Mistari 123 ya kwanza.
Who's my little pussycat?
Grab my dipstick.
Let me give you some oil.
My tail came off!
Who's a bad boy who
ripped off my tail? - Who's my
little pussycat? - Oh, yeah.
Oh, fuck!
Oh, fuck that's hot.
Molly?
Hi!
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi!
So sorry.
You look like a lion.
It's a cheetah.
What?
Nothing.
- Ad agency having a Halloween party?
Long story, I slept in a van.
Uh...
It's a new client,
loves imported vans circa 1966,
and is a furry,
but hey, I got the new oil and gas accounts,
and the agency's about to make bank,
and, you know, mom texted me
that my dad moved into the guest bedroom.
How are you doing?
Oh, I'm fine!
They're both due for a mid life crisis, they'll work it out.
What is with baby boomers
texting about massive life events?
It's like it took them so long to learn how to text,
they forgot how to call.
Oh, yeah.
"Aunt Alma died, angel emoji, coffin emoji, cry face."
So is that all you brought, or what?
- There wasn't a third seat in the moving van,
my parents are bringing the rest.
Oh, such good parents.
They insisted.
Staying with them for one week was my limit.
You've been here for a week?
- The placement came up so quickly,
I was back here before I knew it.
I just wasn't very good at staying in touch
and I didn't know if you'd still want me here.
- I didn't even try to rent your room, I hate everyone else.
I am really sorry.
I really am!
Shush!
Shush, shush, shush, shush, shush.
Okay, I wanna hear everything, tell me about your job.
Did you meet a guy?
Fucking love a British accent.
Um...
If anybody hurts you,
I will rip there head off and shit down their neck.
Do you know what I mean?
- That's the most beautiful thing
anybody has ever said to me.
Nothing serious.
- Sweet, wingwoman's back in town, then.
Frankie!
Hey, dad.
Hey, honey.
Hi.
Elle, nice to see ya.
Costume party.
- Reminds me when the two of you where younger.
Thanks for taking the old doggy in.
I mean, I am paying rent.
- Moll, your grandma wants you to have this lamp.
Have you called her since you've been back?
- Yup, had a light convo about my eggs drying up,
followed by what a tragedy it is
that I don't have a boyfriend anymore,
ending in how I need to marry rich.
Sounds reasonable.
- Huh, works. - Where's Meredith?
- She's grabbing her power tools.
Aww, my little beef cake.
Okay, keys.
I'm gonna go shower before work.
Rosie's, 5:00pm.
Don't be late, I know where you live.
Hey,
thank you.
Fucking good to have you back.
She's got a tail.
Yeah, she does.
Go get mom.
Okay.
Perv.
Hey!
How come no one told me you were coming back?
Rosie, your pregnant?
What?
Who?
The science, ball and chain.
I mean, if you ever replied to my text messages
you might know that.
I--
Ah, look who we found, right?
Gang's back together, huh?
What are you drinking?
- So are you just here for a visit, or what?
- Nope, I just had to move across an ocean
to find anyone to give me experience,
to get a permanent teaching job right back here.
- Huh, you want to be teaching here, huh?
Uh-huh.
- Hmm, have you read the news lately?
Woof.
Your school have to deal with any of that bullshit?
- Well, we have to follow the curriculum,
but I don't teach sex ed.
That's a shame,
fucked up the best subject.
- You managed to learn just fine, didn't you?
I sure did.
All right, enough about work.
Tell us everything.
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