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Oh, go ahead and guess what's afoot now. I dare you.

Alright, who was in the shower last? I highly doubt Logan just blue himself.

Two Arrested Development references in a row? Come on!

Oh, Suri. Did you have to get pregnant again? Couldn't you have just started a new
hobby or gotten yourself all jammed up in a corner with your family?

Calm it down, Logan. For a change it's not one of yours.

Oh dear. Poppy's having her own reaction to the news. Punching yourself doesn't just affect you, fyi.

While I agree that your work blazer is heinous, ripping your breasts off is probably not the solution to that issue.

Perfect, now Darryl's stalking around the yard. Meanwhile, I have no idea why the middle section
of steps acts like it's from a well-lit alternate dimension, Darr-darr. It's driving me bananas, too.

But, it's no reason to get so emotional. Do I need to install a Valium salt lick on the dang porch?

And now Rachel's farting fire?

Oh my god, noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Guys, the stereo? seriously? We'll have it repaired. You need to focus, immediately.

This is just terrible. Even Logan has a squinch on. Someone get me a vodka.

Good LORD. I forgot you even had that thing, Rachel.

This better be the end of the drama for today, I can't even stand it.

Congratulations, Rachel. This is the first time a martial arts pose makes perfect sense.

Stanley, I can't even address why you're holding your cane like that. We need a snack.
Where's Logan? We could have him to grill us something ridiculously phallic.

What? Were they out of the super enormous hot dogs?

Of course. You're such an expert.
What say you get that broken stereo fixed?

Exploding your clothing off is an unconventional method, but what do I know about electronics repair?

You know, it wouldn't kill you to look a little less pleased with yourself.

I don't like that hell-forsaken stereo any more than y'all do.

We are all going to totally die unless at least one of you stops throwing tantrums.

Now a person is on fire. I need a nap. This is beyond.

Logan, if you don't shut up about the stereo, I am going to dismantle it into charred bits and feed it to you.

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I will reluctantly inquire what's new in the Rosenzweig house. What's going on guys?

This is what happens when Suri hides all of the toys in her back pocket.

There you go. Melt that tiny brain of yours.

Frida, stop staring at Ms. Chase's bosom. She 's trying to tell you something.

Must have been quite a stumper. Or Frida's trying to remove her shirt with only her mind.

Typical Logan. If he's not pointing, flirting or leaving babies on the ground, he's cuddling enormous lady bugs.

Have you considered maybe, crazily, walking around the bear?

Smoochin' time!

That's a no. It's always a no.

Even with freshly brushed teeth.

It's a no in the kitchen, too. A thousand times no.

To be fair, praying to butterflies isn't even the weirdest thing Stanley's done.

Thank god, another birthday.

Good grief - how hard did you blow on it, Logan?

I told you not to buy a kerosene frosted cake.

At least Stanley was pleased with the inferno.

That's it, Frida - stand as close as possible to the replacement birthday fire hazard.

Prepare yourselves for anything, people.

Those are some inescapable eyebrows. I can hardly look away.

This is an interesting development. Hay, Darryl. Let's party.

He invited Logan, too. I wonder if the results will be predictable.

I saw this coming. I did not, however, anticipate the cow print bedspread.

That's the face of a man who's done the math. Or, he's having a reaction to the decor. I know I am.

Yeah, he definitely knows. Let's grab some popcorn and await his reaction.

Porch dancing! I knew it! Let that be a lesson to you, Suri.

I mean, it's not as if Logan's mistress is stuck to the floor of your den ...

... just wailing her face off ...

... giving Poppy the fits.

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