The Perfect Match Page #6

- Yes, sir.

Hey, y'all want anything?

- Nope.

- Cool.

And make sure to send me the schedule

for the juice truck next week.

Absolutely, man. I'll do that.

Hot dog! Yes, sir!

- Hey, Caroline.

- Hi.

You, sir.

I gotta say, all these one-night stands...

I think you're missing out, brother.

I'm with Vic on this one.

Guys, what the hell

am I missing out on, all right?

You jack off to pictures

of the women I date.

Okay, first of all, that was one time.

And you said

you weren't gonna say nothin'.

Is that the chick?

Holy sh*t. That's her.

Who?

Don't... Don't look.

Don't look, all right?

- What am I not looking at?

- Guys, stop looking.

She's right there.

That's the dime piece

I was telling you all about...

from work the other day.

She left before I could holler.

God damn, I would tear that ass up.

Hey, hey, it's not

always about sex, Charlie.

Says Mr. Celibacy.

Hey, I bet if you were with a woman...

and gave it a shot you'd get caught up.

That you could actually

have a conversation with.

- No, I would not.

- Yeah, you would.

- No, I wouldn't.

- How do you know?

You never even tried.

Yeah, because I know me, all right?

Look, you've been dreaming about being

with Ginger since we were kids.

You've been dreaming

about having little Ricky's running around.

I've been dreaming

about making money, driving a fast car...

and f***ing models.

We're not built the same.

- I call bullshit.

- Bullshit, homey.

Sorry, you're just covering.

You are trying to protect yourself

from falling in love.

Dude, I don't know

what y'all are talking about, man.

All right, so take us on a bet.

You date a woman till Vic's wedding,

and see if you get attached.

The same woman.

What does that mean? So I gotta date one.

I could smash other joints.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

You don't get to date and smash.

It's a package deal.

Date one, smash one. One.

So I gotta date one girl

and hang with the same girl?

Yes, dating and hanging.

That's kinda how it works.

Until his wedding.

My wedding.

Deal. I'll take you up.

One woman until Victor's wedding.

And when I do this...

the two of y'all will agree

to never bring this sh*t up again.

- All right.

- And when you don't do this...

our reward will be

finally seeing you happy.

- Nah, I don't like that reward.

- No?

My reward idea would be something

like a 3D, flat screen television.

You know what? Let's keep it 100.

How about this?

When you lose this bet...

I get to deliver the best man's speech

at his wedding.

Are you okay with this?

I am all kinds of okay with it.

- Deal.

- To the eye's.

- To the eye's.

- I got you.

- Make it real.

- To the eye's.

Greek Goddess, cayenne, dark chocolate.

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