Say It Isn't So
Looking at this picture,
I know you might be thinkin':
"Sure looks like a lonely place to be,
way up there".
If indeed you were, I'd have to disagree.
Truth is, when you stop to ponder it,
there's really no such thing as a lonely place,
just lonely people. That's what I believe.
You can be lonely any place:
up on a rooftop, at a big family shindig,
in a football stadium,
with 60, 000 other humans all around,
or even in a small town,
like Shelbyville, Indiana.
Now, I'm not sayin'
there's anything wrong with it.
In fact, loneliness is what ensures
the propagation of our species.
I think that's why most people get married.
Because they're lonely,
horny or out of money.
But mostly cos they're just damn lonely.
Of course, that is one hell
of a milk-toast reason
to link up with one person
for the rest of your existence.
They give in to their loneliness.
And the next thing they know,
they're trapped.
Perhaps I'm being too picky.
I talked to this counsellor once.
He told me that the fact
I was raised in an orphanage
has rendered me afraid of abandonment,
and therefore fearful of commitment.
Now, you can tell by my tone,
I don't think much of his opinion.
I'm ready to commit, just as soon as I find
that one woman I can't live without.
That one woman that gives
me goose bumps all over.
I simply refuse to settle for anything less,
like most people seem to do.
Like my boss, Larry.
Be a sport, will ya?
I missed Ruthie's birthday dinner last night
and she's makin' my life hell in a handbasket.
I know she'll go easier on me if you're there.
Come on now, Gilly. Do me this.
- Bring her a puppy, Larry. She'll love that.
- What the hell is this?
It's a Russian Pomeranian, Larry.
Nah, I don't wanna put
Come on now, Gilly.
Be a friend. Come on over.
- I don't know, Larry. Last time I...
- Thanks, buddy.
A slice of family life and home cookin' will do
your heart good. Bring some wine coolers.
We'll make it a wingding.
This is fine cuisine, Mrs P.
It's takeout, Gilly.
From Pizza Hut.
- Larry hates my cooking.
- That's not true, Ruthie. You know I...
- That's why he never comes home for dinner.
- I'm out there busting my ass.
If you're busting your ass, how come
it's the size of a goddamn beanbag chair?
If you put out once in a while, maybe I
wouldn't be seeking carnal pleasure in food.
All right! Call me old-fashioned,
but I don't think a child should be made
to picture her parents humping.
- I don't tell you about my sex life.
- You're not having sex.
- Are you having sex?
- Cher, tell Daddy you're kidding.
She's kidding.
She doesn't even have a boyfriend.
You don't need to have a boyfriend
to be having sex.
I'm just saying that a boy doesn't have
to be a friend to be nibbling my package.
- What? Are you...
- I think she's saying she's a whore, Pop.
- Buddy!
- Pervert! I am not.
I'm just popular.
Like Gilly here.
He doesn't have a girlfriend,
but I'll bet he's having sex.
Well, occasionally, sure, but...
Well, ultimately I believe in
waiting till one is married before...
How come you don't have a girlfriend? Dad
says you're confused about your sexuality.
- No, I never said that.
- I believe the term he used was "fagnostic".
- Right. Fagnostic.
- Larry!
- That's it! Go to your room, you two!
- What? Why?
She's just repeating what you said.
You always take her side!
You let her get her ears pierced.
- You try to stop her!
- I got my ears pierced because I like it, OK?
And I got these pierced because I hate you!
Hey, that was you on the Internet!
I am sick of bein' treated like dirty bath water.
I chase poodles all day so she can drive
around in a brand-new Saturn. Fully loaded!
The usual, hon.
This kinda thing makes a man wanna
bludgeon his family and get drunk.
That's pretty serious talk, Larry. Maybe you
should speak to a professional about this.
You mean a hit man?
No, man. That's the easiest way to get caught.
- Unless you did it.
- I was talkin' about a shrink, Larry.
Get real, man. That's for crazy people.
- Hey, maggots.
- Hey, Stewart.
What the hell happened to your hair?
You like it?
I just got it cut,
by the most beautiful woman
on the face of God's green earth.
- Looks pretty weird.
- Yeah, thanks.
She called it a European cut.
Says it draws attention away from my ears.
What'd she use? A f***in' chisel?
Who the hell cares? I tell you,
she's well worth the price of a hat.
She's new, over at Mega Kutz.
I can't trust the opinion of a guy
who scrapes up road kill for a living.
You can trust me with this one.
Man, she got the face of an angel.
all over, you know?
Like it? Who's next?
- Uh, right here.
- Come here.
So how do you like it?
Oh, you know, just...
Just like it is, only not quite so long.
So you want it shorter, then?
Yeah, shorter. I think shorter's the way to go.
So you cut a lot of hair?
I guess so. I mean, I've been working here
a month or so, ever since I moved back.
Oh, so you're not from...
Uh, where are you from?
Oh, I'm from here. I was livin' in Oregon
for a while. Beaver, Oregon.
But then I moved back because
I had to help out with my daddy.
He had stroke number two
and he's paralysed now, so...
That's a... That's a shame. It truly is.
Well, it's his own damn fault.
He's so tense all the time.
It's like he's got fire ants
runnin' through his veins.
Oh, I'm sorry!
How's that, um... I'm sorry.
What did you say your name was?
Actually, I didn't.
It's Gilly.
OK, Gilly. I'm Jo.
Could you hold that there for me?
- How's that for length?
- Beautiful.
So I see you have a cat.
Well, I had a cat. He ran away two weeks ago
and I haven't heard from him since.
Oh, he'll be back. You know cats.
I've had him since he was a pup. I don't know
what I'd do without my little Ringo.
Ringo? That must be a pretty popular
name for a cat these days.
It is?
I work down at the animal shelter and
I just took in a cat yesterday named Ringo.
Too bad this Ringo's missin' a tail.
That's my cat!
- Hey, watch the corner!
- Yeah, yeah. She said put him in ER 4.
Gilly! Are you OK?
Were they able to sew it back on?
No, but they tell me
I'm first in line for an ear donor.
You lying sack!
Well, listen. What are you doin' tonight?
Just healin', mostly.
Why don't you come over to my house?
I'll cook you dinner and you can bring Ringo.
Listen, Jo. I don't want you to feel you owe
me dinner just because I found your cat
and you cut off my ear.
- I do owe you dinner.
Just say yes, or else I just might
cut off your other ear.
- OK. Uh... 6.30?
- Yeah, 6.30's great.
Don't worry. I'm a much better cook
than I am a hairstylist.
- I just don't know why you're doing this.
- Doin' what?
Cookin' dinner for this fella.
You oughta be fixin' dinner for Jack.
The man who wants to marry you, not some
dog- catcher who makes 18 grand a year
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