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What a beautiful
September morning.

Welcome to
Strutting with Sondheim.

You know, a lot of people
think that Sondheim's music

isn't danceable
or very catchy.

Well, they can
go fuck themselves.

All right,
let's all partner up!

Remember, hand to hand,
eye to eye, actual emotions.

Let's make some human
connections today,
people, okay?

Excuse me,
where are you going,
Barcelona?

Partner up?

I'm not touching
a stranger's hands.

Yeah.
They'll be all clammy.

If I wanted clams,
I'd go to the oyster bar

and trick a day trader
into buying me some chowder.

You go
to the oyster bar?

What are you, a prostitute?

That's the nicest thing
anyone's ever asked me.

Ugh. Look at that.

Dr. Dolittle 2.

I'm so glad,
because I didn't feel
Dr. Dolittle 1

incorporated enough of Eddie
Murphy's homophobic stand-up.

You know, I heard
in this one we get closure

on that night
he was a "good Samaritan"

and picked up
that trans prostitute

who later died under
mysterious circumstances.

Well, either way,
he's definitely gonna
talk to animals.

Here's to us

Aw, where we met.

This place should be
a New York City landmark.

Agreed. Okay, next stop
on the "Billy Farewell Tour"
checklist,

there are two leather bars
we have to say good-bye to
before you leave for LA.

But one is a Sephora now.

We'll go anyway.
I need mascara.

Hi! Um, we're looking
for the Broadway Dance School?

Aw, you two are as
bright-eyed and bushytailed
as Gaby Hoffmann

when she goes bottomless
on Transparent.

Let me give you
a word of advice.

New York is gonna
eat you alive
like it's Lea DeLaria

and you're a pretty new extra
on Orange is the New Black.

Go back to Kentucky.

How did you know that my wife
and I were from Kentucky?

Bye.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

What's wrong,
Chinese New Year?

Did Malcolm Gladwell
post another podcast

explaining how comedy works?

I'm officially unemployed.

The website I do recaps for
just went under.

Hulk Hogan sued them too.
He was on a roll after Gawker.

Don't worry, Lunchables.

You know
I'm the stable breadwinner.

In fact, since PBS
moved to Jupiter, Florida,

I'm even more invaluable.

Yeah, I guess.

Both the Zumba Madam

and the Cannibal Cop
remain in stable condition.

And in non-New York news,

a massive sinkhole
in Jupiter, Florida,

has suddenly devoured
the PBS headquarters.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

That's horrible.

On the upside,
I never have to see you

in those
corduroy shorts again.

- Noodles, please.
- Sorry.

A little respect.

I just lost
most of my colleagues.

We were never warned about
sinkholes growing up.

Back on Gilligan's Island,
it was

quicksand this
and quicksand that.

I have a powerful
formative memory

of Ginger
being tied to a tree.

Somebody got over the death
of his coworkers quickly.

So when
you're seating a party,

you just want to
check it off here

so you don't double-book
a table.

You got it?

I'm sorry.
Um, I'm just gonna ask it.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Uh...

You're Tony Hale.

That's right.
That's right.

So why have you decided
to wait tables?

- Because...
- I'm Tony Hale.

You're Tony Hale.

I know.
I want stability.

Hollywood just chews you up
and spits you out.

My biggest regret
was when I gave up

my lunchtime shift
at the Caliente Cab Company

after my second Emmy win
for Veep.

Well, I'm actually
about to move to LA,

and I'm gonna
set that town on fire!

Oh, yeah.

I tried to set that town
on fire too.

I made it look like
an accident,

but the insurance agents
know every trick in the book.

Attention, work family!

I have some exhilarating news
that will wrap up my arc

of wanting to be
on a reality show!

You got on a reality show?

No, you dirty dunce!

But I did get
a final callback

for the reboot
of Supermarket Sweep!

Yes!

Supermarket Sweep
is a game show.

Yeah, but on it,
I play myself, which is real.

All I have to do is complete
an extensive personality test.

Matthew,
that is so exciting!

Okay, dial it down, Mary.

Behind with hot.

Oh, my God.

Mummenschanz!
Not again!

This makeup
is just new technique

for avoiding
facial recognition cameras.

Hey, sisters.
This is Lola.

I'm gonna tell you
what you need to do

to walk through the streets
of New York City undetected.

