My Super Ex-Girlfriend

- Move!

- Let's go, let's go!

We did it, right?

Whoa! What the hell are you doing?

- G-Girl!

- It's G-Girl!

Gun!

G-Girl! G-Girl! G-Girl! G-Girl!

Wow. If you could have any superpower,

what would it be?

The ability to blow myself.

That's quite a visual.

- But wouldn't it seem a little...

- Gay?

- No, not at all. Think about it.

- Yeah, really? It seems that way.

Oh, dude. Check her out.

Ooh. Wow.

What do we have here?

Kind of uptight librarian on the outside,

ready to rumble on the inside.

- Go ask her out.

- No. I'm not ready yet. I can't.

Oh, Matt. You're killing me.

Your last insane girlfriend dumped you,

like, six months ago.

I would have ploughed my way

through half of SoHo by now.

That's cos you're soulless and shallow.

It is a blessing.

Go over there. Talk to her. Do it.

- Matt, say hi. Give me your bag. Come on.

- OK, OK.

Yes.

All out. Be strong. Breathe.

Eye of the tiger.

Hi.

Excuse me. I know I don't really know you,

but you look like a very interesting person,

so at the risk of totally humiliating myself,

I thought perhaps sometime

I might buy you a cup...

No!

It doesn't have to be a cup of coffee. It could

be whatever you want. A cup of anything.

Juice? Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Somebody stop that guy!

That's right. You better run, a**hole!

Keep running, my man!

You don't want any of this. Keep running.

Yeah!

- What did you call me?

- Oh, sh*t!

What did you call me?

Idiot.

Come on! Get out of there.

Let's go! I know you're in there.

Get out of there!

Whoa!

Hey. How about it, huh?

So how about that cup of coffee?

Or it could be something more substantial.

- Like dinner?

- Yeah. That'd be great.

- Matt Saunders.

- Jenny Johnson.

Jenny Johnson. Wonderful name.

You got the whole alliteration thing going.

I grew up with a guy named

Francis Freddie Friedman.

A bit of a klepto, not the kind of guy you'd

want over if you had spare cash laying out.

Yeah, right. Right.

So, um... May I get your number?

Oh, I'm sorry. I don't give it out.

Privacy issues. I'll take yours, though.

- OK. Actually, I don't think I have a pen.

- I do.

Thanks. Isn't this something women do

just to blow off losers?

Yes, women do do that.

But that's not how I blow off losers.

Hey, Saunders, heads up.

- Oh, you have bad reflexes.

- You know, you're a danger in the workplace.

Do you have the bathroom layouts

for the Beijing presentation?

- I'll take a look at those.

- I finished them up last night.

- Hey, Hannah.

- Hey, Vaughn.

- Looks good.

- Thank you.

What about... Is this OK?

It's a bit tight,

but I talked to the structural engineer...

- How's your boyfriend? Isn't his name Rick?

- Steve. He's good.

He just got back from Milan. Look at this.

- Milan?

- Yes, his new Joe Boxer ad campaign.

Wow. He's buff. Are you into that?

I would think this is more your style.

What do you think?

Two months in a gym, a personal trainer and

the right steroids, I look like that or better.

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

- What are you doing?!

- Huh?

Hey, Carla. Nothing. Just reshelving

some reference material, trying to stay ahead.

- You were staring at her butt.

- He was?

- No. No, I was not.

- Yes, he was.

Hannah, as you know, we have

a zero-tolerance policy for this behavior.

I actually read that memo twice. I got it.

You should be familiar with this part.

Would you like to file a grievance

at this time?

Um... I don't think so, Carla.

Because, as your supervisor, I am officially

giving you that opportunity right now.

And I thank you for that,

but I think I'm just gonna let this one slide.

That's completely your decision.

- Will you sign a statement to that effect?

- Sure. Yes.

You are lucky this time, Mr. Bottom Watcher.

- Hello?

- Matt? Hey. It's Jenny Johnson.

- Hey, Jenny. I wasn't sure I'd hear from you.

- So are we still on for dinner?

- Dinner? Absolutely. That sounds great.

- Is that a girl? A real, live girl?

A great new Indian place on Madison

just opened up. Eight o'clock?

Indian? Love it. I'll see you tomorrow night.

OK. Great. See you. Bye.

Saunders! Do you have a date?

Got a date. And it's a hot one.

So the assistant curator job's

really perfect for me.

I was an art history major in college.

It's the only thing I'm good at.

At least, the only thing I'm good at

I can make any money off.

- That sounded like I was talking about sex.

- No. No, it didn't.

Believe me, I didn't mean sex.

- I mean, I am good at sex.

- I'm sure you are.

- Now it sounds like I'm bragging.

- No, no.

I think I'm good at sex.

I don't know, you decide.

Me?

But not tonight. It's our first date.

Yeah.

So what do you do?

I'm a project manager at a design firm.

We design and build private estates,

libraries, hotels, that sort of thing.

Yeah, right now, we're...

- I'm sorry. Am I bothering you?

- What?

No. No. Um...

I was just trying to listen to something.

I don't hear anything.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

I have to go to the bathroom.

Sure.

- Yo, how's it going?

- Well, she's a talker, yeah.

- Only question is, will you sleep with her?

- That's the only question, huh?

Yes. I'm not just talking about your date

tonight. I am talking about life in general.

- That is the only question.

- What's going on there?

Uh, some big fire at 73rd and Broadway.

Everything's burning.

- Is anyone hurt?

- I don't know. Probably.

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