Mary’s roast chicken and new potatoes would be useless in this situation.
Estelle: Wilbur, this is Dr. Ed Harding. Ed: Nice to meet you, Wilbur. So you and your mother enjoy karaoke! Wilbur: She’s not my mother! She’s my…umm…older sister! Much older!
JORDO, the envelope screamed. Jordan Like The Basketball Player looked at it and went white. Surely only one man wrote in block letters so big, letters calculated to bawl out his message loudly enough to be visible to the blind. A man he had hoped to never hear from again in his life, a man the very thought of whom sent cold sweat trickling down his spine. He licked his lips, contemplating throwing the envelope away, unopened. But Red’s eyes were on him. Red was watching from across the room. Jordan Like The River squared his pudgy shoulders, bit his lip, and tore open the envelope. Inside was a simple card, and the message on it was worse than he had thought. With a hollow groan, Jordan Like The Country dropped it to the floor and fainted dead away.
Everyone crowded around, gesticulating and wondering what had gone wrong. Nobody noticed the card, which had blown under a table laden with food that was destined to remain uneaten:
“I spy with my little eye someone whom I would want to be my ex, marrying another guy!”
I really, really hope Dawn was a foundling. I mean, that would remove the possibility that some woman, somewhere, found Weelbur attractive enough to sleep with him.
We're at karaoke ALREADY? My head is spinning from this mad rush. I fully expected a whole week of Mary sipping her coffee and talking about karaoke before we got there.
I hope Mary invites Estelle and Dr. Ed to join them after telling Wilbur confronting his emotions will heal them. A drunken Wilbur will then challenge Dr. Ed's credentials since he is not a "real doctor", but simply a veterinarian, alleging that vet school is for people who cannot gt into a "real medical school". At that point, Dr. Ed injects Wilbur with Ketamine to quiet him for his neutering.
Maybe Wilbur and Estelle can agree to split up the week at the Star Lounge so they don't run into each other like this. Any problem can be solved if two parties want to solve it. Also, Dr Harding isn't actually violating his "don't date a patient" policy unless Estelle has Libby in a cat carrier with her.
Looks like Estelle took a few minutes to get her hair colored at a drive-through salon. She obviously wanted a younger look and has opted for the latest color for older women: greige.
Let’s have a round of applause for Eshtelle resolutely ignoring the meddling hag and Weelbur sitting right there staring at her. Don’t acknowledge their existence! They can’t make you!
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Run Around Sue goes out with other guys.
Whatever happened to Dawn's mother? Who's the real tramp here, Wilbur?
Mary’s roast chicken and new potatoes would be useless in this situation.
Estelle: Wilbur, this is Dr. Ed Harding.
Ed: Nice to meet you, Wilbur. So you and your mother enjoy karaoke!
Wilbur: She’s not my mother! She’s my…umm…older sister! Much older!
“People seem to have a good time here”..but not really
Rex Morgan Crossover:
JORDO, the envelope screamed. Jordan Like The Basketball Player looked at it and went white. Surely only one man wrote in block letters so big, letters calculated to bawl out his message loudly enough to be visible to the blind. A man he had hoped to never hear from again in his life, a man the very thought of whom sent cold sweat trickling down his spine. He licked his lips, contemplating throwing the envelope away, unopened. But Red’s eyes were on him. Red was watching from across the room. Jordan Like The River squared his pudgy shoulders, bit his lip, and tore open the envelope. Inside was a simple card, and the message on it was worse than he had thought. With a hollow groan, Jordan Like The Country dropped it to the floor and fainted dead away.
Everyone crowded around, gesticulating and wondering what had gone wrong. Nobody noticed the card, which had blown under a table laden with food that was destined to remain uneaten:
“I spy with my little eye someone whom I would want to be my ex, marrying another guy!”
And it was signed, “Weelbur Weston.”
I really, really hope Dawn was a foundling. I mean, that would remove the possibility that some woman, somewhere, found Weelbur attractive enough to sleep with him.
We're at karaoke ALREADY? My head is spinning from this mad rush. I fully expected a whole week of Mary sipping her coffee and talking about karaoke before we got there.
I hope Mary invites Estelle and Dr. Ed to join them after telling Wilbur confronting his emotions will heal them. A drunken Wilbur will then challenge Dr. Ed's credentials since he is not a "real doctor", but simply a veterinarian, alleging that vet school is for people who cannot gt into a "real medical school". At that point, Dr. Ed injects Wilbur with Ketamine to quiet him for his neutering.
"Yes, I see people who are happy." Huh?
And let's not even get into what he spies with his little eyes.
Sheesh, this dialogue is dreck!
-- Scottie McW
Is Mary planning on singing?
Mary likes to have a good time, right?
Maybe Wilbur and Estelle can agree to split up the week at the Star Lounge so they don't run into each other like this. Any problem can be solved if two parties want to solve it. Also, Dr Harding isn't actually violating his "don't date a patient" policy unless Estelle has Libby in a cat carrier with her.
Looks like Estelle took a few minutes to get her hair colored at a drive-through salon. She obviously wanted a younger look and has opted for the latest color for older women: greige.
If I were Mary, I'd slam that Mich Ultra faster than Wilbur can eat that dried apricot in his glass
Let’s have a round of applause for Eshtelle resolutely ignoring the meddling hag and Weelbur sitting right there staring at her. Don’t acknowledge their existence! They can’t make you!
LouiseF, upon further contemplation of Estelle’s hair, I think she has Libby hidden in the back of it, right above her neck.
I find myself wondering how many of those purple blouses Mary has, or does she just wear the same one over and over.
@hmmmm...good catch on Estelle's hair. I was so focused on Wilbur's pouty face that I missed it.
"Another guy" would have rhymed, Wilbur.
Hu-mans seem to have a good time here. Yes, I see Hu-mans who are happy.
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