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So, Earl, what do you think?
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Good lord, is that a Matisse?
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- I believe so. - Then, mama, I'm home.
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Here, ladies, put these suckers in your station.
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I think I might get a late Valentine dinner crowd.
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You also think you might get a late growth spurt,
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but that's not happening either.
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At best, you'll get three single girls
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waddling over at midnight to cry into some tapioca.
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True. I need to cut the crap.
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Valentine's dinner is bust.
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And look, I have sacrificed my manhood for no cash value.