I'M KIND OF A HOMO-SCEPTIC.

- HAVE YOU READ MY BOOK?
- NO, BUT I'VE SEEN THE PHOTOGRAPHS.

- IS THAT YOU?
- NO. THAT'S MY DAUGHTER, DENISE.

(LYNN) WHAT IF TONY HAYERS SEES
"COOK, PASS, BABTRIDGE" PAINTED ON YOUR CAR?

HE CAN'T GET A RECORD DEAL.
THERE'S NO JUSTICE, CHRISTIAN...LE VAUX.

RIGHT. PRESUMABLY, THERE'S GOING
TO BE SOME SORT OF FUNERAL?

HA! YOU BASTARD!

LITTLE CHEF.

I DON'T WANT ONE. I WAS JUST MAKING SMALL TALK.

AND WHAT DID YOU HAVE
FOR BREAKFAST THIS MORNING?

I DON'T THINK WE'LL HAVE HAIR,
I THINK WE'LL BE COMPLETELY HAIRLESS,

BECAUSE IT HELPS ME
KEEP THE WOLF FROM THE DOOR, SO TO SPEAK.

HE LIKES ME, DOESN'T HE?

WE, ER...

THAT'S FINE, FILL HER UP.

A-HA!

- YES, THAT'S RIGHT.
- WHAT DO I OWE YOU?

- WHAT?
- SEE, YOU DID IT AGAIN, YOU'RE DEFINITELY SACKED!