Hole in One Page #3

- I read an article about it.

So you can tell the difference?

Oh, yeah, I've got mad skills.

- I bet you do.

- Yeah.

Of course, I have to conduct

a full visual exam

before we can begin

the physical portion of the exam.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, I told you I would make my way here.

Yeah, I knew you would.

(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

- You wanna dance?

- Sure.

- With me?

- Yeah.

What the hell is she doing here?

I told you not to tell her about it.

She found it herself, man.

I was just telling her that

she should probably...

I can speak for myself.

If I want to be at a party, Ty,

I can be at a party.

No, you can't, all right?

You're leaving.

Go. I'm serious, go.

I'll deal with you later.

Get off of me.

Tough break, man. Tough break.

You shouldn't mess with

your best friend's sister.

I was just trying to keep her out of trouble.

Yeah, right.

Speaking of trouble,

I think she's looking to get into some.

Yeah, I think she's looking at you, Mark.

No way, she's all about the E-dog.

Plus, I don't dig on the ginger.

I've got my eyes on that one.

Mmm-mmm. Too young.

Hey, you know what they say,

"If there's grass on the field, play ball."

I don't even think there's grass on that field.

Well, then I'll play in the dirt.

You're a sick guy, Mark.

A sick son of a b*tch indeed.

Go get her, E-dog.

You're welcome!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Okay.

Will you stop?

- No, you always do this stuff to me.

- Do what?

You need to stop this, Ty.

One of these days you're going to have to

let me grow up on my own.

He's my best friend, Mandy.

No. It's just a little too weird for me,

all right?

Besides,

you don't know him like I do, all right?

He's not the kind of guy

you want to be dating.

He's never been anything

but sweet and nice to me.

Come on. This isn't high school any more,

all right?

He's changed.

So have I.

And so have I.

Maybe I know what's best for me.

(GRUNTS)

TYLER:
Come on.

Stop.

How about instead of mooning over Eric,

you come spend some time with me?

Your big bro.

- Okay.

- Okay.

But you're not Dad, you know. You can't

solve all problems with an ice cream cone.

Really?

- I'll see you tomorrow.

- All right.

Bye.

And put some clothes on!

Good night.

Cover this. Not good hanging out.

Sleep.

(WOMAN MOANING)

(GASPING)

(BOTH MOANING)

Oh, sh*t!

You, give me your shirt.

Wait a minute.

You can take my pants, too,

if you want them.

WOMAN:
Harder! Harder!

Check these out.

Come on.

Nice. How much those set us back?

Too much.

But it's all gonna be worth it, man.

It's a huge break getting this spread.

If you say so, man.

If I say so?

How do you think thousands of pro shops

across America

decide what clothes to put on their racks?

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