I Love You Both Page #7

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Mm-hmm, yep, I totally get it.

It's like a dying art.

Hmm, mm-hmm, yep,

mm-hmm, yes, it is.

Anyway, I'll mail

you the last check, man.

I'm really sorry.

Just, uh, give me a couple days.

No worries, it's all good.

Okay, thanks, Ted.

- Bye bye, then.

- Bye.

Hey, it's me.

Uh, just got home from work.

Just wanted to call and

see how your new place is.

Just, uh... give me a call

whenever you get this.

All right.

Hey, it's me again.

Um, just calling

to see what you're doing.

Hey.

- Hey.

- Hey.

I brought you some cookies.

Aw, man, you shouldn't have.

What have you been up to?

Scott:
Same old.

Oh, I see.

Well, I just wanted to...

Uh, come by.

I mean, it would be nice

if we didn't have to

avoid each other at work.

Yeah, I hate that.

I heard you and Randi

are dating.

No, no, no, no, no,

she just follows me around,

won't leave me alone.

No, my girlfriend's in London.

Oh, I didn't even know

you had a girlfriend.

How long have you been dating?

Yeah, we met online.

Not a dating website, obviously.

But, uh, we get each other.

That's, uh, London.

I mean, man, that must be hard,

like, not seeing each other?

No, it's okay.

Neither one of us really

want to get married,

and, uh, we're kind of

okay just being alone.

Okay, interesting.

Scott:
So, what's the deal

with Donny?

He's fine. Uh, he moved out.

He got his own apartment,

actually.

Seriously?

What are you gonna do now,

just gonna sit at home,

have parties by yourself

with Herman?

I thought you and Donny

were like Siamese twins.

I mean, I'm thinking about

saving money and redecorating,

now that it's just my space.

You need some money?

No, why... I have money.

You sound just

like my girlfriend.

She never lets me

send her any money.

Okay, um, well,

I'm glad you're doing well.

I mean, maybe next week

we could go to lunch.

Yeah, I don't think so.

Why?

I mean, it's super cool

that you stopped by,

but I don't want you

to think that you can just

come over here

whenever you want.

You invited me.

Yeah, well, okay,

you called me out of the blue,

and I didn't really think

that you'd be staying here

this long.

And I got other plans tonight.

Krystal:
Oh.

Hey, hey, get off me!

Jesus.

Scott:
Hey, hey,

get out of here!

- What are you doing?

- Get off of me!

What does it look

like I'm doing?

Jesus, what's wrong with you?

What the f*** do you think

is wrong with me?

I mean, you come over, you're

asking me all these questions,

like you're interrogating me,

like you want to run my life.

I said that you could stop by,

but then you're bringing

the dog over like we're friends.

All of this, this is

why you f*** every...

What the f*** is wr...

Stop throwing cookies

in my f***ing apartment.

- What's wrong with you?

- I f***ing hate you.

Off my face!

What the hell was that?

What the f*** was that?

Hey, where were you?

I tried calling you.

No, sorry, I was calling you.

I have to tell you something

and you have to promise

not to tell anyone.

- What?

- Okay, this is really bad,

but I just beat the sh*t

out of Scott.

You what?

I roundhouse kicked him and I

threw puppy cookies in his face.

Oh my god.

I'm really worried that

he's gonna call the police,

and I'm gonna

go to jail forever.

I don't think he's gonna

tell the police

his ex-girlfriend

threw puppy cookies in his face.

That's pretty embarrassing.

Yeah, you're right.

Okay, I feel better.

Good, now, it's done.

Hey, do you want to meet up

in like 15 minutes?

We should go

to that tapas place.

It's the one

with all those old doorknobs.

I kind of hate that place.

What, I thought you loved it.

Sort of.

Krystal:
All right, let's just

meet up in like 15 minutes.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Are you ready?

Yeah.

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