Almost Friends

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You can make this happen.

You're Charlie Brenner.

I think that's the problem.

You are Charlie Brenner.

And who is she?

Just another girl working at another

coffee shop making shit coffee.

Shit coffee.

Shit coffee. Shit coffee!

Can I help you?

Small coffee, please.

Cream or sugar?

Oh, that'd...

That'd be great. Both.

Dollar fifty.

Here. That's all right.

Hey! Forgot your keys.

Oh.

- Thanks.

- No problem.

Wait...

Don't I have to prove

they're mine?

What happens if I'm just saying

they're mine, but they're really not?

I mean, they are my keys.

I'm not a thief or anything.

I don't take other

people's keys, but I-i...

I'm just saying that you

never know these days.

Have a good day.

What... what's your name?

- Amber.

- Amber.

I'm Charlie.

Yeah, I don't mean to catch you

off guard or anything,

but I just wanted to tell you that

I see you in here all the time

when I come in

to get my coffees,

which are really good,

and I just...

Yeah, I think you're really...

You're really... something.

Something?

Something good.

No, obviously, i...

No, it's... I mean, you could

have said something worse.

That's what I was thinking.

I wanted it to be...

Yeah. Uh...

Have a good day.

Wait. These aren't

really my keys.

It's... thanks.

- Doctor.

- Doctor.

Smells good.

Mmm. Almost ready.

What?

Nothing.

Isn't that that card game?

You don't need the cards.

- Mom?

- Yes?

Have you ever wished

anyone was dead?

Dead?

No, honey, of course not.

- Why would you ask me that?

Oh, Charlie! Charlie!

I mean, really? Charlie!

- I love you, mom!

- Steven!

Honey, why would you even

ask me something like that?

'Cause I heard dad

say it the other day.

He overheard me

on a business call.

Yeah?

The kid's 10.

He knows I was joking.

Yeah, next he'll run through the

house with six hand grenades.

Well, he does, he does. God

forbid the boy follow his heart.

Nice, Ross. Really. Classy.

Oh, wow. Brilliant. Brilliant.

- Oh! It hit the table! No! No!

- Oh. Hot potato, am I right?

- No!

Charlie, are you depressed?

You're crazy, mom.

I'm fine.

Have you thought anymore about

finishing up that application?

That restaurant over on Vernon?

I know, I know. Mind my own business.

I'm annoying.

Your father called today.

- What did he want?

- Who knows?

I hung up before

he could launch into a speech.

- Is he all right?

- I doubt it.

That's Heather.

- Oh, okay. I got it.

- You sure?

- Yeah. Have fun.

- Yeah.

- Thanks for making dinner.

- Yeah.

Oh, please, please, please!

Oh! Oh! No, no, no!

- Oh, so nice, you guys.

- Hey.

- Hi.

Are you going to brook's

tomorrow night?

- Everyone's gonna be there.

- Oh, great.

Maybe I can explain to everyone

individually that I still live at home

when they're about to

run their own companies.

Oh, come on, Charlie.

They're still the same idiots

they always have been

and always will be, just fatter.

- What is on your face?

- No touching.

Okay, okay, sorry. Freak.

I was just getting a crumb off.

Come on, you should go tomorrow.

Ben's gonna be there.

Oh, is Ben my lover?

You say that as if he isn't.

Think I could bring somebody?

Yeah, you can bring me. Duh.

Who else would you bring?

Hey. Did Brad call?

My phone died.

Uh, maybe. I haven't been

picking up the phone.

- Why not?

- 'Cause I'm testing myself

to see how long I can go

without modern appliances.

Like a caveman.

You're watching TV.

I am.

- Are you drunk?

- Yup!

Move please.

Thank you.

Yoo-hoo! I'm home!

How was your meet today?

After Brad finished the 100

meter I thought we were screwed

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