Sunset PPL Page #2

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would ask for an imported Italian sofa.

I've always been interested

in interior design,

and you know that.

I was thinking we could see

the Hollywood sign tomorrow?

Maybe Venice Beach?

Is Harry Potter World close?

Actually, I... I have

a pretty full schedule

at work this week, Talia,

- but maybe Mel...

- [phone chiming]

Oh, snap, that's my stepdad

coming to take me to my show.

Dougie.

No.

It's my home, Robbie.

It's my only sense of security

since the actions of

she-who-must-not-be-named

left me cold and alone

in this crazy, messed-up world.

I'm not giving it up, damn it.

Thanks so much for letting me stay, Anj.

I know you have a

super busy day tomorrow,

but do you think we

could at least grab lunch?

I'll try and squeeze it in, Talia.

We'll talk tomorrow?

- Okay.

- Good night.

Night.

[door closes]

This isn't fair.

Oh, my God. You scared me.

I tried to be nice in front

of Anj and Robbie, but, no.

You want equal rights for women?

Then say good-bye to gentlemen like me.

You can take the floor.

The raft is mine.

Okay. We can share.

Just stay on your side

and don't make it awkward.

And why do you keep calling

the couch "the raft"?

I'm sorry, Talia.

I don't think we know

each other well enough yet

for me to answer that question.

Can you believe her?

Are you okay?

I mean, what the hell

happened between you two?

After we graduated, we made plans

to get an apartment together.

Talia was dead set on being an actress.

She even had her ears

surgically pinned back

because Mr. Peplinski

said that they were too big

for her to be a leading lady.

Surgically pinned back.

- Anyways, on the day...

- [phone chimes]

we were supposed to move in,

she bails.

So I'm stuck paying for rent

on a two-bedroom

apartment in Williamsburg.

Well, maybe you should tell her.

Tell her what?

That she pissed you

off. You'll feel better.

It's important to tell your friends

when they're being idiots.

I tell Jack he's an idiot

as often as humanly possible.

[laughs]

[phone chimes]

Who are you texting?

Oh, just my mom.

Saying "Good night," and "I love you."

What?

What? I do it every night.

You text your mother every night?

Yeah.

How did I not know this? How...

I do not know.

I mean, I guess you're

usually brushing your teeth

or something...

or sometimes it's a quick snap

or a Skype sesh if you're, you know,

taking too long.

[phone chiming]

[sighs]

[phone chiming]

Sorry, James is trying to convince me

to go back to Boston.

He's making such a big deal out of this.

Who's James?

My fianc.

[scoffs]

You have a fianc?

Well, we're pre-engaged.

It's like a commitment

to make a commitment.

Well, actually, the

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