Failure to Launch Page #4

I assume this technique

has worked in the past?

Yes, ma'am, it has.

Is it working now?

You know what? It kind of is.

Let's go for a walk.

But I'm not done with lunch.

Yeah, you are.

Seriously, I'm not one of those girls

who don't eat. I want...

I wanted all of that.

See, technically, this is not my boat.

Actually, it's not my boat in any way.

- What?

- I'm a boat broker. I sell boats.

I would love to own a boat like this,

but it's not the right time in my life.

Besides, the guy

who does own this boat

is right behind you.

Hey there, Mr. Axelrod!

I thought you were out of town!

Well, I was, and now I'm not.

What's going on? Is that a fork?

Are you eating on my boat?

No.

When did you redo the galley?

Oh, you're in the market?

Might be. What's she draw?

Seven-three.

Cherry's a little dark.

The wife picked it.

It's got nice lines.

She's fast, too.

Well, she certainly is yare.

I'll think about it. Thanks for your time.

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

You're gonna let her walk away?

I'm giving her space, Mr. Axelrod.

Now,

I'm going after her.

Excuse me, ma'am.

"She certainly is yare"?

Philadelphia Story.

Sweet.

All right, assuming

that pretending to own a yacht

was a brilliant, romantic,

yet ultimately flawed idea,

how do you see the rest of the date

playing out?

I don't know. I'm so hungry I can't think.

Seagulls ate my lunch.

What if I take you to a restaurant?

Are you gonna pretend to own it?

No. All the restaurants I own

are in Europe.

Well, hey there, Ace.

Glad you could make it, man.

We thought you went home.

I fell into a deep, dark crevasse.

I was so scared.

Did you go out with La-Z-Girl?

Paula. I did. We had lunch.

Will there be a second date?

There will be a second date.

Yet the relationship

is doomed to failure.

Right. And why are we doomed?

You live with your parents?

He's right.

Your entire life is set up perfectly

for ending relationships.

We've been out one time.

She's a nice girl, I'm a nice guy,

we had fun.

And I must tell you, son,

nothing is doomed.

Gnarly crash!

What are you doing?

Remember, we're the visitors here.

Come on.

- Wow. You're feeding it a little peanut?

- Yeah.

He gets that stuff all the time, man.

This is what he wants.

You want a treat from the big city, boy?

He's not a child, Tripp.

Look how peaceful he is.

Come here, little boy.

You want a little bit of chocolate,

baby-boo-boo?

You're giving him a PowerBar?

Everybody loves chocolate.

Tripp, he's saying no.

Look into my eyes.

He's saying no, Tripp.

Tripp? Tripp? Dude?

Get off!

What is he doing? Is that a squirrel?

No, it's a chipmunk.

Watch the bike.

Oh, hey. I'm Tripp.

You must be Kit.

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