Thursday Page #2

There's no meat...

no dairy... nothing.

You're kidding.

Nope.

Three happy years...

of veggie burgers and acidophilus.

Those are scrambled eggs.

Scrambled Tofutti.

F***, dude, Rod Serling's...

going to step out

of that fridge any second.

Nick?

What?

Does that look like

a trash can to you?

Oh. sorry, bro.

Under the sink, man.

"So you're an architect", "huh?"

Yep.

- "You're good."

- "Nah."

"No", "seriously",

you're really f***ing good.

Thanks.

She know?

Not... even... a clue.

Never.

I fly out tonight for ''Paree. ''

"Yeah", "that's right."

You're fixing to tie

that knot yourself.

Who's the lucky girl?

Aw, just some French chick.

Man, you sound head over heels.

Nervous, I guess.

Nothing wrong

with living in France.

No extradition.

[ Laughs ]

What?

I'm just kidding.

"Say", "I've got some errands to run."

You mind if I borrow your car?

Help yourself.

Hell, I got a floor plan

that was due last Monday.

I'm not going anywhere.

Let's throw your bags

into the guest, uh... bedroom here.

F***, bro.

It's really good seeing you.

Ooh!

Beamer. Nice.

- "insurance is in the glove box."

- Got it.

And the, uh,

spare is in the... trunk.

No problem.

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

[ "Door Opening" ]

[ Nick ]

It's a f***ing station wagon!

[ Nick ]

It's a f***ing station wagon!

- "[ Woman ]"

"Hey", "what can I get you?"

[ Sighs ]

Hi.

Have a seat.

Thanks.

What can I do for you?

You, uh, look pretty tired.

Well, it's 1 :
00 in the morning.

I can't imagine why.

Well, you're kind of a dick,

aren't you?

I'm sorry.

I guess I just haven't

acclimatized yet.

I was in L.A.

Los Angeles? Oh.

Took some time off.

You know, for six weeks

you come in here...

every night--

alone, I might add--

and you sit here,

and you study for hours.

And every night I wait on you,

and you don't even notice me.

How come?

It's not that I--

I mean, I noticed.

I mean, you-- You're--

- F***, I'm just trying

to get through this.

Friday night, and here you sit.

And I'm thinking either, one:

You know, you're just a total geek.

Or, two:
you don't have any friends.

And you don't

look like a geek, so, uh...

I was wondering

if you'd like to go...

uh, get some breakfast?

You don't even know me.

Oh. uh... I'm Christine.

- "You are?"

- Casey.

Casey. Casey. Okay, good.

Wait.

What?

Tell me, why is it

so f***ing difficult?

What?

This relationship.

Why is it so... difficult?

I'm busting my ass here...

"to be the perfect husband for you",

"and the harder I work",

the less you care.

I love you, and...

you care more about

your career than you care about me.

Casey, I do love you...

but you are boring

the sh*t out of me.

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