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I might e-mail you.

Please don't take it personally.

No, no, e-mail's fine.

[DOG WHEEZES]

-Bye, Sonny.

-Do you mind if Sonny and l take the truck?

Feel free.

-lt's been a real pleasure, Peter.

-Been a lot of things.

Thanks.

Hey. Ethan.

Welcome to Hollywood.

What? You want me

to come back and talk to you?

I was just saying

in the most general sense.

The city welcomes you.

Just make sure you call me tomorrow.

I'll call you.

[DOORBELL RlNGS]

MAN:

Be right there.

[AUDIENCE LAUGHING]

Hello?

Oh, hey. I'm Stu, the tutor.

Are you Jake?

No, I'm his father.

Oh.

I'm Stu, the tutor.

Right.

Have you been smoking pot?

No, sir. Not at all.

Perhaps you're smelling my cat.

[LAUGHS]

ALAN:
Your cat?

ETHAN:
Yes, sir. He's an outdoor cat.

You know what, he's really funny.

Don't get crazy.

I'm telling you, the show's funny.

Come on. You love him.

You know you love him.

I survived him. There's a difference.

Um, uh, Charlie, this is Jake's tutor, Stu.

-Hey.

-I'm not high, man, it's my cat.

[CELL PHONE VIBRATES]

CHARLlE:

Relax, Stu. We're not cops.

ETHAN:

Oh, really? He sure looks like the heat.

Like clockwork. l told him

we'd call him after we watched it.

SARAH:

He's excited.

If she says his name, I'll freak out.

ETHAN:

Pita bread?

Hummus?

Again, no thank you.

You got any more pot?

Not for $9 an hour I don't.

I mean, I don't know

what you're talking about.

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