Okay, boys, just gotta work.

Let's get back to work, guys.

I'm taking what they're giving because I'm working for a little.

You need a job so you can pay, get a job.

You don't got to go away.

Working nine to buy.

I suck at this job.

He works hard.

Welcome to the hour kill me.

My fellow employees, it gives me great pleasure to say.

You are a good worker and a good man.

But I wake up and Ellen's wrong.

Just get ready for work, work, work, work, work.

This is your handy worker and you're bringing an independent contractor to finish the job. God, I can't wait to quit this job. You know what? You all suck. I quit. And now, getting you to work, it's Bobb & Sherry. I've got the house to myself. I've got the house to myself. You're so lucky. Woo, woo, woo! It never freaking happens.

It never happens.

The last time I had to myself, the house to myself, Kevin was here, but he was post-op and so drugged.

It was like I was home alone.

Woo, woo, woo!

Watching the alien TV shows, eating the pasta, not having to conversate about either one.

Yay, sweet freedom. So he left about an hour ago, left about an hour ago to begin his long car journey across the continental United States

to visit my mom in the desert. And I know you're thinking, wait, girl, isn't he recovered? Yes, he is,

but his doctor cleared him to go. And now, I don't want to brag about how sexy my life is,

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