with nipples exposed.
Approximately 41 pairs of panties
hanging from the ceiling.
Centerfold pinup behind the bar
with dart sticking out of her posterior area.
Man at end of bar visually undressing
subject Veronica.
Subject Veronica going to bathroom
as planned.
No one following her into the bathroom as of yet.
Hold on.
Man approaching subject's cocktail.
Man has slipped unknown pharmaceutical
into subject's cocktail. Assume a roofie.
Second man approaching subject cocktail,
also dropping unknown pharmaceutical
into drink.
Third man approaching with unknown pharmaceutical,
and he has dropped unknown pharmaceutical
into her drink.
I wanna hug all women,
all of them,
everywhere I see them,
to apologize.
A random hug from a giant white stranger
ain't gonna make us feel any more comfortable about men.
But we will capitalize on their strengths.
We got two good ones, babe.
Yeah, we do.
It's all my fault.
- What is? - How great they are.
No, it's not your fault. That's my fault.
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My baby daddy can take care of me!
And your baby, and your mama's baby.
Ooh-hoo, we a regular modern family, baby.
Hey!
And I'm sorry,
but I would never leave you,
ever.
You gotta know that.
I'm putting a force field around us now.
- Babe. - Taking care of what's mine. Come here.
Get in my force field.
I'm really sorry I didn't fuck you before, but...
I really, really wanna fuck you now.
I borrowed Lip's school computer to get online,
and I found that porn that we made,
and then I jerked off to it.
That's so sweet.
That's what I'm talking about.
- Yeah! - Aww.
You!
Oh, my gosh.
Ask me.
Veronica Fisher,
will you marry me?
Yes.
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
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Oh, shit!
That's cold!
What the hell? Veronica!
There's no hot water.
Fucking Gallaghers.
No wonder those foster kids are messed up.
That's why they need a positive influence.
Where's my damn toaster? Huh?
- You live here now? - Toaster.
My cell's gone. Help me look for my cell.
- It's gone. - I gave Lip your cell
so he could call around, see if anybody knew
- where Frank was. - So now both my bills
are being run up over there.
We need more time. Can you stall him?
Chopped up some leftover chuck
for a bolognaise ragout.
I hope everybody is good and hungry.
Hey, Kev, you got a Bears jersey I can borrow?
Borrow as in I get it right back,
or borrow as in you plan to keep it forever
and forget it isn't yours?
He wants me to come over to his place tonight.
Oh. You should go.
I'll keep an eye on the kids. I need the kid practice now.
- Yeah, times two. - Oh.
What about her?
You're not gonna get fired
for letting us borrow an old lady, right?
- Or what? - Ah, shit.
Can you watch him for 15 minutes?
Damn, Fi, you see I'm in the middle of doing my...
- Thanks. - Okay, sure.
Hey.
- Who the fuck are you? - Is this that missing kid?
Debbie stole him, and now we have to figure out
how to give him back without giving her 36 months of juvie.
I'm not sure what's going on with her.
Oh, maybe it's 'cause your mom bailed
and Frank's a big drunk.
Oh, what, I'm the asshole now? She's the one who stole a baby.
Kev, what time you going to work today?
Uh, I go in at 6:00.
All right, you're going in early.
You should go in, tell them you saw
a little boy in a Superman costume
walking down Grand Avenue.
I was walking to work, and I saw this cute little kid
wearing a Superman costume.
Cute little kid.
- A little kid in a Superman costume? - Superman costume. Sandy hair.
That's the little boy that's missing. Where did you see him?
On Grand. I just passed him, like, five minutes ago.
Well, we have to call that in, Kev.
Yes, we do.
Two virgin piña coladas.
Thank you, Kate.
I had no idea people I knew could die.
Honey, he was old.
Yeah, but that means my family is gonna die, too,
and then I'll be all alone.
Debs, there are way too many things in life
you gonna have to worry about.
Don't stress about this right now.
- What's wrong with me? - What?
Ethel's got a boy into her,
and she's already has a husband.
You're a guy. Don't spare my feelings.
Are you sure you're sending strong enough signals?
- I've tried. - Guys are pretty dumb.
Sometimes you have to put something shiny in a window
- to get them to the store. - Thanks, Kevin.
So you gonna tell me what happened?
Why do you wanna know anyway?
'Cause you been running your ass around here
like a Black Scarface, and I care about you, okay?
That stupid dumbass.
He seemed scared, Kev, made me swear
- that I wouldn't tell Fiona. - Oh, no, no, no, no.
- That's why you're here. - Well, we have to do something.
No, you want me to do something.
- I promised I wouldn't say anything. - You know I can't keep secrets.
Exactly, so you'll tell Fiona.
God damn it, V.
- May I see some ID, please? - What, are you kidding me?
Show me something. I gotta cover my ass.
Thank you, Dwayne Foster.
What if we adopt Lip as our own?
Wouldn't that change everything?
I'll go chase the rats out of the cooler.
Hey, guys.
Dude, who the hell around here is gonna go to school
if the one really smart guy quits?
Go to school and enjoy being smarter than everyone
and become master of the universe.
- I mean, fuck. - Well, what if I don't wanna be
- master of the universe? - Tough. You gotta be
one of those ridiculously rich successful dudes
and put my kid through college someday.
