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but we'll get something going soon.

- Just trying to get by, huh?

- Construction workers.

Are you girls like models

or something?

You don't have to belittle us,

we don't usually do this.

Let's grab a table.

What, do you work out?

I work out a lot.

But usually I get enough

of a workout on the job.

We work with concrete.

Sh*t's heavy.

Yes, look, we wanted manly men...

but you're overdoing it...

with the blue collar routine.

- Is that Drakkar you're wearing?

- Yep. Thanks.

- So, what do you do for a living?

- I'm a writer.

Really?

Like books and sh*t?

Screenwriter,

like movies and sh*t.

Get out of here!

That's so cool.

I mean, what have I seen

that you wrote?

Nothing yet. None of my scripts

have been turned into movies yet.

Well, you gotta start

by writing it first, right?

- What about you? What do you do?

- Christi Ann is a clothing designer.

- She designed this.

- Really? Very nice.

Sh*t! Christi Ann,

I totally forgot.

I was in this coffee shop...

and I saw a woman wearing

one of your new shirts.

- Really?

- Man!

Somebody took your sh*t

from the Laundromat?

That happened to me.

Remember that, Stanny?

Somebody just took my stuff

from the dryer...

and then we see this guy from two

floors up wearing my sweatpants!

No, Joe, she's saying that she

makes clothes. She made this here.

- Oh, you invent clothes!

- Yes, I invent clothes.

In fact, people were running around

naked before until I came along.

I have to go to the bathroom.

I'll be... right back.

California girls, man.

They're f***ing unbelievable!

Okay, what about the bill?

- I think we should hire them.

- Shut up!

You flirted, you got

your twisted affirmation.

I think we should get out of here.

Look, I'm inviting Stanny

back to the house.

If you don't wanna sleep with Joe,

you don't have to.

I got it. I'll make it look like

I left my wallet back at the motel.

These girls come here all the time.

They can cover us.

No, that ain't right, man.

Why don't we just stick the hotel

with the bill and split?

These girls shouldn't...

I... I think I left my wallet

back at my motel.

Sure you did.

Why don't I just get this round?

So, how do you boys wanna do this?

Should we get a room upstairs or?

Why don't we just go back

to my house...

and we can fool around up there?

Okay.

Let me show you my room.

Wow!

- Is this your parents' house?

- No.

No, it's Donna's house.

I just live here.

Wow, you must come home

everyday and do this, huh?

- No.

- If I lived here, I would.

- You like it rough, don't you?

- Yeah!

Boy, did you pick the right guy!

Punish me, I'm bad!

Look, this was all

my friend's idea. I...

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