Catch and Release Page #2

The thing's got, like, 82 settings, sir.

You and me could have a total waffle party,

because we...

- What are you doing?

- She'll be more comfortable in bed.

Are you serious?

Did you not see the pills kick in?

The only way she'd be more comfortable

is if you shot her with a tranq gun.

All I know is, she's not going to wake up

in the morning with a neck crick.

What are you talking about, a neck crick?

What are you, an osteopath?

Oh, my God, you're actually picking her up!

Dennis, you're scaring me, man.

- Put the woman down.

- Get out of my way.

No. Did it ever occur to you that maybe she

don't want to sleep in there without Grady?

Did it occur to you

that I'm holding her right now?

- Seriously, Sir Galahad, put her back.

- Lf you're not going to help...

I'm much stronger than you

and even I don't want to pick her up.

- No, she's heavy.

- Put her on the couch!

She's out.

- This was totally your fault.

- This is not my fault,

- this is your fault.

- Clean this up.

You're not... I'm not... Come on.

Come on, dude.

- Want a beer?

- Shut up.

Okay.

Hey.

This is Grady's room. You have no right...

What are you doing here?

Sleeping.

What time is it?

I didn't feel like going home right away, so...

The guys said it'd be okay

if I crashed here for a while.

Don't touch that. Just don't touch anything.

You think you can handle that, Mr. Yummy?

I didn't know you were there.

Why are you still here?

I thought you were supposed to be

in Los Angeles,

directing a movie or something.

No, that didn't work out.

Which, you know, thank God.

Movies, they're worse than commercials.

Just sell, sell, sell.

But let's kid ourselves and call it art.

At least in ads it's sell, sell, sell,

but we all know we're going to hell.

So here's a fat ass check

to smooth out the ride.

I never understood

why he was friends with you.

You don't even seem like you miss him.

Hi, I'm the administrator of the estate

of a client of yours who passed away.

I need copies of his statement accounts

for the last three... Yes, I'll hold.

- Gray. Gray.

- Yeah?

I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am.

Thank you.

You know, a similar thing happened

to a friend of my cousin's.

Young guy, skiing.

Some kid on a snowboard comes up,

totally out of control...

Bam.

Snowboard severed his jugular.

Blood all over the slope.

And then, you know, people started

to ski over it, so it spread down the hill.

Anyway.

So, a peace garden for Grady.

Yeah, you know. At the fly shop.

In that space behind the truck?

So it's kind of, then, more like

a peace parking spot than anything else.

Shut up, dude.

He'd be all over it.

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