The Perfect Match Page #4

And why are you still riding on that?

Why do you not have one of these?

We're about to be in The Jetsons season.

Premiere Edge, Charlie Mclntyre's office.

- Conference room in five minutes.

- Okay.

That was Marty's assistant.

He wants to meet you

in the conference room in five.

All right.

Give me everything you have on...

- Mobilo Tech Industries.

- Mobilo Tech Industries.

Text it to my phone immediately.

And tell Tim "I'm sorry...

"something came up." All right?

We'll re-schedule, as soon as possible.

No, he won't

because this is more important.

It's great to meet you. Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Sit down.

Good morning. Who was that?

Mobilo Tech. Have you heard of them?

- No.

- Neither has the rest of the world.

They created an app that was obsolete

before it even launched.

And what does this app do, you ask?

Blocks unwanted callers.

So, what's the problem with that?

Cell phones already have

that feature on the phone.

You're goddamn right!

I can go to my iPhone right now...

scroll down

to my skank ex-wife's contact...

and hit "block this caller."

Normally, I would tell these guys

to drive their non-p*ssy-getting hybrid...

off the San Francisco Bay Bridge...

but I can't 'cause we're courting

their parent company.

Oh, it also has a retina scan component...

for testing your emotional state...

or some sissy bullshit.

Look, these guys lost me at "hello."

How do we give

these sagging tits a facelift?

You lost weight. You look great, Marty.

Ah, thanks.

Back to this app.

Me and Abram were just meeting about it.

We have some great ideas.

Just need a little time to flesh it out.

Great, you've got till Wednesday.

Yeah, I need a happy ending by Wednesday.

Good talk.

I got no idea what I'm gonna do.

I gotta come up

with something brilliant, man.

I've never even heard of Mobilo Tech.

I didn't think you were gonna make it.

I thought you had to work.

Nah, my freaking boss

cut back on my hours.

- Permanently?

- I don't know.

But it couldn't come at a worse time.

Do you have any idea

how much peonies cost?

What's a peony?

I don't know, but they

sound expensive as sh*t.

This wedding is killing me.

And I had to deal

with Ginger talking about...

you bringing Fawn to dinner all night.

- My bad.

- "My bad."

It wouldn't hurt if you would just try

to get into a relationship.

- Like the rest of us.

- No.

What happened to Ginger's friend, Dana?

She was fine, but that's not the point.

Listen, man, you know my rules.

Yes, I do know your rules,

and those rules are stupid.

- They're very smart rules.

- They're ridiculous!

- Strategic rules.

- Especially the shoe thing.

It doesn't make any sense.

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