Someone Marry Barry Page #2

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here, you little monkey.

Wow, man, he really loves you,

Barry.

Yeah, you just gotta

make it fun, man, you know?

It's not that hard.

Rafe, you know,

you should go with him.

Yeah, I should.

I'll do that.

Uh, later.

Excuse me. I never got a chance

to thank you.

You run a lovely funeral, and-

You guys are giving me sh*t?

He's trying to get laid

at his dad's funeral.

Oh.

It's about the pitch.

I gotta take it.

Let's go.

My feet are killing me.

Okay, well, maybe just

one moment longer,

you know, for Rafe,

because it's a big day for him.

Well, it's not like we can

do anything for him.

His dad's already dead.

I just- I'll give you

another foot massage.

Whatevs.

Just find me when you're ready.

Alright, I love you-

Oh.

You gotta break up with her,

man.

What?

You gotta break up with her.

Are you on drugs?

- No.

She walks all over you.

You- you- you-

you're just too blind to see it

because you're in shock

that she talks to you,

let alone actually dates you.

Okay, n- news flash, uh,

Desmond and Rafe love her.

No they don't.

- Yeah, they do.

No, they don't like her either.

They're just too afraid

to tell you.

You deserve better than her.

She's mean.

She's manipulating you

with that kiss.

Don't you see that?

I mean, yeah...

any guy would gladly get up

to his nuts in her guts, okay?

That's not in dispute here,

okay?

he problem is she's a twunt.

It's a new term I'm using.

It's a combo of two words.

Guess which two.

Twitter?

- Twat and c*nt.

Ah!

Yeah.

Would you prefer cwat?

The terms are

interchangeable.

She's not a twunt or a cwat.

- She's both.

No.

She's the one.

She's the one.

Oh, oh...

...oh...

I did it again, didn't I?

- Yeah.

I'm kidding- I was kidding

about her being a twunt, man.

And about her looking like

an eastern European porn star.

You didn't say anything about her looking

like an eastern European porn star.

Oh, not around you, no.

Okay, you look like...

a western European porn star.

That's what I'm shooting for.

You're the cwunt now, dawg.

What?

Peace.

Cwunt's not even a word,

Kurt!

Hey JT.

Let's get to those cookies,

huh?

Oh, man, I feel so bad

about what I did to Rafe.

It's the only thing

I can think about.

Man, you work with a lot of

pretty ladies, don't you?

Barry, look, I know you need

somebody to talk to right now,

but you can't just

drop by my office

whenever you feel like it,

okay?

Yeah, yeah, uh...

- This is an important time.

We're in the last run

of this pitch.

I'm up for creative director.

Are you listening?

Yeah.

- Well then-

Oh, yeah.

Oh, hell yeah.

Who is the cutey-pie?

Yeah, that's the, uh,

that's the account planner

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