First you're gonna need
Scotch tape, black lipstick,

a tennis racquet,
and you'll definitely
need a shirt

you don't mind
setting on fire.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You haven't seen her
makeup tutorials?

Okay,
the camaraderie at Caliente
was so much stronger.

Laugh all you want,
but the CIA doesn't know
that I went

to Chop't for lunch.
Can you say the same, Tony?

I cannot.
I went to Wendy's.

Can everybody gather around?
We have some news.

It's got nothing to do
with our baby, okay?

Gather around.

So Sephora is buying up
the entire neighborhood

and turning
all the East Village

into a sprawling
monster location.

What?

Our beloved café will soon
just be some NARS lipliners.

Avenue B is going to become
a giant aisle

of Kat Von D's
liquid lipsticks.

That's a good lipstick.

What about the STOMP theater?

The STOMP theater will
remain the STOMP theater.

- Thank God.
- Wait a second. I'm sorry.

Sephora can't just come in

and take over
an entire neighborhood?

Now that corporations are
a division of US military,

they can pretty much invade
wherever they want.

- Panera Bread's got nukes.
- Oh, my God.

D's Café is no more.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah.

Right. It's not...

You've been here,
like, half a day.

Welcome,

surviving members of PBS.

Thank you for meeting me
at my laundromat.

Let's dive in
before my towels are done.

We need to go to Congress
and ask for money.

Well, it was Walt Gleacher's
job to testify,

and he died
in the sinkhole.

And all of his successors
are dead too,

due to unrelated
Florida mayhem.

So what are you saying, Gaby?

If you don't make a plea
to Congress, we're done.

Gaby, I have
insufferable stage fright.

Are you okay with knowing
that we're never gonna run

another Wilco episode
of Austin City Limits?

Or broadcast Micky Dolenz's
one-man show?

No.

I'm not okay with that.

Good.

Oh.

My towels are done.

Mom, if your AOL
keeps crashing,

that's just God's way of
telling you to stop using AOL.

Please, don't evoke God.
Just fix my email.

Okay.

What's your password?

- Marilyn.
- Marilyn.

Mom, you have a lot of
unreturned emails

in your trash folder
from your editor.

"Where is the manuscript?"

"Final notice"?

Mom, your book
is due tomorrow

or else you lose your deal.

I know! I know.
I'm scared.

Well, you can't just
ignore this

and hope it goes away!

Remember when
I forgot to return

King Ralph
to Blockbuster?

And then as soon as
I realized it was late,

I hid it in the back of
my closet for six months.

Oh, I remember.
I bailed you out.

Now I have a $539 VHS copy
of King Ralph.

If I don't hand in
this manuscript,

it will be the first time in
my life that I've ever failed.

Help me, Julie.

This was my King Ralph.

Brew a pot of coffee.

Okay.

Ah, wait.
That's Esmerelda's job,

and she's got lupus again.
That loafing Lucy.

Do you really need coffee?

Yeah, because we're gonna
stay up together all night

and we're gonna
write your book.

In one night?

It's self-help.

It's all anecdotal
and catchphrases.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute. I've got one.

"Nobody asked me!"

Yeah, we're not gonna
use that one.

Listen, the secret to writing
is that you can't

write and judge
at the same time.

You can either write
or you can judge.

So it's a two-man job!
Okay, great.

You write, I'll judge,

and we'll get
this fucker in the can
by the crack of dawn!

Siri?

How does Es-mer-el-da

make coffee?

Question mark.

Hey.

Hey, Billy,

try this water.

You can't tell it's fracked,
can you?

Are you crazy?

Is that safe?

You tell me
in two to three minutes.

I guess
they fracked this powder

and then they combined it
with another powder,

and now it's a liquid?

Anyway, pregnant women
can't touch the bottle.

What's up?

I have been accused
of being cold and avoidant,

so I wanted
to come and drop off
this invitation in person.

Billy, you're moving to LA,

and you tell me by inviting me
to your going away party?

Is that no bueno?

What the fuck?

I respect your
lack of sentimentality,

but this is just not
how you say good-bye.

This is not how people
say good-bye.

I'm not saying good-bye!

I'm just...
I'm going out there

for pilot season,
and then if...

If you book something,
you'll stay?

And maybe you'll stay in touch
with me and maybe you won't?

Todd, you are making
a way bigger deal

about this
than you should, okay?

Like when Gigi Hadid's
publicist told her

she was hosting
the American Music Awards.

