At least Carly knows what to do.

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Rocky stomps up the stairs and slams doors, crying.
Mama Gibs: Do Friday nights always end this way?
Carly: Too many.
Mama Gibs: I'll catch up with the young lady and give her a lift. So none of you have to worry about her.
Carly: Ace, would you go buy some icecream and fudge sauce? - I'll console Rocky, as soon as I change to something with tits.