Little Black Book Page #5

... and we'll tell you why

after these words.

Hey!

Man, you should have seen

what came out of this animal.

I miss all the good stuff.

- Think you're pretty cute, don't you?

- Well, I'm no Bob.

You better apologize.

I think you just insulted Bob.

- You insinuated ugliness.

- I did not. I did not.

- Apologize.

- Okay, okay! I'm sorry, Bob. I'm sorry.

- Wait. Where are you going?

- I gotta finish packing. Two minutes.

Did I tell you about Nieuwendyk's

cousin? MVP out of Detroit?

Guess who he's seeing

Friday morning. His request.

Yeah, you told me. It's amazing.

Honey, this fast-forward thing

isn't working.

- Oh, my God!

- What?

- Oh, it's the gas.

- Oh, God!

- Bob, get down. Come here, boy.

- Open a window. Honey...

Yeah, plus Robbie Moore,

out of Buffalo?

These guys are, like,

the top two recruits in the country.

And if I can nail them both...

No ifs. You will. I know it.

- Oh, what is the matter with that Bob?

- Burrito.

- Want me to take him out?

- Later.

- I can do it right now.

- No.

Positive?

Jesus wept! Bob!

No more hot sauce, all right?

- Why are you feeding him hot sauce?

- I don't know.

- What are you watching?

- Oh, Kippie.

- I'm studying the format.

- Tell us how bulimia...

...affected your relationships, Lulu.

- I lost them all.

My agent.

My friends. My boyfriends.

- Lulu?

- Fritz.

- The supermodel.

- I was so ashamed.

I knew it.

I knew she barfed.

- Oh, that documentary.

- No, I mean I heard her.

You heard Lulu Fritz barfing?

Yeah, couple times. Nasty.

You think I'm gonna need

a sweater in Detroit? In May?

What?

You don't feel compelled

to explain further?

We dated. A little.

I told you that, didn't I?

Let me think. No.

Thought I did. Are you gonna be

cool staying here by yourself?

- You'll walk Bob?

- Sure.

Don't let him walk you.

Who's the boss?

- Me.

- Tell him that.

- I'm the boss, Bob.

- You hear that, Bob?

- You never mentioned her.

- Who?

Lulu.

Because we don't sit around

talking about past relationships.

She was a relationship.

- Come on, Stace.

- Yeah, we do.

You told me about that med student

you dated right before me.

And then the girl before that.

What's her name? Joyce.

- I guess you just forgot to mention...

- This is why I hate talking about this.

It's just, you end up

fighting over old ghosts.

It's history. It's over.

The past is past.

That's before the past was

a supermodel that barfed quietly.

You know, I don't pry

into your old boyfriends.

Here's a little tip:

I never dated Brad Pitt.

All right. Shut it off, okay?

Look, I've had

really bad experiences...

...talking about past relationships,

no matter how casual.

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