Dorfman Page #3
WITH APPLE.
-MORNING PERSON, HUH?
-HMM.
WHOA. PERSONAL SPACE.
OH, PACKING PEANUT.
-OH.
-RELAX.
WAIT A MINUTE.
YEAH. I DID.
NOPE. SAVING I FOR A SPECIAL OCCASION.
OH.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
SO...
WHAT'S...
WHERE TO...
OK.
NO, NO. YOU'RE THE CREATIVE ONE.
SO ARE YOU.
YEAH. I'M SO NOT FUN. SORRY.
DON'T APOLOGIZE.
WHITE WALL. PEANUTS.
YOU NOT HELPING.
SUCK IT UP, DEBORAH.
ANYTHING AT ALL, I'M YOUR MAN.
WAIT, WAIT. OK.
SO I KNOW THAT JAY LOVES PLANTS.
SO I'LL START THERE.
AND I CAN'T BELIEVE
THEY JUST DELIVER.
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
ABOUT ME, DON'T BELIEVE IT.
IN FARSI?
NO CLUE. I AM EGYPTIAN.
OH, I'M SORRY. I'M SORRY.
I JUST...
-PERSIAN?
-NO, WE'RE NOT ALL PERSIAN HERE.
MOST BUT NOT ALL.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA.
WAIT A SECOND. WAIT A SECOND.
SO YOU'RE NOT GOING
SUCK IT UP, DEBORAH.
WATCH.
NOW YOU.
-YOU BAD?
-(SCOFFS) YO MAMA.
YEAH!
NICE.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
HOT CHA-CHA GIRLFRIEND?
SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND.
THESE ARE FOR ME.
BE GOOD TO YOURSELF, DEBORAH.
BYE.
GREAT.
HELLO.
HOW ARE YOU?
OH, MY GOD.
THEY HAVE RED VELVE WEDDING CAKE. WHAT?
GIFT FOR LEEANN.
AGAIN?
SHE'S DYING FOR
GET A GRIP. THAT'S WAY OVERKILL.
-MORNING.
-CAN I HAVE THOSE?
WITH A CARD SAYING,
"I LOVE YOU, BABE."
-UNH.
-OH, I KNOW.
I GOT SLURPEED BY THE CUTES TWO-YEAR-OLD SOCIOPATH.
-WELL, SHE'S--
(PHONE RINGS)
OH, I GOT A CALL.
HEY, IT'S ALLEN.
HEY, ALLEN.
OH, I HEAR YOU, BUDDY.
THIS TIME.
MY BRIDAL SHOWER IS THIS FRIDAY.
AND I STILL DON'T HAVE
A MAID OF HONOR.
YOU KNOW, YOU'RE THE ONLY
SINGLE GIRL I KNOW. SO...
RIGHT NOW. SO, UNH.
OK. I HAVE A CLEAN SHIR IN MY GYM BAG IF...
-OK.
THANKS.
HARD AT WORK?
UH, YEAH.
WHAT'S UP?
WELL, I JUST WANTED TO INTRODUCE
YOU DIDN'T TELL US
IN BORING SUBURB?
TO LUNCH AND EXPLAIN WHA I'M GOING TO DO FOR YOU?
TO BE OUR ACCOUNTANT.
WE'RE GOING TO TAKE DEB OU FOR BIG, GLORIOUS CELEBRATION
APPLEBEE'S?
IN POLAND?
OH, NO, NO, NO.
AND I GAIN BACK:
IS QUESTIONABLE AS IS.
NO SELF ESTEEM?
YOU KNOW WHAT SHE NEEDS, VRONKA?
I DO.
DEB:
OK. SO WHERE ARE YOU GUYSTAKING ME?
IT'S CLICHE. UGLY DUCKLING
FOR YOU?
COME ON, DEB. CONFESS.
YES, I'M INTO HIM.
WELL, HE KISSED ME ONCE BEFORE.
WEDDING.
AND IT DOESN'T COUN BECAUSE HE WAS DRUNK,
AND HE PUKED RIGHT AFTERWARDS.
I'VE GOT FOUR DAYS
TO FIX UP HIS LOFT. AND THEN--
THEN WHAT?
GET REAL, CINDERELLA.
YOU MIGHT BE A BOMB ACCOUNTANT,
GIVE THE LOF AND YOU A MAKEOVER.
AND IN THE CONQUES FOR JAY WILL BE ASSURED.
BUT I--I DON'T WAN TO LOOK LIKE A HOOKER.
I HEARD THAT, DEB.
I KNOW.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
DEB?
HI.
NO, POP!
HELLO. I GOT A MAKEOVER.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
PRETTY HOT, RIGHT?
TEPID?
ALL RIGHT, I KNOW.
IT'S A BIT MUCH.
BUT YOU KNOW, I DON'T REALLY
YOU GOT SUITCASES--
WALKING IN--WHY--WHY--
LEEANN IS IN:
A BABYMAKING WINDOW.
OH, NO, NO, NO.
POP HERE.
WHAT THE HELL:
PIPES EVERYWHERE?
NO WALLS. NO CARPETING.
IT'S MODERN, POP.
ON CEMENT FLOOR?
YES, THERE'S A TOILET.
GO TO THE RIGHT. UNH. GOD.
YOU COULDN'T JUST WAI 'TIL SATURDAY?
WIRELESS OFFICEJET PRINTER?
NO.
WITH A NEW 20-INCH LCD MONITOR?
-NO.
-WITH A NEW--
-WHAT DO YOU WANT?
SO $200 MORE A WEEK
THEY GIVE YOU A PAIR OF CAJONES
WITH THIS MAKEOVER?
A PAIR OF MODELS.
(TOILET FLUSHES)
-SO DEAL?
OR DO YOU WANT TO JUST TAKE POP?
POP:
YOUR MODERN TOILE JUST BLOW DRIED MY TOOKUS.DEAL.
POP:
IS YOUR BROTHERTHE GREATEST.
STILL MY ROCK?
ROCK WITH A RAISE.
ROLL. I'LL SEE YOU LATER,
POP. OK?
THERE IS A TV. IT'S UPSTAIRS
WHERE YOU'LL BE SLEEPING
COMFORTABLY.
INSTEAD OF ME.
WHAT'S WITH
THE VERKAKTE STAIRCASE.
HURRY! THIS IS THE LAST NIGH I'M OVULATING.
I REPEAT, THE WINDOW IS CLOSING.
YEAH, I'M--I'M...COMING.
LOOK WHO'S HERE.
JEWISH BROTHER DANIEL.
I CAN'T. I'M MARRIED.
WHO PAYS TO COOK THEIR OWN FOOD
TRY THE SAKI.
HOT WINE? I TELL YOU,
ANYTHING.
GOD,
SINCE WHEN DO YOU EAT JAPANESE?
SINCE I'M TRYING NEW THINGS. OK?
IT'S CUTE, POP.
THEY'RE LIKE LITTLE SCULPTURES.
THEY COST NOTHING.
I'LL BET THEY INVENTED
BOTTLED WATER TOO.
GOD...PLEASE TRY
PLEASE TRY THE SAKI.
NOBODY LOVED WINE
GAVE YOU A RAISE.
HEY, MAYBE ONE DAY I'LL WORK MY
WAY UP TO BEING DAN'S PARTNER.
YOU KNOW, NOT EVERYBODY
EVERYTHING AND HAVE KIDS.
HERE WE GO. I CAN'T TALK TO YOU.
OVERPRICE, HEATED WINE.
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