That was a star-making
moment for Gigi.

That was a host-making
moment for Gigi.

Hey, I gotta
get back to work.

Okay.

But just FYI
about the water,

my tongue is burning,
and I can't feel my ears.

And I'm usually
not aware of my ears,

but now it feels like
they're missing.

So no bueno?

Nickname,

I think I'm having
a panic attack.

Something is clearly askew.

I forgot to match my pocket
square with my socket square.

What?

Arthur, what are you
talking about?

Is this about your
dead friends at PBS?

I told you,
they're happier in hell
than they were in Florida.

I wrote my mother's
entire book last night.

Sleepy Jubees needs a nap.

I know you're tired,
but I have to testify

on behalf of PBS
in front of Congress.

You're a seasoned performer.
Give me some tips.

Okay, well,
here's your first tip,

never call
a woman "seasoned."

And acting
is just imitating

somebody else's acting,
then passing it off
as your own,

like Christian Slater
did with Jack Nicholson,

or Mark Wahlberg did
with a pile of bricks.

Okay, that's good.
Who shall I act like?

James Cagney?

Buddy Ebsen.

Héctor Elizondo.

To my wonderful husband,

who's forcing me to pretend

that I care
that Billy is leaving,

even though
you know I don't.

What the hell?

Calm down, you babies.

I just upgraded
to this ski mask

because I learned
that makeup

contains tiny transmitters
that report your location.

When you use products from
the United States of Sephora,

Uncle Sam knows exactly
where you are.

Lola, please,
it's Billy's night.

I got cast
on Supermarket Sweep!

Oh, my God!
That's a real reason
to celebrate!

Hon!

All right, let me
just take these away.

I'm sorry, what the fuck
do you think you're doing?

I'm still working on this!

I'm sorry.
She hasn't slept in days.

Oh, I'm gonna get you
some apology fries.

Yeah, see that you do.

- All right.
- Fuckin' Tony Hale.

Fucking Tony Hale.

So anyway,
the Sweep producers
showed me this

darling little movie about how
psychotherapy murders people.

And then they had me hold
these two little metal cans

that were called, like, um...
Like a she-meter?

Matthew, that sounds
like Scient...

Nuh-nuh-nuh. Shh.
Let's see how this plays out.

- So proud of you.
So proud of you.
- Oh.

It's Todd.

Hey, are you coming?

Well, what's the point
if it's not really good-bye?

Well, no, I told you
it's not a good-bye party.

It's just...
It's just a party.

Maybe call me
once you get to LA

and realize
you're all alone, okay?

Looky, looky, looky,
looky, looky, looky.

What the fuck are these?

Apology fries have cheese!
Cheese!

Fuck!

- Fuck!
- Yeah, exactly.

Oh, stupid Tony.

Get your shit
together, Hale!

Shit! Shit.

Billy.

Billy!

Billy, what's going on?
Talk to me.

What's going on
is that I'm full of shit.

Todd was right,
not saying good-bye

doesn't mean
I'm not leaving.

I don't want to lose you.

I know I should say
something supportive,

but what's to become of me,
Billy?

I don't want to be
the free radical of hags,

floating around
without a partner!

Think about
all the terrible gays

I could attract
as a new best friend,

a guy that
does autobiographical
shows at piano bars,

someone in fashion!

What about me?

What kind of nightmare hags
in LA am I gonna attract?

A burlesque dancer!
A groundling!

I'm gonna throw up.

- A groundling, Julie!
- I'm gonna throw up!

A groundling!

What if I come with you?

No, you can't come with me.
That's crazy.

Just enough time
to get you settled.

I guess that would mean
that we'd never have
to say good-bye

or deal with our feelings.

Billiam,
let's go ruin another city!

Yes!

Welcome to Los Angeles!

I'm Cashton, the manager
here at Orenthal rental car.

I'm more of a performer
than an actor,

but, yes, I can sing.

Here's my headshot
and résumé

and a printed out list
of inflammatory foods

my nutritionist
recommends avoiding.

How was y'all's flight?

Oh, shit.
It's Arthur.

Hi. I am so sorry

I forgot to tell you
that I left for LA.

How long will you be there?

Just long enough
to make sure Billy's settled.

But, honestly, who knows?

Maybe I'll really
love it out here

and both of us
can move here.

Okay, love you. Bye.

