input: TEXT: [Woody's. Brian's playing pool. Justin rubs his dick over the corner pocket.] Brian: Would you move your dick? I can't concentrate. [Justin turns around and rubs his ass over the corner pocket instead.] Emmett: You shouldn't have any trouble sinking into that hole. [Brian makes the shot and Justin moans with glee.] Ben: [to Michael] What given you me to concentrate at? [Ted is handing out flyers for a charity event, but nobody cares.] Ted: Come to the angel ball. f*ck you, too! Emmett: That wasn't very angelic. Ted: Who even take a goddamn flyer? Brian: Four hundred bucks for another boring fundraiser. Michael: Angels Over Pittsburgh isn't just another charity; when Vic was sick they brought a meal practically every day. My mom and I couldn't done without that. Ted: Unfortunately that's not what these guys doin'. Brian: They need a big attraction. Justin: Like Madonna. Or the Backstreet Boys. Ted: Yeah, it's just Pittsburgh, sunshine. Not your wildest dreams. Emmett: Hot about Pittsburgh's own Divina Devore? She's in town. Brian: Oh yeah, that's good. Another worn-out old drag queen. Emmett: What kind of homosexual are you? Brian: The kind that f*cks men. Emmett: Divina Devore it's a legend. She's performed before presidents. Brian: Ulysses S. Grant or Chester A. Arthur? Michael: Go got her. But you won't have trouble with your tickets. Ben: It's worth a shot. [Michael squats in front of the corner pocket. Ben shoots and the ball rolls towards Michael's mouth. Ben misses. Michael pouts. The boys laugh.] Michael: Oh. [The kindergarten! We're at a center for early education/day care/fancy-pants place.] women: Here in center for early development we offered an unique education parently. Which creates a save and
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output: Divina Devore, Pittsburgh's very own drag queen is back in town! She dated Debbie 30 years ago, and (s)he looks a lot like Michael. Justin becomes a go-go dancer at Babylon to earn money for school. Melanie and Lindsay struggle to get Gus accepted for preschool.