:40:00
- Biebe.
Good work, Tree. You killed him.
:40:04
- Head was down.
- I know. I know.
:40:08
I brought the salts, Dad.
:40:13
- Stevie?
- Huh?
:40:16
- It's okay. It's all right.
- Hello.
:40:21
Stevie, how many fingers
have I got? Hmm?
:40:24
I'm a premature ejaculator.
:40:30
Let's go, guys.
Three on three.
:40:36
- So?
- So?
:40:39
- Anyone special in New York?
- Uh, no.
:40:43
I don't... I don't want you
to feel bad about that either,
:40:46
just 'cause I haven't had a relationship
that's lasted longer than six weeks...
:40:48
since we broke up
in the 12th grade.
:40:51
- That's... The important thing is that you're happy.
- Right.
:40:53
You are...
You are happy, I take it?
:40:57
Yeah.
I'm happy.
:41:00
Good. Good.
:41:02
How is your husband,
anyway?
:41:04
Appears to be, uh,
well fed.
:41:07
Of course he is.
:41:09
I mean, what else
do I have to do, really,
:41:12
besides slave over a hot stove,
rub my fat husband's feet,
:41:17
dig splinters out of my ass that I get
while sitting around pining for you?
:41:21
Well, you said it,
I didn't.
:41:24
Seriously, though.
I mean, forget about me.
:41:26
Don't you ever wish you lived
in a town that had a museum...
:41:29
or someplace where brothers and sisters
were off-limits to each other sexually?
:41:45
All right,
just follow the light.
:41:47
No, just over here. There you go.
Over here. Come on.
:41:51
Still sleepin'?
:41:53
- How's he doin'?
- He's a little happy.
:41:56
No, no, no.
Easy, son.
:41:58
- I'm okay. Birdie, I'm sorry.
- All right.