It'll be fine.
You've done worse.

That's true.

What kind of car
are y'all looking for?

- Yellow.
- Blue?

I have a hybrid coupe.

- Ooh!
- Oh, coupe.
I've heard of that.

Yeah, me too.
It's like The Beach Boys.

- Yeah, it's, like, fun.
- And big.

So what should we do first?

Should we do the Harrison Ford
tour of plane crash sites?

Oh, let's go to
the Magic Castle

and vandalize
Neil Patrick Harris' car.

Yes!

I just want to drop off
my stuff first,
if that's okay.

It says here
the place I'm staying,

The Silkwood,
is only five miles away.

"The Silkwood,
short-term housing

"for people
who haven't yet accepted

"they will be
in Los Angeles forever."

- And it's only
five miles away?
- That's what it says.

That's perfect.
We'll drop off your stuff,

- we'll have the whole day
ahead of us!
- I love it.

Hey, why are they all
stopped up there?

Ugh.
That traffic was like

the first scene
in La La Land.

It sucked.

Hello? Is anybody here?

Welcome to The Silkwood.

I'm Joan Gentile.
I'm the landlady here.

It was the pictures
that got small.

I'm not a ghost.

Would you like
to show yourselves around?

Oh, yeah.

That'd be great.
Thank you.

My husband
was a homosexual too.

"The Silkwood boasts
family-style housing

"for stage moms and the kids

"they force to live out
their broken dreams.

"Children are
tutored poolside,

"which we call home-pooling
instead of home-schooling.

"Get it?"

Yeah, I get it.

Let's find my apartment.

"This part
of The Silkwood

"was originally
a mental hospital

"that burned
for three days straight

"but never turned to ash.

"Now it houses men
who are depressed

"for all kinds of reasons."

The weather's nice.

Home sweet home!

It looked different online.

How so?

I can't believe we're saying
good-bye to this place.

This was our dream.

I've only known you
a day and a half,

but it is really hard
to break up the gang.

This is the saddest
day of my life,

watching the government shut
down another small business.

I feel as useless as
the CrossFit equipment

in Mitch McConnell's basement.

I'm sorry we couldn't
raise the money.

Look, there was just
no way we were gonna

come up with
that kind of cash.

Wait, you guys had the option
to buy the café?

Why didn't you tell me?
I got money in savings.

How much money?

I can't see that far away.

De-de-dee-de-de-de-duh

Supermarket Sweep!

Matty, you came in your sailor
costume to cheer me up!

Also because
I have wonderful news!

I've been asked to join
a boat-based division

of Supermarket Sweep
called the Sea Orj!

The Sea Org.

No, it's "orj," like orgy.

Anyway, the producers
have asked me to sign
a billion-year contract.

What?

And I'm doing it.

Good-bye forever!

Push.

Push!

Oh. Bye.

Ah, West Hollywood.

I could choke on the smell
of prep and spray tan

if it weren't for the smog
evening them out.

Yeah, but there's space,

and people pee
where they're supposed to,

in toilets,
or each other's mouths.

My God, how'd you get
so sunburned so quickly?

Is that just since
we parked the car?

Yep.

Hey, will you
check the guidebook
for somewhere to eat,

someplace that doesn't have
fruit listed as dessert?

Oh, yeah. Sure.

- Welcome!
- Hi.

Would you like to sit in our
"bread" or "no bread" section?

Aw. Bread it is.

Oh, my God, Julie,
this place is a landmark.

One of these tables
is where Bryan Singer's

- accusers first met
with their lawyer.
- Oh.

Would you like a laptop cord,
or did you bring your own?

Excuse me?

I assumed you were a writer,

based on your age,
weight, and bread.

No, thank you.

But I did have a question
about the menu.

What's the closest thing
you guys have to a hot dog?

We do have
a Downward Facing Dog,
it's like an ex...

- Fuck you.
- Okay.

I'll be back to tell you
about my roller derby team.

Hey. Hi.

I don't work here.

My name is Flute,
and I'm a doula.

And you seem pregnant.

So I'd love to
give you my card.

It would be
my absolute privilege

to go on this journey
with you.

Billy, I don't know
how much more of this
I can take.

Don't look now,
but Terrence Howard is
at the table behind you,

and he just took out
his classical guitar.

Oh, my God!

- We have to get out of here.
- I know.

Dr. Ben Carson, it's me.

