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Next thing you know,

you're directing Free Willy IV.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Hey!

- Hey!

Dude, come on.

I'm starving.

Yeah. What time is it?

It's quarter of.

You want a beer?

Aren't you supposed

to be getting your act together?

I'll wait till I get back.

This is, this is good.

Okay, Vince! Right here.

This is what

she's talking about.

Right here.

John...

if I wanted to

hang out with my mom...

Well put.

And besides, what Leah

don't know won't hurt her.

What do you got going on

in that bag, Vince?

Beer.

How much?

A lot.

Jesus, man.

I don't know why I said

you had violent tendencies.

Why?

The warm beer,

the boxers, the Motor Palace.

Who needs Betty Ford?

We can't all be

at the Radisson, can we?

- You wanna come stay with me?

- No.

I thought you'd be with Leah,

that's why I didn't offer earlier.

It's not a problem.

It's not a problem.

They gave me a double.

11th floor,

overlooking the park.

Still, you probably

want to get laid.

That's true.

It's your big weekend, man.

Chicks are gonna flock to you.

You're right.

No. I'll be fine here.

Cool.

Should I twist your arm?

Little bit more.

- Prick!

- Putz.

- Suck ass!

- Schmuck!

I appreciate you coming

all the way out here, man.

Seriously.

We've come a long way.

Since?

I don't know. High school.

You think?

Some of us.

Dude, I'm totally

giving you sh*t.

- No, but you're right.

- No, man. I'm not!

Let's face it, you are.

I'm right only in that I think

you can do better than you are.

Why?

Because I believe in you.

If I didn't,

we wouldn't still be friends.

And I probably

couldn't say that to you.

Why not?

Because it sounds

totally pretentious.

- You're right.

- But the thing is, I mean it.

No, look, I'm sorry,

but it's like this

whole thing with Leah.

If it is permanent,

then you should view

it as an opportunity to...

change.

Change what?

I don't know.

Find a new job...

- I like my job.

- What is your job?

- Volunteer firefighter.

- Right.

How do you make your money?

- Lay off, John.

- I'm just saying...

What?

It's just a little immature.

Well, you try doing it.

- That's not the point.

- Besides...

the majority of my clients

happen to be, like, over 50.

Okay? So, if that's not mature,

then I am baffled as to what is.

Okay. Private dope

delivery to ex-hippies

does not

a mature man make, Vince.

It's no different

than standing on the corner

and selling to teenagers.

Why are you lecturing me?

- Hey, I'm not lecturing anybody.

- You are.

- I'm just pointing a few things out.

- Such as?

Such as, yes,

I think you can do better.

Better than what?

Better than...

Better than pissing

your life away.

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