Tomcats Page #2

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But things are just moving

a Little too fast.

I'm just not ready to say,

"I love you".

What makes you think I

want you to say, "I love you"?

Oh, come on. Back there.

You wouldn't do it because I wouldn't

say those three Little words.

You colossal moron.

"Suck...my...cock".

Suck my cock. Suck my cock!

Oh, suck my cock! Suck my cock!

Suck my cock! Suck my cock.

That was great. You put your shoes

out on the pillow like this. Great.

- Sorry.

- Jerk.

I'll catch you later.

What's going on? Who you looking for?

Shelby. She's probably halfway back

to L.A. by now.

Oh, boy. What'd you do now?

It's weird.

I thought she wanted me to say,

"I love you". I wouldn't lie to get sex.

- You know another way?

- I know. I'm an idiot.

Don't worry, buddy.

You're at the Hard Rock.

I mean, this place rocks hard.

There's like a million women here.

I cannot believe you and Trish got

married, Steve.

Aren't you terrified?

Let me ask you a question:

If you could sleep with any woman,

who would it be?

Is this hypothetical?

Because my birthday's soon.

Any woman. Hypothetical.

Fictional?

- Not Judy Jetson.

- Well, then, I'm out.

Who's yours?

Truth?

Tricia.

If I could f*** any woman in the whole

world, it'd be her.

That's why I married her.

I'm glad you didn't write

your own vows.

Trish and I have this deep connection,

you know?

She understands what I'm feeling

without my having to tell her.

It's like I found this huge spiritual

side to myself that...

...I didn't even know existed.

Last week I had sex with twins.

Okay, you win.

Oh, can I get a Heineken?

Thanks.

Forget it, pal.

She's only interested in high rollers.

Hard six! Let's go! We need

a hard six! We got a shooter!

- Long and hard six. Let's go.

- No more bets.

Two trades, go a long way.

Here we go, we got a shooter.

- We got a roller! Hard six!

- Seven!

That hurt.

That hurt.

I'm in! We got a shooter! Let's go!

I'm in. I'm letting it ride!

No more bets.

Eleven! Winner, winner,

chicken dinner.

Craps.

Oh, God, no. No touching!

No touching.

That really hurt.

Yes, I'm on a roll!

I need you to come over.

Michael's gone crazy trying

to impress some girl.

Come on, baby. I'm on fire.

All right, I'll come down.

Color me up, pops.

Your $11.00, sir?

Who's your daddy?

Who's your daddy?

Craps.

No, please, Jesus, kill me now!

Kill me now! Kill me.

Or don't? Let it ride,

my credit's good! Credit!

Let's go! Give me these dice!

- What are you doing, buddy?

- Rolling the bones.

Steve, Amber. Amber, Steve.

- How far are you down?

- I'm not so bad.

Twenty-five five.

- Social security.

- Twenty-five thousand?

Listen, buddy. You can't do this.

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