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Rabid: Tangerines, milk, butter, parsley...
[[ Rabid walks through the park. ]]
<< RING RING >>
Rabid: Hey -- I'm almost there. ... am I really that slow?
Rabid: No, okay, I can take a taxi.
Rabid: I thought we got a whole case of San Pellegrino already?
Rabid: More potatoes? We already have enough potato salad to feed like five hundred.
[[ Rabid pushes a huge cart of groceries to the checkout. ]]
Rabid: Hey babe, I got all the groceries! Hello?
Rabid: All her things... a-and the guests will arrive any minute!
[[ While the party sizzles, Rabid drowns his sorrows. ]]
Rabot: She's a real catch, man. She even said on the invites that you'd need cheering up! You're a lucky guy.