Someone Marry Barry Page #3

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I was telling you about.

That's her?

I'd hate being around that

all day.

You'd get horny enough

to go home and screw your wife

every once in a while.

Excuse me, but Rach and I

have plenty of sex.

Oh, you do?

I- I didn't know that.

When was the last time

you had intercourse?

Um...

My point exactly, Desmond.

Can I- Can I be totally blunt

with you for a sec?

Can you not be blunt?

- I don't think so.

I tried one time.

I had a migraine for three days.

Your marriage is not

your only problem, okay?

Whatever happened

to high school Desmond?

He was fun!

He, like, smoked pot

every once in a while,

play the keys, hang out.

Now you're like this

unrecognizable workaholic robot.

You won't even go out

for lunch with me.

Fine.

We'll get lunch, okay?

Just let me finish

these storyboards.

Oh, yeah, of course.

All about the work.

Because if we land this

account, dude,

it'll be a total game-changer,

you know what I mean?

Barry?

Good morning.

Oh, come on.

Oh my God.

Oh.

That is a bad combo.

- What's that?

Lox and sausages...

loxages.

Yeah, that's a lot of meat.

Yeah, don't do it.

- No.

How do you get any work done

around here?

Half way to Bonerville.

Where's Bonerville?

In my pants.

I'm fighting a semi right now.

A semi?

- Semi hard on.

I'm half mast from looking at

all this talent around here.

Yeah, well advertising

does attract

a lot of good-looking women,

so.

Do you work here?

Actually, I, uh,

I own the agency.

What?!

- Yeah.

Nice moves, man.

Oh, look at that.

It's boner o'clock.

Barry, what are you doing?

Bill, I'm sorry.

No, no, he-

he's cracking' me up.

Yeah.

- What?

Yes. I was cracking him up.

Just telling him

about how these women here

are giving me a Woodrow Wilson.

Especially that cute brunette

account planner he pointed out.

So, uh, Bill,

the pitch is going great.

No, no, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait, go ahead.

I don't know

what you're talking about.

Looka-looka-looka,

there she is right there.

What are you- that one! Her!

Desmond was telling me

that back when he used to

actually have sex

with his wife,

he used to imagine her instead.

She was his closer,

you know what I mean?

And Bill, don't lie to me.

I know you've done

the exact same thing.

I bet you I haven't.

Why, because you got ED?

No...

because she's my daughter.

You made her?

Mm-hmm.

Des, I'm- I'm- I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Seven years I put in here,

Barry!

I know, listen, I- I- I don't

want you to sweat it, okay?

I'm gonna go back in

and I'm gonna talk to your boss.

I'm gonna sort

the whole thing out.

Don't!

You've done enough.

Des, I need a ride!

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