Luke, Richard Gisari in here, you got 9 bills, Sean's got music for your weekend,

Jen's taking up the night, got it, just a time, out to power.

Mom's at? I got a little surprise for the two of you.

I think I might just buy you a 30-room mansion in Beverly Hills, California,

complete with push-button phones. Look at this face. What do you see? Look at it, dad.

What do you see? What do you see? Say it. Say it.

Oh, it's a face. Yeah, but what kind of face?

A pale, pasty, psychotic? It's a neatly chiseled, well-groomed, drop-dead, handsome face.

I'm going to become a male model. Oh, you know, a person who can't just walk into the glamourous,

high-paying world of male modeling, if it takes hard work, it takes dedication.

And a semi-moderate amount of attractiveness.

Oh, my goodness. It's just past nine bells. Her bank standard time on a Friday night,

and that means we've entered the TVTL.

After hours, this, of course, our little time to sort of look back on the week that was,

and talk about some stories that we may have missed during the week, or we didn't get

a chance to talk about. And then, just before 10 o'clock, we present you with music for

your weekend. You and I need to have a conversation, Jennifer, because I have a feeling we were

both going to choose the same music for this weekend.

I do that too, so I went a different way.

I went a different way also. I bought you combs for your hair that you don't have.

And I bought you something for a change for your watch.

That I sold to buy you combs so that we wouldn't play Kitty, Daisy, and Lewis. Was that

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