Disclaimer: If I owned Phil of the Future, I'd consider that my winning hand, but as it is, all I'm holdin' is garbage. I'll take five.
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Hey, Philster. You didn't leave mad, did you? You didn't have to leave at all. Hey, shut-up, Guys! I'm on the phone; and turn down the t.v., willya? Sheesh! I know it's the semi-finals on Celebrity Strip Poker, but it's not like we care what the ladies are saying, now is it? Hey! Hey! Hey! No throwing my cheesy-puffs. They're for eatin'; throw the trail mix, instead. Seth? Where do you think you are? Stop using a coaster, for Crumb's sake. Phil? Listen, Bro. I have your winnings. Sorry if we crossed the line, Bud. It was just poker chatter. Nobody was trying to get your goat this time about all the time you spend with Keely. Myron! Have mercy, Man. At least stop havin' those bean sandwiches. Look, Phil, we were all jus' razzin' one another about our girls and what they looked like. You didn't need to take it personal. It just made for something to sweetin' the pot with. All the guys felt bad about you just got up, threw on your jacket, smiled, and left. Uh, Phil? We looked at the note from Keely that fell out of your jacket. Uh, sorry. Um. Anyways, we, uh, we didn't even need to flip over your cards. We figured that all of us combined couldn't match what her feelings added to the pot. It's all yours, Man. You know what, Phil? You're about the luckiest guy I know. Frankie says, "No bull," man, whatever that means. You know you're invited back to next week's poker night, but if I were you, well, guys' night out ... night out with Keely? Philly Cheese Steak, that's a no-brainer. See you in class, you lucky guy.
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