ಟನೆಣವ್ಯಟ್ಯಮ,
ಝ್ದಿದುಕ್ನಾಲು ಧಿಲೀಥನಲು ರ್ಹುವ೏್​
ಚಱಂಪಡಮ ಸೈರಿ ಧಟರ inadvertನಿಟಗಾ,
ಯತುವು ಹಿಗತಾಲು ಸ></ಾರೇತ Yu spoilersulo,
ಾಧಶಾಲೆಾಸ್ಲಾಲೇವಯ Կಟ್ಟಣ೏ більರattformಟಣತುವ � Priest.
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me.
So guess what?
Yeah, not really a fair question, is it?
You probably know what.
Everything has changed.
Just like you planned.
But not quite.
So a few months ago I saw your plumbing buddy,
Mr. Roto Ruder himself.
I know you meant well when you put him into my life,
but he's not so with it.
At least unlike every other man I've known,
he's mostly harmless.
You must know by now he's not a real doctor.
But for your sake, we pretend that he is.
You're right.
First, I should wrap them up in clean newsprint
and then just drop them in the dumpster.
Well, okay, let's flush that out.
Is the dumpster clean?
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
Is the dumpster clean?
Sometimes ours is.
It's not so bad if you have a pillow.
And they're so dumb.
Well, that should make you happy.
The dumber he is, the more he'll put up with you.
Don't you see? Look at me.
I meet and put up with you once every month.
It's a requirement for my trust fund.
Your mother is a smart woman.
You just say that because she pays you.
No, I say that because she pays me well.
Why are men such self-centered bobbleheads?
Hey, I'll ask the questions, okay?
Wait, why do you get to ask the questions?
Why can't I ask the questions?
That's two questions I'm not going to answer.
Well, then maybe I just won't answer your questions
and then you won't get paid.
Well, maybe you won't get your trust fund deposits then.
How's that going to work out for you?
Whatever.
This all ends in a few months anyway.
You, the trust fund and the divine immortal one.
No, please stop.
I cannot help you with Dino, not today.
But you should be nice to him.
He is managing your trust fund, isn't he?
Mr. Ambrose can't be that bad on Elise.
Your father, before he passed on,
clearly had a lot of respect for him
and left him the entire company.
And now he wants daddy's little girl.
Didn't you at least have one good male role model growing up?
And your parents, they went to church.
Could even be a pastor, maybe a priest.
Yeah, you're talking about striker pits.
Our parish youth director.
Okay, striker pits.
Oh, no, no, that's pits with two T's and a string of S's.
Pits.
All right, pits.
Just got my driver's permit and Mr. Pits,
married with two kids, hits on me.
Whoa.
Your church youth director makes a pass at you?
No, no, no, not a pass.
A frontal assault with both barrels.
Well, you are attractive.
Oh, God.
Okay, maybe you didn't get that memo.
Did you tell anybody about this?
Oh, I didn't have to.
Mr. Pits had a lot of explaining to do to Mrs. Pits.
Lipstick on the collar.
Blood on his shirt.
Knows blood for weeks.
Whatever happened to striker.
Oh, he struck out on his own.
Left his wife and two kids and took off with Jezi.
A fifth year senior.
Okay, so you didn't kill him.
That's good.
That's healthy.
I hope they're happy.
Do you know that you're a moron?
Can't answer that against the rules.
You told me this.
I know I've asked you several times,
but I can't remember your answer.
Did you have any boyfriends in high school?
Oh, yeah, you're talking about the guys in the 4F club.
Find them, feel them, f them, and forget them.
Did they at least feed you dinner or something?
Freedoms.
I just really don't know how you guys can live with yourself.
It's just a mystery to me, really.
It's hard.
Listen, young lady.
Do you have any idea how impossibly hard it is
meeting all of the demands that you women put on us?
We work so you can have trust funds.
We bust our knuckles so to fix your cars.
Put up with the stench to take out your garbage,
and on top of all that, we've got to listen to you talk.
How could you possibly exist without us?
I've got an idea.
Now, Annalise, let's not do anything
that you might regret later here now.
Here's my idea.
We exile your kind to a stud farm
on an island far, far away, surrounded by man-eating sharks.
Okay.
All right, this is healthy. Let's flush this out.
The native women on this island, are they good looking?
See, that's the problem.
You don't ask if a woman can make the island
more peaceful or more nurturing.
You don't ask if they can stand up for what's right
or protect the vulnerable.
No, to you, it's all about sex.
If they were good looking, we could start a family.
Then you'd breed?
Okay, that's no good.
I guess there's only one solution.
Okay.
We dress in funny clothes, carry big sticks
and slap your knuckles when you step on a line.
What?
What are you going to be, a nun?
Wow.
Yeah.
You know, maybe, maybe I was wrong about you.
You really are insightful, Dr. Flusher.
I can be a nun.
Oh no, Annalise.
Annalise, no, don't go there.
Be sure to watch more webisodes at AnnaliseTheMovie.com
and look for our crowdfunding campaign
to support the movie some hot shot Hollywood producers
making about me.
Yeah, I know it's crazy.
He's a guy.
Annalise.
