Hall Pass Page #12

I love you too, Fred.

It's not your fault.

- Yes, it is.

- No.

This is all my fault.

I'm the one that caused all of this.

- Every single bit of this.

- "Horny old man"?

No. No, that's not me.

No, that was intended for Rick.

- Oh.

- Yeah. Yeah.

We need to talk about

what happened this week.

Oh, Grace, no, no. Come on,

do we really have to?

We really, really do.

Okay, look. Look, whatever happened

this week doesn't matter. Okay?

Because I love you and only you.

And I am gonna treat you like the queen

that you are for the rest of your days.

Okay? I'm gonna quit fantasy football

this year.

Even though I have the first pick.

And we can do that Master Cleanse thing...

...with the cayenne pepper and all that sh*t.

You will never have to shovel snow again.

I'll do it, okay? Tennis elbow

be damned. I will do it.

But please, I am begging you...

...can we please just never, ever talk

about what happened this week?

- Um ....

- Please.

Deal. Ha, ha.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, my God.

Oh, I love you, Grace.

- I love you too, Fred.

- Oh, God.

Does this mean that you will finally come

with me to An Evening With Kathy Griffin?

Last night, I fake-chowed a DJ's mom.

Let's talk about Miley Cyrus.

Who's got a stripper pole?

Oh, yes.

Fred, that is fantastic.

What's that?

Where did you find the Kathy Griffin

look-alike?

Oh, no. No, that is Kathy Griffin.

The Teen Awards,

where she went down there.

And then the dads in the audience,

they're all clapping.

Really?

Better be. Cost me 275 bucks

to get her here.

Plus bus fare.

Kathy Griffin's a delight, isn't she?

I've never seen them look happier.

- Who's that, dear?

- Maggie and Grace.

You know, I've been wondering

if maybe I should give you a hall pass.

That was amazing.

Thank you. it's nice finally to meet a

woman who's not obsessed with penis size.

I appreciate that.

- What the f*** is this?

- My husband!

Why are you with my wife?

- I've got hall pass. I have a hall pass.

- He's got a gun!

Aah!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

What if the cops question me?

I'm weak.

Excuse me?

Have you seen my granddaughter?

Dude, up here.

That was f***ing awesome.

We saw the whole thing.

This is racial profiling!

I wanna speak to a barrister!

So, what do you think?

Yeah. We'll give it a whirl. Why not?

Tonight's the night we'll make history

Honey, you and I

'Cause I 'll take any risk

To tie back the hands of time

And stay with you here tonight

Huh?

Excuse me.

What are you doing?

It's not what you think. I swear.

I was just giving him a faux job.

Yeah. A what?

A faux job.

When you go south on a guy,

but you don't use your mouth...

...you use your hands instead,

and then you make loud slurping noises.

Hmm.

Okay. Have en good night.

- Thank you. Bye-bye.

- Yeah. Night.

- They're nice, yeah?

- Yep.

Yeah, you're out of breath, Stephen.

And, action.

F***ing hell.

Wow.

Wow.

Good job, dude.

All right, well, good luck

finishing your movie.

I gotta change my drawers.

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