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Sits down. He's acting

like nothing's happened.

I have no explanation.

Nothing.

- So he's out having breakfast with her.

- Are you serious?

Yeah! I mean, I tried

to ask him where he was.

- He gave me some -

- I'm going.

- Where's he going?

- He's going to work. Okay.

Gives me some ridiculous excuse

like - like crack kids -

- Who you talking to?

- I'm talking to Sherri.

- [Sherri] And, um-And, um-

- [Marian] Bye.!

And now I'm not even supposed to

say the word "crack"in front of them.

Tell me about the Alex Trebek thing.

Did he flirt with you?

- Who?

- Alex Trebek.

- No! Oh, no. I mean -

- [Suzy Barking]

- Shut up!

- [Sherri] What's so threatening about that?

- [Marian] Nothing.

- Sherri, where are my keys?

- [Barking Continues]

- Will you get out of here!

Sherri.! The dog pissed

on the bed again, Sherri.

[TV:
Man]

Shoot him, man.! Shoot him.! He's crazy.!

Who are you talking to, anyway?

Yeah, in those nice, tight pants he likes

'cause it makes his dick look big.

What? I can't hear you.

The dog's barking.

- I'm talking to my sister.

- [Barking Continues]

Yap, yap, yap.

Yap, yap, yap, yap, yap.!

- Yap, yap, yap, yap, yap.!

- Where are you going, Gene?

I thought you had

some time off this week.

I gotta check on my work.

Quality control.

Uh-huh.

How about tonight, Gene?

Ahh!

- Oh, God.

- Sherri.

- Just a minute.

- [Marian] Okay.

You know what kind of work I do, right?

Look at me.

[Suzy Barking, Growling]

You know it's dangerous.

And you know there's things you can't know

for your own safety, right?

I was just asking about dinner.

Don't you worry

your pretty little head about it.

[Sniffs]

- He's out of here.

- All right, kids.

[Marian On Phone]

What is he talking about?

- [Sherri] The king is gone.

- Come on, Suzy. Come on.

Close the gate when you go.! I don't want

Suzy to get out.! He might get run over.!

Casey.

You are gonna be late for school,

young man.

- Now, do you want me to drive you?

- No. I'll walk.

You sure?

All right, kisses. Okay.

[Door Opens, Closes]

Oh, my God.

[Whimpering, Panting]

Honey! Honey, you all right?

- I - I'm fine.

- Wait, wait, wait!

Let me get your stuff.

Here. Wait, I'll -

- Come on, let's get in my car.

- No, l-I'm fine.

My mom doesn't want me

to go in a car with strangers.

No, wait a minute. Let me give you

a ride home, make sure you're okay.

I'm - I'm fine.

For sure.

No, no. Look.

Come on.

How old are you?

I'm eight.

My birthday's tomorrow.

I wanna see your mom and dad.

I wanna make sure you're okay.

My mom said

I can't talk with strangers.

[Doreen Panting]

Hey, bye.

[Door Bell Dings]

- Have you got ready-made birthday cakes?

- Yeah. They're right here.

- Have you got one with "Betty" on it already?

- Just what you see here.

I can do something special,

but not for today.

Yeah. Well, all right,

I'll take that one. What is it?

- It's a lemon cake.

- Can you maybe put her name on it?

- I can't do it today.

- All right. Well, how much is it?

It's . with tax.

Mrs. Schwarzmeier, can you box this up?

[Mrs. Schwarzmeier]

Jawohl, Herr Bitkower.

Mrs. Schw- Could you maybe-

Could you just write "Betty"on here?

[Mrs. Schwarzmeier]

"Betty"? No. No.

- Hi.

- I'd like to order a birthday cake.

- Sure. What kind?

- Birthdays. They keep adding up, huh?

- Here is your cake and your change.

- Thanks.

Oh, I've got a couple ideas here.

- Okay, this is what I'd like.

- [Mrs. Schwarzmeier] Mm-hmm.

[Baker] What's that say?

"Happy Birthday, Casey"?

- Oh, excuse me.

- [Mrs. Finnigan] Yes. Casey.

- And is that supposed to be a baseball bat?

- Hi, Mrs. Schwarzmeier.

Yes, that's a baseball bat.

I don't draw very well.

- I came to pick up the cake

for Debbie Eggenweiler.

- [Baker] Are you sure you want this?

Because I have

some very nice baseball designs.

- I think it's prepaid.

- Yes. Yes.

- If you like this, I can do it.

- No, I like this.

He's, um, he's starting Little League,

so we're real excited.

That's really sweet.

His name is Casey, and he plays baseball.

- Down, down.

- No, no, no, no, no.

Beautiful shot, man.

Hey. Casey. What's up?

How come you're not in school?

- Let him go.

- Hey, Casey, you wanna see the dribble?

- Come on, Joe.!

- Hey.! Heads up.!

- Come on. We're ahead too.

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