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That was Valerie. Ashley does this interior design thing.

Well, then, how come I didn't get a damn handbook about these laws? I'll pay you twenty bucks to come and save me later this afternoon. Shortly after I tell Cassie she can have her party.

Well, I'll have the cigars ready.

Kind of hard to keep track. Ah, right. Patricia'll probably want to try that next.

I think it's one of those trial and error things. Oh, well Vincent is coming with me to that damn party. Can we both come? We'll tell Patricia it's a work emergency.

I'll let you know when conception happens. First to know, and all.

I'm sure Ashley would love to give her pointers.

Ah crap, there might be a reason I've been married three times then. Sure, that works.

Of course, and all.

Maybe they'll start something together.

Exactly. You'd think you'd have learned by now, old man. Perfect. We'll be on our way as soon as possible.

Shut up - you're one of my best friends.

Oh god.

Clearly I haven't. Thank you, I guess I better go face my daughter.

Sure, you say that now.

That could be interesting.

Nope. Good luck, man.

When would I ever deny that?

I'll be hiding in my den a lot more.

Thanks, you better be here soon.

I don't know, I was being a smart ass.

Patricia is nice. I thought you liked her.

As soon as possible, dude.

Stop that.

I do, but I know what Ashley is like when she's working. She'll insist they do a lot of work here, then there will be catalogs and fabric strewn everywhere.

I appreciate it.

Stopping.

You should spend more time with me at work.

I'm thinking that I might. I might need an assistant though.

I don't know why you haven't gotten one yet. I go through them like you do wives.

Oh, hardy har har.

I know. If the business had failed I should have gone into stand up.

I would have been in the audience, mainly just to throw rotten fruit at you.

That would be disgusting.

I wouldn't aim for the face.

It would still be hideous. I'd live on your couch and not shower so you'd have to deal with the rotting fruit smell.

Until Ashley took a broom to you for stinking up the fancy new furniture? Or I dumped water on you and then she takes a broom to us both.

Ouch.

She's threatened to do it before.