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Show 22, Jeffries, Islamorada "Listen. Get married. Give us a grandson. You didn't turn out quite right, but maybe-" "Mom. . ." "Get hitched. Although I don't know what you'd have to offer those girls but I suppose food stamps could be a start. Or the general relief. For once do the right thing by-" "Yeah, but which one?" "Use coin toss. Pick the rich one. Or the poet. But make it legal." "I'll call, or we'll get together at Dan's spring game-" "Aww this call, son, expensive, did you want to reverse the charges?" As Mom picked up the refrain "You Quit Your Job-" "Dorian Clayton," his father penetrated, "it's not that late for you yet. . .what are you. . .what do you want to be?" "Up on the housetops," Dory began, "They're staging a comeback. Chimneysweeps-lucky as lucky can be. And good luck will rub off-" "There he goes again," they worried. "Son you're thirty years old. What do you really want to-" |