Natasha:
Dean.
Dean:
What?
Natasha:
The old lady at Table 37 wants you to sing the birthday song for her grandson. His name is Timmy, and he's eight years old.
Dean:
[tosses a cake with Happy Birthday onto the counter from the box]
I need birthday singers!
Monty:
Come on, people! We need birthday singers!
Naomi:
Fuck.
Dean:
[the gang walk toward Table 37, clapping and cheering. Dean holds out the cake and brings it to the table, spotting Timmy]
There he is. There's the big winner.
[sets the cake onto the table where Timmy is]
Monty:
[excitedly]
Yeah!
Dean:
All right. Attention, guests! Today's a very special occasion. It's Timmy's eighth birthday! Big round of applause.
[the guests cheer and applaud]
Dean:
He's earned it. He's got his whole life ahead of him. The sky's the limit.
Dean:
[singing]
I don't know but I've been told.
Monty, Amy, Naomi, Serena, Calvin:
[singing]
Someone here is getting old!
Dean:
[singing, Timmy looks frightened]
Good news is dessert is free.
Monty, Amy, Naomi, Serena, Calvin:
[singing]
Bad news is we sing off-key!
Dean:
[singing]
Happy birthday...
Dean, Monty, Amy, Naomi, Serena, Calvin:
[point to Timmy, in unison]
TO YOU!
[Timmy starts crying in embarrassment, the waiters applaud and cheer. One of them holds up Timmy's arm and waves it in the air]
Natasha:
Look at the camera!
[holding a camera]
Dean:
Picture time.
[the camera snaps and we're revealed the photograph of all the waiters and Timmy posed for the picture, Timmy still cries in the background as this happens]
Dean:
All right. All right. Cry it off.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:04