Divorce Invitation Page #2
My theory for life is
simple... shortcuts.
Shortcuts.
You know what? This has been too
much academic debate for one day.
I'm sorry, Mike, okay?
I just had a really rough day.
How about some margaritas
at the deck bar?
And then how about a massage
a Kansas City farm boy?
If the client is not
completely satisfied,
she can return the
massage to the massager.
Thank god.
Hey, babe.
- Hi, honey.
- How are you?
Tired.
- Hi.
- Hi. Look what I brought you.
Oh, you're sweet, but I'm
so icky from the restaurant.
I just... I really want to
go in to take a shower.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
What's the... what's the rush?
This is a gorgeous evening?
Ha! It's L.A. They are
all gorgeous evenings.
Yeah, but, this is an
especially romantic evening,
isn't it? Clear...
Not so much 'cause we're
right by the dumpster,
stop on our street again.
So, listen, I'm gonna go in,
I'm gonna take a shower,
and then maybe I can muster
- Hold... hold on. What's the rush?
- I got to go! I'm gross. Crap.
Dude, you don't have
to leave, all right?
You just can't put me on
watch dog anymore, all right?
Yeah. I mean, you are more than welcome
to stay with us whenever you want.
You and Scotty have known
I only barged into your
lives about a year ago.
Barging in on me was not cool.
I know. I'm sorry, but, you know,
you can't barge in and expect to become
one of them in six months, either.
"One of them"? "Them"? What...
what does that even mean? Really?
Dylan and I are in love. Okay?
Why you guys so worried about this now?
Dude, she's the one who got
you the Lipnick job, remember?
She just don't want to get fired when
the christian sh*t hits the jewish fan.
No. No, I'm not worried about that.
I am a phenomenal waitress,
but I am worried about you. I mean,
if you're really considering marrying
Dylan, I just might think again.
Her grandparents are very old school.
I mean, they are super-super-religious.
So? My parents are super-religious.
They don't care if I marry a jewish girl.
Mike, are you sure?
'Cause growing in Punkton, Kansas,
I doubt anybody could tell Jewish
from Amish. Remember facial hair?
If you had facial hair, you were an
alien from outer space. True story.
Scotty, you can't change my
mind on this, okay? She's...
She's just made for me.
She's made for you. Hey, man, what
happened to the Mike I used to know?
The one who would only take the
richest dude's daughter to the prom?
Where's he at? Can I see him?
- Yeah.
- I miss him.
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