Dr. Marilyn Kessler.

Remember we met in Maryland
at that one country club
that let both of us in?

Well, I'm just calling
for patient referrals.

Not that I think
my book is going to fail.

Oh, hold on.
I have another call.

Hold on. Yes?

Marilyn Kessler.

I had a bet going
with my assistant
about whether

you'd have to return
your advance.

Anyway, long story short,
now he has to fuck me.

I'm not sure
who lost that bet.

But did you like my book?

No.

I fucking love it!

Really?

I'm pushing up
its release date.

This book will even outsell
The Outsider Art
of the DC Sniper.

Oh, Veronica,
I am over the moon!

I just have one question

before I get back
to hog-tying my assistant.

This book is so different
from everything else

you've sent me so far.
What happened?

Well, I guess
I just found my voice

and learned how to use her.

It.

My, my voice.

My voice.

My... Me.

Me.

Distinguished members
of the committee,

I am here to remind you

of the importance
of public broadcasting.

In 1970...

In...

In 1970, our... Oh.

Uh...

I meant to do that.

Please accept my most
sincere apologies.

Are you doing Cary Grant?

Are you doing Tony Curtis
doing Cary Grant?

Oh.
You dirty rat!

Well, I certainly didn't
expect to be called

a dirty rat this morning.

Next!

Come on, Arthur.
Imitate somebody.

Who would deal
with this situation best?

Cheese!

Oh, I'm sorry,

what the fuck do you think
you're doing?

Reynolds, put back the water

and bring him some
apology fries as well.

Now...

here's what's gonna do.

You're gonna give PBS
the money we need,

and you're going
to do it now.

Apology fries have cheese!

Hey, Billy,
not that my positivity

is wearing thin
or anything,

but do you think
there's, like, a tram,

that could take us up
to the top of this...

I want to say,
dirt building?

Oh, no, Jules, you look
even redder than before.

Do you have
a particularly high
Rotten Tomatoes score

or is your sunburn
getting worse?

I think it might be having
an allergic reaction
to that bread.

Of course!

There's no gluten
in bread in LA.

- It's all nuts and sap.
- Oh, shit.

I don't think I'm going
into anaphylactic shock,

but maybe we should
get a fresh EpiPen

just to be safe, you know?

Hey!
Hey! Pregnant writer?

It's me, Flute the doula!

And lucky for you, I'm also
a licensed healologist

with a specialty
in eavesdropping.

And I heard that
maybe you thought

you were having some kind of
allergic reaction?

Yeah, do you know
where the closest pharmacy is?

Because we can't get
any cell phone reception
up here.

Wow, pharmacies.

I mean, I could direct you
to the nearest "CVS,"

but I think this would
actually help you a lot more.

It's my healologist license.

Call me when you're
ready for the medicine

that will really help you,

me telling you
over and over again

that whatever you're feeling
is all in your head.

Please don't take this
the wrong way, Flute,

but I hope you die
of a preventable disease.

Let's go get you an EpiPen.
Excuse us.

Holy shit!
Is that a fucking rattlesnake?

Holy shit!

Is that Aaron Sorkin meeting
with the Duplass brothers?

No! No!

Oh, shit. We're trapped.

We're trapped!
Where do we go?

Well, first,
we're going to CVS,

and then I'm dropping you off
at the airport.

What? No, no, no!

I'm supposed to stay here
until you get settled!

We've been in LA 24 hours,
and you might actually die.

But how are we
going to stay in touch?

We'll FaceTime,
and we'll Skype,

and, you know,
we'll text each other

more constantly
than we already do.

It will be okay.

Will it?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Hello.
Welcome to Lola's D's Café.

Here is a menu,

and a complimentary
surveillance-free mascara.

Because beauty is knowing

the government
isn't watching you.

Have a seat,
and I'll be right back
to take your order

and answer any questions
you might have about the line

of tracker-free makeup
I've created.

I cannot believe
she's actually our partner.

We did the right thing.
Lola saved us from Sephora.

Hey, Lola, I don't get it.

If you're this loaded,

why were you waiting tables
to begin with?

I am passionate about
the food service industry,

especially now that
I'm in charge.

Did y'all read the new
employee handbook?

It opens with a chart
connecting JFK's assassination

to Marisa Tomei's Oscar.

I couldn't understand
that manifesto.

