A Guy Thing Page #4
Come on. Come on.
I don't even know you!
Get in.
Get in where?
The dumpster.
- Really?|- Yeah.
Just give me a second here.
You sicken me.
I told you,|there's a big mix-up!
What happened?
I was mugged.
Oh, my God.|Paul, you're bleeding.
What is all this stuff?
Chocolate milk and cheese puffs.
Oh, my God, Paul.
I don't know.|I was carrying the groceries...
and this guy tried|to take them from me.
But I fought back.
I fought like a tiger.
I had the strength of ten men.
He ran away like a little girl.
Sweet.
Did you get a good look at him?
Not really.|It all happened so fast.
What color was his hair?
Red.
Dreaded... in a way|that I've never seen.
- Dreadlocks.|- And a gold tooth.
That is so street.
Size?|Was he big, tall, short?
Five-six.
Or six-two.
- Somewhere in there?|- Yeah.
Any identifying marks?
Yeah. A heinous scar.
Over his left eye.
Your left eye, sir,|or his left eye?
You're pointing to your right.
Looking at him,|his left eye or your left?
His left side.
- You're sure?|- Yeah.
Left eye.
He had a tattoo.
A barbed-wire choker tattoo.
Probably gang-related.
Gangbanger.
Was the assailant|Caucasian or non-Caucasian?
Non.
- Was he black?|- Not necessarily.
- What was he?|- Mix. Black, white.
- Black, white.|- Light-skinned black man.
Or a dark-skinned white man.
God, it must have been|so confusing.
Did he say anything to you?
Oh, God, Paul,|did he say something to you?
Yeah.
Don't keep that inside.|What did he say?
- He said...|- It's OK.
"Give me those groceries,|Whitey."
"Give me your groceries,|Whitey."
Well...
But you say he could've|been white himself.
You did say that, sir.
What's going on here?
Am I on trial?|I didn't even do anything!
I told you|it happened all so fast.
You're safe. That's it.|I think we're done here.
That's it for Paul.|Good luck.
We're just trying|to get the facts...
do our job.
Thanks.
Good luck with everything.
You poor thing, sweetheart.
Just sit tight.|I'll get you some aspirin.
Thank you, baby.
I'll be interested to see...
if the police|come up with any leads.
Honey, I don't think they will.
A little mugging...|They have bigger fish to fry.
But they're good men.
What are these?
I don't know.
I'll tell you what they are...|women's underwear.
I found them|in the toilet tank.
The toilet tank?
The water was leaking,|so I went to lift the...
What is going on here?
Did you have a girl|in this apartment?
Karen! Absolutely not!
Those underwear are yours.
No, they are not.
They were gonna be yours.|I got them for you.
For your birthday. Enjoy.
My birthday|was three months ago.
I know.
But then I found|that locket you wanted...
and I gave that to you instead.
I wanted to give these to you|at a later date...
so I went ahead and hid them|in the toilet tank.
Why aren't they in a box?
Why aren't they in a box?
Oddly enough,|that's how they came.
I found them|in an underwear bin.
A bin? Where do they sell|underwear out of a bin?
Spend Mart.
You expect me to believe...
that you purchased|a pair of underwear...
out of a bin at Spend Mart.
Is that your story?
Yeah.
Oh, my God. These are dirty.
What? That's disgusting!
I can't believe those f***ers|sold me dirty underwear!
That is just wrong!
Now I'm really glad|I didn't give them to you.
I'm hungry.|Should we eat something?
Paul, listen to me.|I am not stupid.
Please tell me|what's going on here...
and I want you to be|totally honest with me.
Did you have a girl|in this apartment?
I trusted you,|you son of a b*tch!
How do you like that?
No, I did not.
Fine.
What are you doing?
I'm calling Spend Mart.|They probably want to know...
that they are selling|dirty women's underwear.
Karen, come on,|this whole thing's silly.
I doubt they'll admit|they sell dirty underwear.
I'm sure|it's against corporate policy.
Spend Mart,|where you spend less.
I have a question|regarding your underwear bins.
Underwear bins?
that he bought a pair of|dirty women's underwear...
out of one of your bins...
and I wanted to hear|your thoughts on this.
My thoughts?|On our underwear bins?
These are my thoughts.|I'm sick of it.
It's some college kids|playing a prank.
They been putting|dirty underwear in our bins.
- What?|- What did he say?
On behalf of Spend Mart,|I'd like to apologize.
Why don't you have|your fiance come down...
and we'll exchange them|for a fresh pair...
or refund your money. OK?
Poor bastard.
Underwear bins?
It's a guy thing.
Bullshit!
God, I am really sorry.|I feel terrible.
It's OK, honey.
I am a terrible person|for accusing you.
No, you are so honest.
I don't deserve you.|Thank you.
I love them.
I knew you would.
Let's pretend it never happened.
I love you, you love me,|that's all that matters.
One sec!
I got home from work...
and found these pictures|in my son's room.
He was standing over them.
Are we on the same page?
Don't speak!
In the future,|would you find a way...
to dispose of|your pornography...
so it doesn't wind up|in the hands of children?
Absolutely. I apologize.
- Who's at the door?|- Our neighbor, Mr...
Minister Ferris.
Mr. Minister Ferris.
Hello.|I'm Karen, Paul's fiancee.
Congratulations. You move|right along, don't you?
Mr. Minister Ferris stopped by|to recommend a TV special.
Wow, that's great.
Thanks for thinking of us.|We'll keep that...
Son...
I've got my eye on you.
OK, then.
That was awfully|thoughtful of him.
I think he was|checking out your crotch.
Karen, he's a man of the cloth.
Let's not rashly accuse him of|being some weird pecker checker.
I've got to go to the bathroom.
OK.
Sh*t.
Do you smell smoke?
OK. Oh, sh*t!
Is something burning?|I smell smoke.
I lit a match,|if you know what I mean.
- Do you still have diarrhea?|- Yeah, I do.
I tell you,|you think you got it licked...
it comes right back|to kick you in the butt.
If this keeps up,|we'll have to plan...
our whole wedding day|around your bowel movements.
Hello?
Hey, Paul, it's Becky.
Jimmy boy! What's up?
Nothing much, Jimmy boy.
I got a visit from|my lunatic ex-fiance.
He's got pictures|of us together.
Hey, baby!|Can I get a gin and tonic...
and maybe you in bed?
I don't know what|he'll do with them...
but he's got|a steroid rage problem...
so I'm thinking|that's not a good thing.
That is great news!
What's going on?
It's Jim.|He got a promotion.
Wow.
Here's the deal.|Ray's working the night shift.
We can sneak into his apartment|and get the negatives.
You're the man, Jim.
Pick me up at 10:00|at the Soho.
You know where that is?
Great. Don't be late|and bring a flashlight.
Wait.|I want to congratulate Jim.
Six bucks?
I wanted to talk.
You did? I'm sorry.
Hello?|I'm so glad you called back.
Congratulations|on the big promotion.
Thanks, Karen.|It was a long time coming.
OK, here's Paul.
- Jim?|- Paul.
You're getting|better at this, buddy.
Hang on, call waiting.
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