I can't believe we're in the same town as Bev DiVincenzo!
There's Suzie's Meal Box!
The best chicken Caesar salad in the world!
There's her non-judgmental gym!
Oh, my God, it's Bev! It's Bev!
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[ Crashing ]
[ Hissing ]
Francine: Roger!
[ Birds chirping ]
Roger! You destroyed my garden!
[ Vomits ]
[ Gasps ] I remember the jambalaya recipe!
In walks the lead, Brevin Docent...
Whoa! Sick name!
We gotta give him a deep character.
Women want to sleep with him and guys wanna sleep with him.
Yes.
His ass looks hard but also soft.
His eyes are two rhinestones in a bowl of heavy cream.
He's a guy you want to have a beer with,
but when he's having a beer...
he's doing nuclear physics in a notebook.
Yes!
He fosters sick cats and makes girls climax
like 18 times a night!
Klaus!
This is really good.
Oh, my God, Francine there you are!
I figured it all out --
how we can raise funds to fix your garden.
I wasn't really worried about the money part.
The answer was right in front of us the whole time!
Jambalaya!
We'll use a portion of the profits from the restaurant
to fix your garden!
What restaurant?!
The jambalaya restaurant!
That's what all the veggies and seafood are for, silly!
I don't wanna -- Holy crap!
Look what was in the shrimp!
It's a frozen alligator!
I wonder if it was frozen alive like "Encino Man"?
What if this is an "Encino Man" situation, Francine?
We better defrost it.
[ Doorbell dings ]
I think that's the new front of the restaurant!
New what of the huh?
[ Crane humming ]
You order the old bayou porch?
Where you want it?
[ Thud ]
That'll work.
Right? Roger, that's where my garden was!
She had a garden.
Now we have a restaurant!
Oh, my God! He's alive!
I'm gonna name him Julius!
Doesn't he look like a Julius?
I don't know, Roger.
I don't know what a Julius looks like.
All I can picture is a little Roman guy
or a Philadelphia 76er.
Roger, I don't want you running a restaurant out of the house!
You're the one who wanted to open a restaurant.
No. I said I wanted to make a "restaurant-quality" dish
with vegetables from my garden.
Oh, my God, enough about your dumb garden!
It was covered in throw-up!
And anyway, it's too late because I sent Rogu
to the wharf with a bunch of flyers,
and his cute ass always pulls in business.
So that's it? The house is now a restaurant?!
Whoa! Francine! Your tone!
It's upsetting Julius!
God, he's soft.
You should feel how soft he -- Aah!
[ Chuckles ] He keeps me quick.
[ Smooches ]
Stan's going to kill us both
if he comes back to a restaurant in his living room!
You're always so worried about what Stan thinks.
I'm starting to think you like him.
Maybe even more than the restaurant.
Much more! Because I don't like the restaurant at all!
[ Gasps ] And there it is.
You were right, Julius.
I hate to do this, but Julius and I have been talking
and we don't think you're dedicated to the restaurant.
I have to fire you.
You are no longer an employee of Julius's Bayou Bistro.
I was never an employee of Julius's Bayou Bistro!
And that's a dumb name!
[ Gasps ] Too far!
Just get your stuff and go.
This is my stuff!
This is all my stuff!
[ Smooches ]