Greg: Lina, Rock sure is going to be lonesome sleeping all by himself out there on the deck tonight...
Lina: I know what you are hinting at and he's not sleeping in here. He got himself thrown out of the house again for drinking and carousing with his single buddies while his wife is at home with twenty eight kids. He ought to be ashamed...
Greg: Still heesh my liddul buddy and I feel shum bad fer him...
Lina: Is that whiskey I smell on your breath?
Greg: Nah! Jest shum hootch that Rock brewed up from peanuts and yeast!
Lina: (handing Greg a pillow and a blanket) Well misery loves company. Join your rodent friend on the deck!
Greg: (door slamming in his face) Well liddul buddy it looksh like ids me and you... Rocky?... Rocky?... Rock... Great, so much for company!
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