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Sorry for the lack of snarky commentary but it was a combonation of the awful day I've had wearing me down and the fact that this is kind of a slow ep, as far as this show goes. I will say that from here on in, William Walker will be known as Papa Whorebucks, though. ;) Enjoy!
Sarah: You’re cooking cornish hens?
Kitty: Yeah. Why?
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Kitty: Oh! What am I gonna do, Kevin. Help me.
Kevin: Okay, is there any chance you may have garlic, pasta, frozen peas and chicken broth?
Kitty: No peas, but oh, I do have a little sage left over from the dead chickens.
Kevin: Okay good, then you’ll have a delicious meal ready in ten minutes that anyone in Milan would die for. And that was too gay a sentence even for me.
Kitty: Hello Mister.
Johnathan: Ah you have the kitchen crisis face.
Kitty: Is it that obvious?
Johnathan: That and the billowing smoke
[they start to make out]
Kevin: Oh kids, I’m still on the phone here!
Kitty: Sorry. It’s Kevin.
Kevin: Look, go have your lurid sex date with your gorgeous boyfriend and I’ll take care of Mom.
[phone rings]
Kitty: No, don’t stop.
Johnathan: I wasn’t going to.
[phone still ringing]
Kitty: Oh God, I’m gonna kill them!
Johnathan: Which one?
Kitty: All of them.
Kitty: So what do you want? You want, like, a burger or something?
Justin: Yes. Quickly. But I’m under strict instructions to uh, well, not to get high.
Kitty: Oh, yeah, how’s that going?
Justin: We’ll see.
Papa Whorebucks: Hey kid.
Justin: Hey Dad.
Papa Whorebucks: We need to talk about work. Get you back on track. Come to my office tomorrow. Noon. And get some coffee before you embarrass yourself.
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Sarah: Who is that?
Kitty: She’s with Justin.
Sarah: Nice rack.
Justin: Hey does anybody wanna go out? There is this great bar in Chinatown we can tear up.
Tommy: Do they allow people with jobs to go there?
Kevin: Or is it just for unemployed hipsters who know every episode of Scooby?
Justin: No it’s also kind of a favorite of Gen Y veterans from foreign wars.
Johnathan: Of course they’re gonna want you. Of course they’re gonna make it appealing. But I think maybe there’s a better job. Stay in New York. Start a family with me.
Justin: Hey, can I ask you a question?
Tommy: The answer is no, you can’t borrow my surfboard, no, I don’t have any money to lend you, and yes, girls still think you’re cute.
Papa Whorebucks: A toast to the birthday girl. Kitty, my beautiful girl. With you home, the circle is complete. We’re all here together. And I must announce with some trepidation you’re no longer grounded.
[everyone laughs]
Justin: When she was fourteen she was grounded indefinately.
Johnathan: What for?
Kitty: Oh it had something to do with cigarettes and surfboards.
Tommy: And shoplifting and a boy named Pablo.
Cooper: Who’s Pablo?
Papa Whorebucks: A name I never want to hear again.
Sarah: To my little sister Kitty, who at age seven, ate all my girlscout cookies which prevented me from winning a trip to space camp which completely destroyed my dream of becoming an astronaut.
Kevin: To Kitty, because of whom I’m always being invited to join the log cabin Republicans.
Kitty: Oh you know what? You should. They’re great. They love me.
Justin: To my big sister Kitty, who taught me how to surf and how to kiss, believe it or not.
Kitty: Oh that is so not true. Justin stop telling that story.
Papa Whorebucks: [to Nora] My dear?
Nora: To Kitty, who I will probably always violently disagree with but who I’ve never stopped loving, not for one moment of her 38 years.
Paige: Mars is my favorite planet. It reminds me of you, Grandpa.
Papa Whorebucks: Why is that?
Paige: He was the god of War. He was a warrior.
Papa Whorebucks: That’s me all right.