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Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God: he's coming.
Who's coming?
Oh, don't give me that, liar, liar, jeans on fire.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Your beloved Romeo, Romeo, who, what where --how does it go?
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo.
Yeah, there you go. Well your Romeo is coming over to my house right now.
I just heard my brother talking to him on his cellphone.
He just got off work. He's on his way over on his skateboard.
Cool it with the Romeo comments, Mels. Romeo dies and I want my Ro --
Your Joshua alive, I know.
Well, he is alive and you'll be able to see him any moment en vivo.
By the way, my dad isn't mad any more.
I mean it took him a while, but he finally got over that Father, Daughter thing.
You put him up to it, sold him on the idea, and then let him down gracefully.
You're a true friend.
You're welcome.
Is the stinky house for sale?
It is. How is that possible?
Beats me. Can you imagine trying to sell the place?
Welcome to the stinky house: you'll find the roof stinks,
the walls stink, the kitchen stinks, and yes, even the price stinks.
The *** on the walls, is it recent?
Oh, yes. In renovating the home for sale,
the owners smeared their poo-poos in every room.
Their son Freddie, bless his heart, also peed on all the frayed carpets.
Oh, and in the back yard, something I personally like,
are the rotting carcasses of cats that starved to death.
You're right, this house is a real stinker -- I like it.
So when is this show gonna start?
Cool your jets, sister; he's coming.
Yeah, so is Christmas. By the way, what's our limit this year?
Ten bucks kind of cramps a girl's style.
Not that I didn't love that plastic Chinese "thing" you got me last year.
It was so practical.
What did you have in mind?
Let's do twenty?
And if I have to borrow ten from you to make the twenty?
Sure, just stay away from the "Made in China" this year.
This ice-cream is really, really --
Delicious.
Yeah, that's the word.
It's so cool and smooth with a firm texture.
What? A girl can't enjoy a little ice-cream? Dreyers, no less.
I'm ready for seconds.
Me, too.
I just don't want Joshua to think we're spying on him.
We not spying -- that's C.I.A. stuff.
We're just secretly checking out his babelicious good looks.
Why don't you go around the side of the house and see if he's still there.
Okay.
You have to crawl out.
Oh.