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Tony: You know, it's funny. Here we
are, the three of us and if--
Sonny: Is Carly going to be okay?
Tony: Carly? Oh yeah, uh-huh. She's
not even a little bit dead. But the point I wanted to make is that here we
are, the three of us and Carly had revenge sex to get back at her mother,
she had hate sex with you to get back at Jason and she *almost* had
revenge sex with YOU to get back at Sonny.
Zander: I'm always left out of the
club!
Tony: Oh, don't worry, son. I'm sure
you'll get your chance soon enough. Carly's pelvis ain't broken, if you
know what I mean.
(chuckling ensues)
Tony: Anyway, I'm off.
Sonny: Thanks, man.
Zander: Broken pelvis. Ha ha. I never
knew Tony was so funny!
Sonny: Yep, that's why he doesn't have
a contract! Shall we?
Zander: After you, Sonny!
Sonny: Ha ha! I sure hope so!
Zander: Hey, you're funny, too!
Sonny: Yeah, but *I* have a contract!
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Roy: So that's the cookie, huh?
Felicia: Yep. This is the cookie that
will represent the family at Carly's funeral.
Roy: It's a nice cookie.
Bobbie (from other room): I'm
trying to mourn here! I'm trying to accept my daughter's death over here!
Felicia: Sorry, Bobbie!
Roy (whispering): It's a damned
nice cookie, though.
Felicia: I'll go bag it up for the
funeral.
(Felicia walks off)
Roy: Kinda makes you wonder how
we'd handle a crisis without Felicia and the cookie, huh?
Luke: I don't trust the cookie.
Roy: Just let it go, man.
Bobbie (yelling from other room):
GRIEVING! MOURNING HERE! GOING FOR THE EMMY REEL OVER HERE!
Roy and Luke: Sorry, Bobbie! We'll
keep it down!
Roy (whispering): It's still a
damned nice cookie, though.
Luke (shrugs): Eh, I've seen
better but I'm really no judge of cookies.
Roy: I hear ya, man.
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