The Relationtrip Page #3

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Liam!

Liam. Hi, Liam.

Okay, that's fine.

Thanks.

Yeah. Maybe I'll just,

like, see you later, or...

- Yeah. Bye, Liam.

- Maybe...

Nice to meet you guys.

Bye.

[Franklin] Have fun!

You like tacos, right?

- So, like, one day...

- Mm...

We're all playing Mario Kart,

and the next,

Buddy and Sara are married,

and they have a house, and they

look forward to trips to West Elm.

It's the same thing

with Franklin. I mean...

He's not even

Franklin anymore.

He's just like this

weird version of Franklin.

He's like Bobby's

boyfriend Franklin.

And on the off chance I can

get Buddy and Sara to play

Mario Kart with me,

they won't even shoot

each other with shells.

Which means they're saving

their shells for me.

- Oh, God.

- I mean, that's not fair.

No.

It's like I'm just

trying to stay alive

while everyone is

cruising to the finish.

Dude, we are

bringing up the rear,

slipping on banana peels as

everyone else is laughing at us.

Right. Hey, man.

- Can we have two more?

- [man] Yeah, sure.

- Thanks.

- You know what?

I don't even want that.

- No more?

- Hmm?

- No tacos?

- Oh, no, no.

Yes. I mean, yes.

Always tacos.

I mean, I don't want to

be that, you know,

Beck in a relationship

version of Beck.

I just wanna be Beck.

You know?

Beck Beck.

Beck Beck's cool.

Why change that?

- Exactly.

- Thanks, man.

Hey, you know what?

If I played you in Mario Kart,

I'd freakin' blast you

with shells.

Dude, that's like the nicest

thing anyone's ever said to me.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

It's like feeling this

pressure from people

who want us to find someone

and get in a relationship.

Oh, of course.

Hi, I'm Beck.

Wanna get married?

- F*** that, man. Right?

- Pathetic. Mm-hmm.

I like being, like,

a weird loner guy.

You know what?

It really suits you.

We should hang out.

And be weird

loner guys together.

- Okay.

- I'm serious.

- Okay.

- Let's freaking get out of here.

I mean, go away for

the weekend.

- All right. Where are we going?

- I don't know.

Someplace cool.

It's workable.

Sure.

And just some place away

from all the shell-hoarding,

boyfriend, girlfriend

versions of people people.

- Oh, I'm down for that.

- Yeah?

- Oh, I'm down.

- Okay.

Okay. Let's play a game.

Uh-oh, he's moving.

- On the count of three...

- Yeah.

We'll both say a place.

Same place, that's where

we're gonna go.

- Oh, I like this.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, do it.

- Okay.

- Let's go.

- I'll start?

Hit me, come on.

- One, three...

- Two...

- Disneyland.

- Switzerland.

- Sh*t.

- That's close.

- So...

- What about the desert?

You know what? I've never

been to the desert.

- Yeah?

- That's crazy.

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