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- Yeah.

That must really suck.

Yeah.

You know, I was telling Mills,

a girlfriend of mine once got herself

in a situation...

I'd rather not talk about it.

- Okay, sure.

- Yeah.

I'm sorry, man.

I'm not kidding.

This f***ing dude would not quit.

I mean he kept coming over, what was it,

every half hour or so;

sitting on the grass, chatting away.

You know, 'Je suis' this, 'Je suis'

f***ing that.

The guy had f***ing mirrors on the insides

of his shades.

Anyhow, long story short. As we're packing

up, he asks for Julie's number.

My God! What did you say?

I just laughed.

Mills, you're smoking a lot.

You just put one out a second ago.

Didn't you say anything?

No, I mean this guy was like 19 or

something.

You know, and Julie let him down real nice

and gentle like.

Anyhow, as he's walking away, you know,

dragging his ego behind him,

he stops and he looks me straight in the

eye and he says,

- "Vieillard."

- What does that mean?

It means 'Old man'.

You know, I kind of figured he missed an

opportunity and he could have said,

- you know, 'Dirty vieillard.'

- Yeah.

Pardon.

So I'm just saying we love the people who

make us feel good about ourselves.

That's why we love 'em.

So you look at relationships. I mean,

look at us; look at you.

You know, why are you with each other?

Are you with each other

'cause you love the other person or 'cause

they make you feel good about us...?

What is it, hmm?

Stop being a dick. You're being rude.

I'm not being rude. I'm just being honest.

Why does it matter?

Well...

Think back, yeah, to when you were what,

say, I don't know, 25.

She was five, six.

Yeah? It's pretty f***ing weird

when you look at it like that, isn't it?

Yes, it is pretty f***ing weird

if you look at it like that.

But I don't.

And I'm not six anymore.

Well, hey, I certainly hope not.

I mean, what about when he's all old

and wrinkly and you're in the,

you know, the prime of your life and you

wanna go skiing, or hand gliding, or...

- Hand gliding.

- What?

I don't want to go skiing.

You know, that guy at the pool,

he probably thought you were her father.

I mean, it's not his fault he got the

wrong impression.

Look at her. She's a great looking girl.

I think you need to lay off the whisky.

Oh, f*** off.

If you can smoke so much,

I'm allowed a few drinks.

Oh, come on. Come on, everyone lighten

up.

For f*** sake, you don't even know when

to stop, do you?

Oh yeah, once again I'm the f***ing bad

guy, huh.

Excuse me.

You okay?

I'm so sorry.

He's just had too much to drink.

Ah, f*** it. You know, we all do that from

time to time.

Thank you for a lovely dinner.

Sleep well.

Goodnight.

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