(Mac’s House. Backyard. A party is in full swing.)
PFf: So, where’s Jebus?
Mac: (waves hand) He’s off somewhere, I’m guessing with his girlfriend.
Blair: (comes sauntering over, drunk) Mac! Mac! (leans on her) I love you.
Mac: That’s nice.
Blair: No, Mac, you don’t understand! I. Love. You. Let’s kiss. (leans in to Mac, who blocks her face with her hand)
Mac: No more liquor for you, dear. (Aargon walks over) I think this is yours, Aargon.
Aargon: (Picks Blair up) Thanks. (carries the inebriated blonde off)
PFf: Yet another party at Mac’s house.
Mac: Yeah, I like to keep my reputation.
Jaque: (walking over) I think that’s one thing you’ll never have to worry about. Now, are we ready for the fire works?
Mac: Yeah! Fire away!
(A few minutes later, fireworks are going off and everyone is oohing and aahing.)
Marilyn: (lying in Sephiroth’s arms) Isn’t it beautiful?
Seph: Sure, whatever.
Blair: (lying in Aargon’s arms) Zzzzzzz....
Aargon: No more liquor for you.
Mac: (lying in Jaque’s arms) You know, I’m going to miss this neighborhood.
Jaque: Yeah, me too.
PFf: (sitting as far away from Tasuki as possible) Jerk.
Tasuki: Bitch.
(a stage appears from under the water in the pool with a yellow submarine sitting on it, the cartoon Beetles come out and start playing)
Jaque: How did you set that up?
Mac: Wouldn’t you like to know?
Beetles: We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine.