Just My Luck Page #4

- If you just-What did you say?

- I said it's done.

- You bring, um- McFly, right?

- Yeah.

Bring McFly by the office,

and we'll have a listen.

Okay.

- Say, kid, what's your name?

- Jake. Jake Hardin.

Jake Hardin, Damon Phillips

owes you big.

Yeah, I'm still here.

This kid saved my life, man.

Is it me,

or did I just get lucky?

She's choking! Breathe, Ashley!

Puke- Puke it up!

- Move it! Get out of my way!

- She's choking!

- Here! Let me help.

- She's red!

- Here.

- Somebody help-

- One more time.

- What was that?

- An olive.

Ash, Ash, look!

- No, I did not! Not me!

- Is she getting arrested?

- It's her! Her!

- Who?

Are they pointing at me?

They're pointing at me.

Come on.

Let's get her.

Excuse me.

- They're coming over here.

- Oh, okay.

Move it! Move it!

Out of the way! Out of the way!

- Ashley Albright?

- I'm afraid to say yes.

You're under arrest.

Is this about

Sarah Jessica Parker's dress?

Wait. I mean, no-

I'm gonna give it back!

Wait. I obey the law.

I like the law.

It's been a great night.

I almost got hit by a car.

- And I would-

- Step aside, sir.

Hey, what the hell's going on?

I mean, hello?

Sex and the City?

Sarah Jessica Parker

has so many dresses.

That was so last season.

Is she really gonna miss it?

You're a prostitute?

An escort.

I thought you knew.

I have never been so humiliated.

- Peggy, I-

- Thanks to you and your little alcoves.

"I want people to feel like

anything can happen here."

Oh.

- Oh.

- What are you grinning about?

- I know what's going on here.

- What?

- Where do you think he is?

- Where do I think who is?

Shh. The host.

- The host of what?

- Of this reality show.

Okay, I've figured it out.

You guys can come out

and tell me that I've won now.

- Are you insane?

- Hey, keep it down in there!

Did David Pennington

put you up to this?

- Huh? Did he?

- That's my seat.

I thought this was festival seating.

- Huh?

- This is real life, Ashley.

You not only cost me

my biggest client...

but I can't even imagine what they're

gonna say about me in the Post.

- Braden.

- That's me.

- You made bail.

- Oh, God, thank you.

- Thank you.

- Peggy, I'm sorry.

Oh, and in case

you haven't guessed...

you're fired.

- This way, ma'am.

- Is this your floor too?

- What did you say?

All right. That's enough.

- Hey, guys.

- Car ready, Tiff?

You know, they're just-

They're...

- a little nervous.

- Mm, go with 'em.

Jake? Jake?

- I'm sorry if that wasn't

exactly what you're look-

- What do you like about 'em?

They have a fresh take on retro,

like early Beatles meets Blink 182.

I'm surprised you don't talk

about record sales and demographics.

Well, it's funny you

should say that, actually.

I think a band that's good

will sell itself.

- An idealist and a purist. I like that.

- Yeah.

I used to be like that once,

but then I decided to become filthy rich.

Uh, okay, well, thanks-

thanks for the opportunity.

Look, kid, I believe in luck.

So I'm gonna send it out to a couple

radio stations, see how it plays.

Meanwhile, you guys work on

a follow-up, okay? You got two weeks.

- So, you're signing the band?

I spent eight minutes with you. Why would I

waste that time if I wasn't signing the band?

Tiffany, call accounting and cut them an

advance check and put them up in a penthouse.

- Okay.

- Now it's been nine minutes. Let's go.

All right. Bye.

Thanks. Thank you!

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Oh! Oh, my God!

Home.

Good morning.

Oh.

Do I need a bubble bath.

Hey. Whoa. Isn't that my-

We've gone through pretty much

everything. It's all rated PG-1.

- That's right. We're gonna

have to clear it all out.

- What? Oh, my goodness.

- This your apartment?

- Yes. Um, what happened?

- Flood.

- Flood?

Yeah, it's a, uh, technical term

for a lot of water where it shouldn't be.

It's no big deal though.

We'll take care of it.

- Oh, thank you. Do you mind

if I go in and change now?

- Hey, hey, fellas!

She wants to come in

and change her clothes.

I don't get it. Why are you laughing?

Sweetheart, we got

a grade-four mold infestation.

- You're lucky we found it.

- Lucky. Yeah.

Oh!

- Move it out!

- Easy!

- Do you have my furniture?

- Don't worry about that.

- Oh.

- We'll burn it before it can

contaminate anyone else.

We did manage to save these.

- This is it?

- That's it.

Check with the I.C.

We're gonna need another hose.

We're on it already.

We're gonna do a reverse hose lay.

Hey, you.

Are you okay?

- This is my new apartment?

- I know. It's pretty amazing.

Home theater, satellite TV.

And at night,

with the lights down low...

let's just say this place

is pretty mind-blowing.

Uh, yeah, it's pre- it's pretty mind-

you know, in broad daylight.

Well, the band is down the hall.

The bar and the fridge are fully stocked.

Oh, and just so you know,

D.M.R. Is a really nice place to work.

You know, like at some companies they

don't allow employees to date each other?

Here they do.

Date?

That'd be great!

I'm free all weekend.

Hey, you don't mind

if the girl pays, do ya?

Some guys have

this weird hang-up.

Ooh, gotta split. I'm late

for my erotic massage class.

Catch you later, Spider-Man.

Erotic massage.

Guys, thank you for letting me stay here.

Not only don't I have money...

but the dragon lady's blackballed me

from every firm in the city.

- Well, why don't you phone your parents?

- And admit defeat? No way.

- Yeah.

- So, where should I sleep?

- In your room.

- My room?

Mm-hmm. See, Maggie's room

is right here above the kitchen.

Thanks. And Dana's

is a Jennifer Convertible.

Yeah, so your options

are the La-Z-Boy.

- Mm.

- Soft and sturdy.

And my personal favorite,

the fabulous futon.

- Hmm?

- Perfect.

Well, I'll keep out of your way,

and you guys won't even know I'm here.

- Blow-dryer?

- Oh, yeah. On top of the radiator.

Thanks.

I never noticed. Is your cat all black?

- Yeah. Why?

- Just curious.

Well, this is nice.

We'll have fun.

Everything's gonna be-

Oh, my God!

- What?

- I have a zit.

I have a zit!

Girls, I have a zit!

Ash, are you okay in there?

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, wow!

- Ashley!

- Oh! Oh! Oh!

Ash!

- Okay, who's the idiot?

- Nice work!

Ash? Are you okay, Ash?

Hold tight. Hold on. Sweetie?

I broke a mirror.

I broke a mirror. I know.

- Ah.

- I mean, guys, what is going on with me?

You know, I can't take

seven more years of this.

Ever since this masquerade bash,

it's like I'm the anti-Midas...

and everything I touch

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