[0:00]Steve? Yeah. Oh. Sorry I'm late, honey. The pro-penny people pelted us with nickels.
[0:11]Did I wake you? Steve, it is you. Oh, of course it's me. Can you give me a hug? Did you miss me? Mm. Oh, don't worry. Daddy's home. And daddy's gonna make it all right.
[0:35]Marcy, I'm home. Oh, hon. You wouldn't believe the traffic over O'Hare tonight. I swear, someday that's where they're gonna find Amelia Earhart. But, the eagle has landed. You want to fool around?
[1:09]Pizza's here. Kelly, you know that's not the way to hold a pizza. Mom, have you ever tried to carry one of these things sitting on the back of a Harley going 60 while trying to hold on to a fat guy who's wearing nothing but chains and black leather? Yes, I have. And that is not the way to do it.
[1:32]Mom, are we going to do anything different this summer? Well, Daddy got seats for the ball games again. Oh, puke. Why don't you like the Cubs? I do. I just hate watching them from the roof of that apartment building where dad always gets his seats. Well, honey, maybe someday they'll forget about that fan interference call that kept the Cubs out of the World Series and let daddy back into the stadium. I hope so, because it looks so stupid with just us and the Polaskis doing the wave.
[2:08]Marcy, you're a wreck. Oh, I see. Steve got back and you two were at it all night, huh? No. I had that dream again, with Al.
[2:28]See, this is the part where you're supposed to make a joke about Al being quick in the sack so I can laugh and see that you're not really mad or anything. Marcy, that's two nights in a row. Al hasn't been quick in the sack with me for two nights in a row in years. Hey, you think I'm enjoying this? I was throwing up all night. Well, so did I at first, but it passes.
[2:54]Whatever happened to, it's only a dream, don't worry about it? Peggy, can't you see what hell my life's becoming? I haven't slept in 48 hours, and Steve's mad at me because every time he brings up sex, I get sick. And now you're yelling at me. And why not? You're the one dreaming around with my husband. Hey, Peg.
[3:18]Hey, Murse.
[3:22]Hey, I tell you, what a day. All day long it's pick up the shoes, take out the trash, pick up the shoes. Hey, tomorrow ought to be a good day for you, Marcy. Tomorrow I wash the car. You my t-shirt.
[3:48]I can't believe you told him. I can't believe you dream about him. I can't believe everybody doesn't.
[3:56]I'm mortified. Well, get happy.
[4:06]Hey, Peg, it looks like another little Philly in the old Bundi stable. Al, what are you doing in Marcy's dream? Ruining her for all other men. You are doing something to cause those dreams. Now, I don't know what it is, but I want you to cut it out. Well, I'll cut it out, Peg, just tell me what to do. What should I do? Uh, stop wearing t-shirts? Stop oozing sex from every pore? That isn't sex, Al. What should I do, Peg? Well, you could come upstairs and be my dream lover for a while. Oh, Peg, not tonight. This this this leg has been acting up ever since that night with the car. Fine. Fine. Then let's just discuss who else's dreams you've been gallivanting around in. Perhaps Mrs. Pritcher across the street. I've seen how she looks at you over her walker.
