My Best Friend's Girl Page #2
- I'd like that.
Yeah, I'd like that too. All right.
I'm so glad you called. All right, bye.
Told you.
I just show them the difference...
...between what's in the hand
and what's in the bush.
You have mastered
the female psyche.
To get them to run,
I make them think that I'm sh*t.
To get them to come,
I make them think they're sh*t.
Either way, you're the a**hole.
It's what I do.
Sorry.
All right.
Look at you, all white and thin.
I bet if I laid you on this bar,
Listen, beauty queen.
I know people are concerned about
you because you're dangerously thin.
But I'm not one of those people.
Yet I am concerned.
That you've had too many drinks...
...and your fingers are in this bowl
like it's one of your sorority sisters.
These pretzeled devils,
far from complimentary.
I mean, baby,
get your head in the game.
Nothing tastes as good
as looking good.
- That is just...
- Excuse me.
Are you psycho? I mean,
how can you even begin to talk to...?
Easy, Urlacher.
Ever notice it's the linebackers
concerned with people not eating?
If the p*ssy police here would
stop ordering her fries tempura...
I just had a child.
Congratulations.
I'm sure he was probably delicious.
Looks like you
downed the whole thing.
You're an a**hole.
- You really are an a**hole.
- Then walk away.
- Let me just go get my purse, okay?
- Get cigarettes.
- Let's go.
- Okay.
Take me. Take me to your house.
Take me right now to your house.
- Hey, guy.
- Tank, hey. Tank, this is Renee.
- Yeah. Come here.
- Renee, Tank.
- Hey, okay. Two seconds.
- Talk to me for a second.
- Yeah, I'll talk to you all night.
- All right.
Didn't I just save your ass?
I just cleaned up your bed...
...and you're shitting in it again, okay?
Aren't you getting f***ing married?
I am getting married...
...but not tonight.
- Renee. Renee, there she is.
- Josh.
There she is. She's all mine.
I have to work tomorrow.
Everybody's gotta work tomorrow.
It's Tuesday.
Good one.
I have a strict no-sleepover policy.
Yeah.
Come on, Tank, it's almost 5.
For some people that's not tonight,
it's tomorrow.
I hate those people.
Sh*t.
Dustin? Yeah, five minutes is fine.
Okay, bye.
- Dude. What the sh*t?
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I told you this was happening. As
of now, I'm training for the marathon.
Goal:
Run, don't walk. Nothing wrongwith a little bit of discipline.
By the way, you should try it.
You need discipline
like I need to miss my period.
Seriously, you're already, like...
...a crazy, insane, OCD alpha-dog...
...cyborg crazy creature.
You mean, I have a job?
And now you're gonna wake me up
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