Four iced teas, Todd.
Whose rugrats?
Miranda Hillard’s.
Miranda Hillard?
Mm-hmm. The woman I’m seeing.
No kidding? You?
The guy who’s never having kids? Won’t have anything to do with kids? You won’t even date a woman who’s got kids.
People change, Ron.
I’m pushing 40.
I don’t want to spend the rest of my life by myself.
She’s got an awful lot of baggage though…Three kids.
Three terrific kids.
And I’m crazy about them, especially that little Natalie. Look at her.
She’s a sweetie pie.
God knows. They need some kind of stable father figure in their life right now.
Thanks, Todd.
Oh, what about their real father?
Yeah, what can I say, Ron?
The guy’s a loser.
I’ll see you.
Loser? Oh, yeah?
Oh, sir. I saw it. Some angry member of the kitchen staff. Did you not tip them?
Oh, the terrorists! They ran that way.
It was a run by fruiting.
I’ll get them, sir. Don’t worry.
Oh. Good waste of juice.
Loser. Ack.
What are you looking at?