No pressure.
Joking, right, about not going back to college?
- Serious. I'm done. - College is a racket, huh?
Well, guess what.
There's no one better at beating the system than you.
Hell, man, you got them to give you
four fucking years for free.
Why don't you get your damn diploma,
spit in their faces, and have a fucking future?
You know, I'm getting pretty damn tired
- of everybody telling... - Stop making them have to.
Grow the fuck up.
Yeah, yeah, I mean, I told her.
Lip, you can't tell her that shit.
That's like waving the flag in front of the bull.
Well, hide the car keys, stop showering, and you tell her nothing,
and whatever you do, do not... Lip,
do not let her bone you,
because that oxytocin stuff
makes them adhesive.
You got it?
Shit.
Jesus.
She's fine. Just passed out.
Sweet dreams, baby girl.
Well, she's all yours.
We gotta get back to the bar.
Holy Jesus.
Are you okay?
I can't tell if you're laughing or crying.
I'll help you out in here.
You'll help me out in here.
- You're on. - I brought help.
Everybody shovel all this broken tile out.
Get it the hell out of here.
Oh, fuck off!
Have you examined your breasts in the shower
this morning, Fiona? It's not just here.
It's here too, and under the arms here.
All right?
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Last one.
If I had a dime for every time
I heard you say that...
I'd have exactly one dime.
W-Wendy!
- Give me the phone! - Hello? Hello?
You're not gonna slap me, are you?
No.
Usually, after Veronica asks me to level with her, she slaps me.
My husband fucked my mother to get pregnant.
Sorry we can't all have our baby the normal way!
Just remember, if you're gonna sit on my face,
I have that sinus thing. Okay?
I thought that's what you ladies wanted,
is shared housework, wage equality,
and all that Hunger Games
Lady Gaga girl power shit.
Don't haggle with a woman
who looks this fly in a power suit.
Let's get those bitches tugging.
Here's to good old-fashioned American capitalism.
You can keep a man down,
but you can never keep him from getting it up.
- Yes, sir! Ow! - Mm.
Boom, there it is.
Toilets? Toilets.
Kids drown in toilets all the time.
Close the lid.
You gotta be on it all the time.
I mean, what kind of person doesn't worry about this shit?
Fine. I will go home
and fuck my husband.
Maybe with a little more enthusiasm?
I'm more like a refugee who sells weed.
Lots of noises in the ghetto.
Automatic gunfire, people begging for their lives...
I changed your diaper, so I know
your little pudding pop ain't never been chocolate.
Four hundred years of oppression makes you Black,
and if you keep up with this wigger bullshit,
I'm gonna reverse George Zimmerman your ass.
They're a day old, but no mold.
I checked. Praise Jesus.
I've been dealing with toddlers all day, talking ABCs,
telling them what sounds a cow makes.
It's moo, motherfucker. It's moo.
Is this really her aunt, or are we gonna find her
fucking her in our bed a week from now?
When I started dating Kev, I was like,
"You're my man, I'm your girl,
and if you're not happy with that,
I'll kill you in your sleep."
It's true.
Too tired to jump up and down with me?
Yeah, but if it helps, this is my happy face now.
You're madder than a hornet in a Coke can.
"Well, slap my ass and call me Sally."
"Well, sit on my face and call me Bernard."
Look at you two.
You're like two friends from that old show...
Friends.
Nipple piercing. It's small but meaningful.
I would legit not say hello to you
if I saw you in public.
V!
Holy shit.
You had sex with her, too.
V, that-that is...
really hot.
- My husband's a slut. - V, that's a little harsh.
Kev, what the hell are you talking about?
- God damn it, V. - Love you, Kev.
Marriage is a sacred institution.
- Did she go down on you? - Yes!
- Did she do that thing with her tongue? - Yes.
Did you come a lot?
- Kev... - Right. You two just...
lick each other like cats all day while I'm gone.
The guy offered me $4,000
- for an hour with you. - Mm.
He thinks I'm a whore?
- Of course. - No.
It's just a misunderstanding, V.
That's all.
Kev, can you come up for a sec?
V, look how hard I am for you.
You Kevin Ball?
- You a health inspector? - Uh, no.
Jehovah's Witness?
- No. - IRS?
- No. - Then yes, I'm Kevin Ball.
Kev.
Uh, what?
V? V!
V, your mom's here.
V, don't start that shit.
- Kevin... - V!
- Kevin Ball. - V!
No, I'm done. No more breastfeeding.
Kev, wake up.
V, we're doing it, baby.
V, we gotta talk.
Kevin? Kevin?
Kevin? Kevin!
Kevin Ball, get your ass down here.
What the fuck, V?
Kev, please stop talking.
Snookums...
Kev, come on. We're gonna be late.
Kevin Ball,
get your ass out here right now
before I Lorena Bobbitt you myself.
Kev, no one needs to know about our sex life.
- Uh... - Kev?
Kev? Kevin?
- Kevin. - Mm.
- V? - Kev!
I'm coming.
- Kev! - Shh.
- Come on. - Let me have this.
- Kev? - Yeah?
Kev?
Kevin.
Hey, hey, hey.
V.
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