Okay, hypothetical question:
Christy, you can't answer.
Why can't I answer?
I want to answer.
I am tired of waiting for Mr. Right.
If I went gay, who here would go out with me?
I don't want to answer.
Are we gay, too?
Or are we just really drunk at mardi gras?
You know, for beads.
Either way, I'm in.
她戒酒了 而且很高 这是我一半的要求
She's sober and tall. That's half my wish list.
Come on, you're not really giving up on men.
You're just going through a little slump.
Marjorie, I haven't been with a man in over a year,
and to be completely honest,
I'm not even concerned about sex.
I just want somebody to want me.
I understand that.
I didn't have an intimate relationship
for almost seven years.
I'd given up hope
that anybody would ever want me again.
Now, not only am I desired,
Victor and I are having intercourse
three times a week, like clockwork.
So, like, Monday, Wednesday and Friday?
Monday, Wednesday and Saturday.
Fridays, we like to watch Blue Bloods.
Bonnie, you want guys to notice you,
maybe you need to show a little more skin.
Yeah, I bet those long legs look yummy in a skirt.
I might still be on the gay thing.
I guess I could dig out the Daisy Dukes.
Ugh. If you do that,
promise me you'll wear underwear this time.
Oh, just let it go.
Don't tell me to let it go.
We can never go back to that shoe store again.
Let's pay the check and go to the meeting.
In all fairness, mom,
you really haven't
put yourself out there since Alvin died.
Yeah, well, your father was a tough act to follow.
You really loved him, didn't you?
I think about him every day.
Aw, that's sweet.
So you gonna kick in for your cobb salad, or what?
How about Larry? He's single.
No, I don't like reformed heroin addicts.
They're so full of themselves.
Okay, how 'bout angry Mike?
Long-term sobriety, has a good job.
I'm willing to date an angry man,
but not one who still uses a flip phone.
You're not dating any of them,
it's just practice.
Yeah, like when you're 14
and take a shower with your cute cousin.
Just go talk to a couple of guys,
get your mojo back.
Hey, what about Steve?
Yeah, he's perfect.
He's like a CPR dummy with hair.
And you're not related.
Fine. I'm going in.
Hold my triscuit.
Look at those legs go.
It's getting weird, Wendy.
-好啊 史蒂夫 -好啊
- Hey, Steve. - Hey.
I like your shoes.
I also have them in gray.
Mind if I join you?
Well, somebody left these keys here to save the seat, but... please.
That was a great meeting, huh?
Laurie reunited with her parents,
Sam got his 90-day chip...
Just one miracle after another.
You ever notice how Steve looks like a pirate?
Not an evil pirate.
More Johnny Depp-ish.
I'll give you the "Ish" part.
You do know he was just supposed to be
somebody to practice flirting with...
That's all I'm doing.
It just helps if I can visualize him
as somebody who'd be on a bottle of rum.
Hey, Baxter. What's up?
Couple of things.
Is it cool if I drop off Roscoe
an hour early this Friday?
Candace and I are going out to celebrate
the anniversary of our first date.
I got us a room at the Wine Country Inn.
It's a package deal:
Champagne brunch, couple's massage in the room.
Don't care, Baxter.
Yeah, you do.
Also, don't forget we've got
Roscoe's parent-teacher conference tomorrow.
You're telling me not to forget?
You, who used to live in a van?
You, who was arrested in a wal-mart for not wearing pants?
I was there to buy pants.
I am the responsible one.
So don't call me and tell me not to forget.
Mother of the year.
You want to play this game?
I do not.
Where the hell is sixth grade?