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Donna: What is happening here?
Frank: I haven’t any idea, honestly.
Gail: I’m giving Frank a handie under the table.
Frank: That is true. Look, Snail, back off because you’re just mashing it now.
Donna: For god’s sake, Gail.
Gail: Mom, I’m sexually active now. Get over it.
Donna: You’re 33 years old; you’re supposed to be sexually active. You’re not supposed to be fondling your uncle under a table.
Frank: Woah. We’re not blood related.