mr. donaghy, i'm just a simple pig farmer's son. but i would be honored if you'd come to a party at my home. oh, whatever, fine. i'll come. super. mr. d? uh, no. i could make up some excuse, kenneth, but i have too much respect foyou. during your party, i'll be home, listening to some schubert. and, uh, ironically, viewing some canadian pornography. hope you're ready to party like it's 1999. which, according to my bible, will be in seven years. [sniffs] oh, what is that smell? [sniffs] that is the body spray that came with my new leather jacket. oh, my god. are you having an affair? what? no. why would you say that? because you're acting all happy and full of life. liz, you're crazy. yeah, and you're married, remember, pete? your beautiful wife paula. and your sons, robert and jack. and that creepy little one who's always rubbing himself against the carpet. liz...i'm not cheating on paula. you better not be! oh, great, now i smell like midlife crisis! here's a tip, cerie. decide what you want before you open the refrigerator. you jus