[slams two large wads of cash down on Emerson's table]
Or cash. Cash is good. [grabs money, puts it on his lap]
I want to hire you. Technically, I already have, since you were so grabby with the cash.
Think of it as an escrow between my thighs.
Is this a bad idea? Olive as a client? It's a little too close for comfort.
[sarcastically] Oh, hang on a second, let me ask the money.
[Emerson makes his hand a telephone]
Hey money, it's me, Emerson.
[Ned rolls his eyes]
I'm good, I'm good. Yeah, thanks for asking. Say, can I still pay my bills and buy stuff with you, even though you was Olive's money first? Uh huh.
[laughs] Yeah, okay then. Thanks. [laughs again] The money don't care. Touch him.
Where'd you get this pie?
LAunt Lily
We thought you were having them delivered. Comes every week.
VAunt Vivian
I don't know how we survived without it: it's like a sex addiction! [beat] I would imagine.
I don't know, but hurry up and open if before he comes back! What if he changes when his blood sugar level drops?
Maybe like a hypoglycemic werewolf!
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