[As a girl walks up the stairs, Jenny Harper, Charlie's long-lost daughter, stops Walden in his tracks]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Where are you going?
Oh, you thought...? Oh, no-no-no-no-no, she's mine. Next time, I'll get two.
[Jenny walks upstairs]
AAlyssa
[to Jenny] Mackenzie, you lying bitch!
AAlyssa
Congo, my ass! Don't run! You don't want to run!
[Jenny leaps over the railing, and Alyssa follows her]
Yeah, it feels like home again!
Why in the world do you wear boys' husky underwear?
Okay, you know how some people trim the hedges to make the tree look bigger? Well, I say stuff the tree in a smaller yard.
Well, when the police raid the house and find a drawer full of boys' underwear, that's not gonna be good for any of us.
Neither is a drawer full of pot.
That's why I wrote "Not Pot" on it.
Don’t worry, nothing could have happened, I’m gay.
[relieved] Ah, that's right. You're gay. Wait, how gay? Like, 1 being "Yay, it’s college!" Or 10 being "I’m going Subaru shopping with Ellen and Rosie."
I'm closer to a nine. I mean, I make my own soap, but I don’t sell it at the Lilith Fair.
Well I can see where Walden gets his pretty face.
RRobin
Well aren't you sweet? He's single, you know.
I know, are you? [Walden hastily gets his mother out of the house and turns to Jenny]
Hey, just 'cause you came out of it, doesn't mean I don't want to get into it!
'Twas the night before Christmas when all down the beach
Not a creature was stirring, not even a leech.
Alan was nestled, all snug in his bed
While visions of lesbians danced in his head.
Brooke and Jenny were sleeping, a long winter's nap
Surrounded by bottles with nary a cap.
Jenny was nervous and frightened, but took a big chance.
She let Brooke in her heart, as well as her pants.
While Berta in her vest and I in my hattie
Had just baked our brains out with a big Christmas fatty.
We started to doze, we hadn't a care.
Happy Christmas to all. My balls have no hair.