You should take this job
more seriously,

since LA chewed you up
and spit you out again

like an actress
eating lunch.

Nobody spit me out.

Except for that Uber driver.
Pussy.

I came back because
I got cast on Blue Bloods,

which happens to shoot here.

And it is not your fault,
thespian.

Percy the gay nephew
got cut down to background.

But they're gonna bring
that little gay boy
back, right?

I mean, I hope
they bring him back,

because, contractually,
I'm not allowed

to appear
on any other shows.

Uh, table for one.

Matthew,
oh, my God!

- I'm home!
- Hi!

Mama Dee, you are looking
at the first homosexual

to ever be kicked out
of Scientology

instead of being
blackmailed to stay in.

So you finally figured out

there's no
Supermarket Sweep reboot.

Of course not.
Don't be such an SP!

Well, this is cause
to celebrate.

- Matthew, you're rehired.
- Thank you.

Tony, you're fired.

F it all to H.

Hey, I'm part owner.

I make these decisions, too.
Tony...

- Yes?
- You're fired.

Damn it!

Damn it!

Damn it!

Oh. Ben Carson?

Have you been on hold
all this time?

I've got to go.

I'm doing
Watch What Happens Live
with Andy Cohen. Okay.

Welcome back
to Watch What Happens Live.

I'm Andy Cohen,
and I'm here with

the best-seller author
of Finding My Voice

and the Countess Luann's
former therapist,

Dr. Marilyn Kessler.

I cannot tell you
how honored I am
that I am here

because you love
my book so much
I'm your only guest.

Yeah, that's exactly why
you're my only guest,

not because Shereé
Whitfield has been

stuck in an elevator
for the past 45 minutes.

I agree, my book is
extremely brave.

I actually didn't...

Well, Andy,
you do not get to spend

two months on top of
The New York Times
bestseller list

if you're cowardly.

Marilyn, you are very honest
in your book about

the pursuit of happiness
without more antidepressants.

Honest.

What was your favorite part
of writing the book?

Getting my hair done
and raising my rates,

well, and I mean
helping people.

And I enjoyed being there
for the actual writing.

It's rare
that you get to spend
so much time with your...

voice without fighting.

I've been trying
to become a writer

so I don't
become my mother.

Now I finally have success
as a writer,

and all I had to do
is become my mother.

What are you watching?

That doesn't sound like
Independent Lens.

I had to take a break
from PBS to watch my mom

on Watch What Happens Live
from last night.

She's gonna quiz me
about it later.

Pencils down,
Lady Foot Locker.

Breakfast is served.

You know, I don't mean
to sound ungrateful.

I know you got me the job
and everything.

It's just recapping
PBS shows for PBS

seems more useless
than shaving your pussy

before you go
to a Sound of Music
singalong.

I can't disagree,

but a lot of people enjoy
PBS's Online Presence.

When do I
get paid again?

Ooh, funny you should ask,
Senate Floor.

The government funding
just came through.

PBS finally got the check.

- Congratulations.
- Ta-da!

See?

That says "TBS."

Yeah, they misunderstood.

That's why it says
"very funny" on the memo line.

Anyway, it's easy
to change a T to a P.

I'm gone for six months,

and they turned
the Broadway Dance School

into an NYU dorm with
a Chase Bank in the lobby?

Yeah, the only thing that
never changes about New York

is people in New York
talking about how New York
has changed.

Very true. Hey.

Todd's working late tonight.
Do you wanna go see a movie?

Yeah!

I'm in the mood
for something really awful,

like maybe something
from the Dirtyverse.

Ah, yes,
like Dirty Grandpa,
Bad Santa.

Bad Moms, Bad Teacher,

uh, Horrible Bosses.

Yeah, Crappy Cousin.

Lousy Abortionist.

Gross Ghost.

Perverted Architect.

Cunty Kid.

Should we really see
Dr. Dolittle 2,

or should we
just give that money

to The Gay Men's
Health Crisis?

I'm having a Gay Men's Mental
Health Crisis of my own

just thinking
about Eddie Murphy

talking to an alligator with
the voice of Kevin Pollak.

What else is playing?

Well, if you're in the mood
to watch King Ralph,

I happen to own
a very expensive copy.

- Oh, I love King Ralph!
- Yeah.

- I'm Billy, by the way.
- I'm Julie.

You know, I don't think
I've ever said this
once in my life,

but it's nice to meet you.