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in the eye,

and tell me honestly

that we don't make

awesome partners.

I'll sign it right now.

We do make awesome partners.

But that's the problem,

not the solution.

If we're not talking

about business,

we have nothing

to talk about anymore.

Who's talking about business?

Maybe I'm talking about the

carnal definition of awesome.

Why does it always have to

come down to

the lowest common denominator

with you?

I'm sorry.

Was calling you an awesome

lover insensitive of me?

Billy Taylor,

you are the most...

Irritating? Irritating?

Irritating? Irritating?

Stop. Stop!

( sighs )

I am not in the mood.

See, now I'm confused,

because if we're still talking

about the lowest

common denominator,

and you're not in the mood,

I'm all too familiar...

- You gonna throw that at me?

- Don't tempt me.

Are you gonna seriously

throw that at me?

You know what?

Go ahead, babe.

I dare you.

Fire away.

Me and you both know you

couldn't hit the broad side...

- ( groans ) - Ooh.

- Oh, God.

Are you okay?

Billy?

Sorry. I forgot

my notepad.

- Just...

- Get outta here, man!

SEAN:
Have a nice weekend.

I am so sorry.

I didn't know I was

actually gonna hit you... there.

Where's the pen?

I could use some caffeine.

You?

No, thank you.

( gasps ) I can't believe

you just did that.

The papers blew out...

You tossed the papers

out the window.

- I was sitting there...

- How utterly typical.

I didn't do anything.

- Very mature.

- What is this window open for?

Billy, don't just stand there.

Get down there and get them!

Hey, mister.

Uh...

Sweeper guy.

Stop.

No, no, no. No!

Oh!

( whistling )

MAN ON RADIO:
A storm is on

the way, folks.

Don't get your hopes up, but

we may have a white Christmas.

( radio turns off )

( doorbell rings )

It's beginning to look

a lot like Christmas.

( sighs )

( "Jingle Bells" playing )

Billy.

Hello?

( scoffs )

Anybody home?

Billy.

( music continues playing

loudly )

( laughs )

- What are ya doin'?

Sorry. The door.

( turns music off )

Billy, what is

going on with you?

This place is a pig sty.

I don't know, Maire.

Maybe my give-a-damn switch

broke when you moved out.

Well, get it fixed.

It's gross.

( sighs ) What are you

looking for anyway?

I'm looking for a pair

of clean underwear.

Okay? I know there's one

around here somewhere.

I'll wait downstairs.

- Hey.

- Hey.

This is a nice surprise.

- What's goin' on?

- Is this me?

Nope. I just kinda

made her up.

She's great though, isn't she?

I just assumed you sketched her

from a picture of me

when I was a little girl.

Maybe.

Subconsciously.

You've always been my muse.

We should turn her into

a Mother's Day card.

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