Whatever It Takes Page #5

..."I'm really a man. " I mean, seriously!

Your fiance invites you on TV to tell | you something, she's packing sausage.

- Come on, man, I got to get ready. | - That's why I'm calling. Be careful tonight.

Pat her down before you get in the car.

Just be sure.

- Hold on, I got another call. | - So what? Let it go.

- It might be Chris. | - Inbreed.

I'm sorry, Ryan, I can't do this. | I'm calling Chris.

What? Maggie, you have to.

- It just doesn't feel right. | - What doesn't feel right?

- He passed the Soul Quiz. | - Ryan.

- Maggie, I need your help! | - No, you don't.

You're going to be fine.

Sorry.

What kind of mongrel leaves | a call waiting?

Floyd, I can't. I got to go.

Cosmo says to check | for an Adam's apple, all right?

- Hey, Chris? | - That's me.

- Hey, it's Maggie. | - Hey, Maggie.

Listen, I'm calling you about tonight.

- You wanna hold on one second? | - Yeah.

- Maggie's going to call you. Don't answer! | - I already did.

- She wants to cancel the date. | - Yeah, the Soul Quiz?

She liked that stuff. | I don't know what happened.

- Maybe she's nervous. | - Nervous stomach?

Yeah.

Probably the pill.

All right, put me on hold | and I'll talk you through this.

But you have to keep coming back | to me, okay?

Let's start with, "I was really | looking forward to seeing you tonight. "

"We seem to have a lot in common. " | Yadda, yadda.

No, I don't think, "B*tch, we had plans," | will work.

Hold on.

Maggie?

I'm sorry about the wait.

It's cool.

Great. Now, that's my other line. | Can you hold on a second?

What happened?

- My God, your mom fell down the stairs! | - What?

Miss Carter, are you okay?

Chris, can I call you back?

- I just bought us a few seconds. | - Dude, you let it go. She's not going.

She is going! Tell her | you need to talk to a friend.

- Why? | - You're depressed.

- Your grades suck. Your father's on crack! | - My dad played pro-football.

Perfect!

- You're getting your ass kicked for that. | - I don't know what your problem is, Ryan.

She's back.

Don't screw this up.

Hold on.

Sorry.

Hello?

Chris, are you there?

Yeah. I'm here...

...baby.

You okay? You sound kind of different.

Yeah, well...

Battery's running low on my wireless. | I have to put you on speaker.

Can you hang on?

Just a second.

Sorry about that.

- Can you hear me now? | - Yeah, sort of.

Listen, I hope you're not sick.

Well, you know...

...I'm sick about this not happening.

I know I'm a jock.

I'm brainless.

Conceited, in love with myself.

That's how you must see me.

But let me tell you how I see you.

The you I see has a big heart.

She's smart, fun to hang around with.

Doesn't take my sh*t.

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