Boys and Girls Page #4

So, do you wanna|come up and dry off?

-I don't know. Is Amy there?|-Probably.

-No, I think I'm just gonna go home.|-Gotta write in your diary?

-Something like that.|-Okay.

As much as I hate|to admit this...

...l had fun tonight.|-Me too. It was good, clean fun.

Maybe we could go there once|a week and do our laundry.

It's cheaper than the place|I take mine to.

More alcohol.

What's up?

-Did you kids go swimming?|-Yeah.

That's great.|So what's going on now?

Because my plans|kinda fell through.

I invited Ryan up,|but he's going home to bed.

Really?

-I'm tired!|-He's tired.

Yeah.

I'm kinda... tired myself.

Actually, we should|get outta here.

Good night.

You coming?

I gotta hand it to you, man.|Very cool back there.

-Are you okay?|-Yeah, I'm fine.

She begs you to come up, and you|hold back. She's going nuts right now.

-I don't think so.|-Did you hear how she said "bed"?

-You can almost smell the linens!|-You're way off on this one.

-No, I don't think so.|-Are you in a hurry?

-No. Why do you ask?|-That's him! Get him!

Come on!

-Let's go!|-Better start praying, father!

-Who the hell was that?|-I have no idea.

Listen, best thing for you to do|is just forget it ever happened.

-Forgotten yet?|-No!

-How about now?|-Man, no.

Jeez, you're like an elephant.

Great. You're just|in time for cookies!

-They look good.|-No. Not those.

I thought it 'd be nice to have|a snack when you got home...

but I didn't know when that 'd be, so I|guessed and made a batch around 8...

but they burnt. So I did another one|around 9:3O, and then they burnt.

So I waited a little longer before|the third batch, and now you're home.

It's perfect. They'll be ready|in about two minutes.

-Why are you wet?|-Ryan and I went dancing.

-Are you in love with him?|-What?

-Are you?|-No.

-I don't believe you.|-What? We're just friends.

-Yeah, but he's in love with you.|-Actually, no. I don't think so.

Then what do you do all the time|that you're together?

I don't know. We do stuff.|We talk about stuff.

-Why? You have me for that.|-It's nice to have a guy's opinion.

About who has the best pizza|and who has the best tits?

Gino's Pizzeria, Susan Sarandon.|Why are you acting so weird?

You're the one who's acting weird.|You're the one spending...

all your time with a guy that|you're not even interested in.

My therapist thinks that|you may have some issues.

-You're talking to her about me?|-Of course I am. I worry about you.

Listen, if you ever|need to talk, I'm here.

-I left her number on your pillow.|-Whose?

My therapist's.|Good night.

See that guy there? He's the kind|of guy who walks with his feet...

if you know what I'm saying.

-Come on, you do it.|-Okay.

-She likes crackers in her soup.|-No.

-What do you mean, no?|-That's wrong.

-No, it's not!|-Yes, it is.

-Why?|-It's a judgement.

-Some people don't eat crackers.|-Exactly.

No, the point is to judge where|there's no judgement to be made.

-It's a non-judgmental judgement.|-No, no. That's stupid.

No, it's not. It's funny.|I'm laughing.

Yeah, 'cause it's stupid!

Wanna hear something even more|stupid? I'm going on a date tonight.

-Really?|-Do you think I'm nuts?

-No, I think it's great.|-Really?

-Yeah.|-You should bet back in the saddle.

No, I'm the kinda cowboy|that doesn't like to ride.

-See? That one's not funny.|-Yeah, I know.

Ladies.|How are we doing?

Hey, it's beautiful out, huh?

No, I'm not good at that kinda thing.|You should call Hunter.

After investment banking, I decided|to do something for myself.

I sell for ten years. I reached|a point in my life, I said...

"I don't wanna do|all the work".

Jen! Thank God|you're here, sis!

Billy, what's wrong?|Kurt, this is Billy, my brother.

-Billy, this is Kurt.|-Nice to meet you, Billy.

-I was telling her about my boat.|-There's no time for boats!

-Why? What happened?|-It's mother. She's sick!

My God.|What happened?

-I just told you. She's sick!|-Sick how?

Yeah.|Sick how?

You know!|Sick like the last time!

No, I wasn't there last time.|Explain it to me.

There's no time for questions!|Mother is sick. We have to go!

Sorry.

-Are you insane?|-You were great!

"Sick how?"|I felt like such an idiot!

Ryan, you were great|in there. Really!

Thanks.

Thank you.

Man!

You know, next time I was thinking|about trying it with a limp.

Baby steps, Ryan.|Baby steps.

-Tonight? No, it's tomorrow night.|-No, they changed it.

-Who did? Ryan?|-No.

-Well, I can't go.|-Why not? What are you doing?

Staying in!|I was planning on staying in.

I was gonna give myself a manicure,|a pedicure and do a conditioning.

-Can't you do all that this afternoon?|-No, because I have class.

I have to talk to my professor|about my paper due on Monday...

that I was gonna finish while my|nails were drying and proof later!

So that everything would|be done before the party.

-Can't you do all that tomorrow?|-No.

Tomorrow I'll be rushed and tired,|and I have to get everything done!

-I can't believe they changed it!|-It's Friday. You got all weekend.

What's that supposed to mean?

That's like on Monday|saying you've got all week.

Yummy.

-What do they want?|-Who?

They. The chiquitas.

I'm busting my ass trying|to fit into their mold...

of what makes an interesting guy.|I cannot figure out what they want.

What do you want?

I don't know. Get laid. Have fun.|Have someone love me for who I am.

And who is that exactly?

You're absolutely right. What's|wrong with being from the country?

A simple kid raised on fresh eggs and|good values who had to get up...

at the crack of dawn every morning|with a dog named Lucky by his side...

...to help his pa with the cattle.|-Hunter...

you're not from the country.

Jeez, Ryan, what do|you want me to say?

"Hi, my name's Steve. I grew up in the|suburbs with two working parents...

two sisters and a two-car garage.|I have no real identity...

nor do I have a clue what I'm doing|or what I wanna be. Wanna go out?"

-Your name is Steve?|-The whole point of college...

...it's where you reinvent yourself.|-It's where you define yourself.

-Your name is Steve?!|-Yes.

And I'm not so crazy about Steve.|Why would anyone else be?

-That's who you are!|-Really? It's just that easy?

Then drop the cool guy act and go tell|Jennifer how you really feel about her.

What?

But you'd better do it quick,|before she leaves with that guy.

I don't feel that way|about her.

Seeing her with that guy|right now doesn't bother you?

No. She goes on dates all the time.|We talk about her dates.

-And you're fine with that?|-Yes!

-Honestly.|-Yes.

Okay, then how come you're|here all by your lonesome, huh?

If you're waiting for a girl to do|all the work, you are mistaken.

-They don't do things that way.|-Excuse me. Is your name Ryan?

-Yeah.|-You're in my Statistics class.

Nice.

What are the odds?

You're Engineering, right?|I'm Electrical.

Not me. My major.

Can you believe how much work|they give us? But I like it...

because many people float like|negative ions with no place to go.

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