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spectabile to bloom.

Oh, really?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think I have a

real shot at getting in.

Listen, if I get accepted,

could we talk about me moving?

Excuse me, but...

do I know you from somewhere?

I'm sorry?

I've seen you around before.

What's your name?

Oh, that's smooth.

I'm sorry?

She's not interested, mate.

Sorry to tell you that.

Put it this way:

you're not working with the

right equipment down there.

Are you done yet?

Yeah.

Yeah.

F***ing men.

Dinner is served.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna go sit down and eat?

Tonight we're having dinner

sitting at the table.

I'm not 12.

My roof, my rules.

Sit.

You know, I'm not gonna

be here much longer.

Then while you're here,

we're going to act like a family.

I can go get a hotel.

Why would you do that?

So I don't have to put up

with these ridiculous rules.

You and your roommate never

sat at the dinner table

and had dinner together?

My roommate?

Humor me.

No.

We didn't.

As you can imagine, we're

not your ordinary couple.

That's what this is about.

It's a part of not being ordinary.

Watch that.

I've been here ten days, and

you're already driving me nuts.

So where are you gonna go?

A hotel?

That'll last you a couple of weeks.

That's all I need.

That's what you said when you got here.

Your two weeks is coming up fast.

Everything's gonna work out.

We had a really good time today.

And what if it doesn't?

What's your plan?

Get my own place.

With what money?

With the money I get

from the flowers.

You haven't been following up.

How do you know

you're gonna get in?

You know what?

I don't want to talk about this.

Thanks for dinner.

Oh!

You okay?

Um... yeah.

It's... just cramps.

You sure?

I'm gonna lie down.

Do you need anything?

I'll be fine.

F***.

Sh*t! Oh!

Oh, sh*t!

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

Are you making breakfast?

Oh!

What happened?

Oh, I burned my hand

on that damn coffeepot.

Are you cooking something?

No. Why?

No reason.

I'm fine, if you were wondering.

Sh*t.

Sorry.

Let me help you.

Thanks.

When are you going in?

I'm gonna leave here in a minute.

You can keep it.

I have more at work.

You slept in this morning.

You feeling okay?

Don't even start with that.

It's my job.

Not looking very well.

Thanks, Mom.

How are you feeling?

F***ing awful.

I've never had a hangover

that lasts more than a day.

That's good.

It means the alcohol is

cleansing you of your stress.

Hey, hold on.

Never mind. It can wait.

Ignoring her calls, huh?

Big one?

Shut up.

So did you get my text messages?

F***, I forgot to check them.

What's going on?

I've had the worst f***ing morning.

I woke up to the f***ing cops

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