In a World... Page #6

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- I wouldn't let him put the

tip in. - Yeah, that is...

You're not gonna win an

award with that one.

You can't tell...

You can say, "Moe."

"He tried to put the tip

in, but I didn't let him."

Sister code.

Did you sleep with him?

It's okay.

Sister code?

I didn't.

I do not believe you!

I can't believe we're

still on this.

It wasn't even my idea to

bring her to the party.

Oh, no? Sorry. Why were you

late to work yesterday?

Because I slept in!

And I couldn't wake her up and

get her out of my apartment!

Oh, sleepy.

Okay. One more time, guys.

I'm going to keep it open

this time, all right?

Nancy is a volcano

of sensuality,

you could have experienced

her eruption.

Volcanoes kill people, Cher.

You're just miffed about Carol.

What about Carol?

What? I thought

you'd tell him.

Tell me what?

Mimi knows Gustav's maid, Alla,

because the Russian community

is very interconnected.

Okay. So what'd she say?

She said that Carol spent

the night at Gustav's.

So I guess they...

Cut!

Okay, let's go again. It's a

police station, remember. Okay?

Less restaurant hubbub and more aggro

conversation in the background.

Snacks, take it to the

kitchen, for Christ's sake!

Sorry.

I'm sure they probably

just did oral.

I noticed you had some fine-looking

girls there at the party.

There was this one

girl that I took down.

At first glance, you look at her, I

thought her face was kind of rough.

But at second glance, whoa!

She's super hot.

And she was a crasher so

she was a little feisty,

- if you know what I mean?

- Yeah.

She let me rip her panties off as soon

as I stuck my tongue in her mouth.

Holy cow! Man, you got lucky,

kid! You sound like me!

And here's the crazy thing.

She is the chick who

snagged the gig from me!

No sh*t!

She is the chick who

snagged the gig from me.

- You're kidding me.

- No.

Well, you showed her who's the

boss, didn't you? You're the boss!

Hey, man! I'm the boss!

It doesn't matter. I'll

never see her again.

So whatever. You

know what I mean?

No, no. She b*tch-slapped you

by stealing that gig from you.

I think you should have a little fun.

Play this ViXen out. You understand?

After all, it's her fault for messing

with the scorpion. Am I right?

- Am I right?

- Yes, you are right, Sam.

Give her the stinger! Once more

from me, if you don't mind.

Unknown number? Hello.

- Gotcha.

- Who is this?

Come on. You should recognize my voice.

After all, most of the country does.

- Mr. Warner.

- That's right.

Yeah, I can't talk right now

'cause I have to go to work.

Oh, really? You snaking

another one of my jobs?

What are you? A detective?

No. But I'll search you anyway.

You're cheesy.

Hey, come on. You're laughing.

To answer your question, no,

I'm not stealing anything.

It's a job that was

offered directly to me.

Oh! Well, break a lung.

Thanks, I won't.

Bye, Carol Solomon.

I'm the boss.

The new Saber Tooth

bristle brush technology

is patented to be soft on

hair, hard on fly-aways.

Saber Tooth. Because

nobody's purrr-fect.

So where's Louis?

- He's sick and went home early.

- He doesn't want to see you.

- What?

- Not what I said.

I heard through the grapevine

they want you to V.O. the

promo for that crazy trilogy.

And don't bust me for

dropping the broccoli.

What crazy trilogy?

Oh, my God, The Amazon Games!

How could you not

have heard of this?

It's common pop knowledge.

I don't have an agent.

First off, it's a quadrilogy.

Great.

It's an adaptation of the

hyper fantasy book series.

It's about these fierce mutated

female Amazonian warriors

as the sole future

world-inhabiting species

battling cloned prehistoric

cavemen hybrids.

It's all based on

the Prussian War.

Anyway, they're reinstating the

hokey "In a world..." gimmick

and everybody's in

a huff, I guess.

Because it marks the

rebirth of epic cinema!

Whatever.

I'm just glad it's a woman this

time instead of a sweaty old man.

I'll see you guys.

Yeah. Congrats.

Thank you for dropping

the broccoli.

You should cut your hair.

Stop trying to woo me by

being mean. It doesn't work.

You want to get a drink later?

Okay.

Hey! Watch it!

That is so rude.

Excuse me. I'm so sorry.

I just want to give you my card.

I'm not a vocal coach anymore, but

I would make an exception for you

because you sound

like a squeaky toy.

And I don't mean

that in a bad way.

I think you're better than that. And

I think we're all better than that.

It's good for the species.

You know what I mean?

There's also a Jamba Juice

two blocks away from here.

'Cause I bet you were

looking for a smoothie.

Maybe not. I don't know.

But if you were,

you know where it is.

Excited or farting?

How are you?

I just came back to

get my cell phone.

There is no way to function in

the modern world without one.

Yeah. No, I know it.

Do you want to talk

about anything or...

- There's nothing you can say,

Carol. - Right. I know. I know.

I wish that there was

a bubble or something, you know,

that we could just step into

where there was no judgment

or past or present.

A bubble where I

can hear her say

why she did it in a vortex.

Sort of. Yeah. Not the bubble

part of it, but the general...

Listen, I'm staying at my

friend PJ's editing suite,

- 'cause I got a lot

of deadlines. - PJ?

And he's got a comfy couch

and this stupid yellow lab

that definitely thinks

I'm the best person

that ever lived.

PJ who, though?

Just so I know...

I really gotta be away from

everything right now. Okay?

Okay.

Hey. I got good news.

What?

Dinner at Dad's tonight. The

groupie's making casseroles.

I'm ignoring that.

Come on. Yum-yum.

Hamburger hash.

Have you spoken to Moe?

I feel so lost without him.

Like I can't even tell

him, you know? Because...

I know. I know. If you could...

If you could...

If you could tell him,

what would you say?

In a way, that's kind of a

good... It's a good exercise

to just let it out.

Just let it flow.

Whatever you want to say.

- I am. Carol.

- Okay.

Jesus.

It's just that nobody takes care

of me the way that he does.

I just feel really

safe with him.

The only thing I gave him in

return is total dishonesty.

It doesn't even matter that I didn't

sleep with that a**hole, right?

- Tip or no tip.

- Tip, as in "gratuity"?

God! I should not even have been

in his room in the first place.

I hate myself. I hate myself.

I hate myself for doing that.

I hate myself for squandering

the most beautiful thing

I ever had in my

whole stupid life.

I'm so scared. I'm so scared,

Carol, that I'm gonna lose him.

And I'm so sad because I'm

not good enough for him

and I don't deserve him.

And I don't deserve

his sandwich bar.

Who's that hot friend of Moe's?

Named PJ?

'Cause I kinda want to date him.

Wait, what?

PJ?

PJ Koopchick?

PJ Koopchick. I think it

was, yeah, PJ Koopchick.

He's married.

Oh, my God! PJ Koopchick's married?

Jesus, another good one gone.

He's really fat. Hairy.

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