Just My Luck Page #7
so I decided to book our boys
at the new Hard Rock Cafe Times Square.
No way!
- Who's your boy, huh? This is big!
- Beauty!
This is-This is big. How's my follow-up coming?
We're-We're working on it.
- Uh-
- All right. That's good. Don't let me stop you.
- Sounds good, guys. Congratulations.
- All right. Have a good one.
So, um, Jake, when are we gonna
hear this amazing follow-up?
- When you guys write it.
- Right.
Hey, Jake.
You got a delivery.
Over there.
Hey. Isn't that that bird
from the bowling alley?
- Yeah. The electrocuted one.
- Hey, Jakey.
Danny, let's work on your vocals
for "Too Close for Comfort."
I think we're on the right track.
Just tighten it up a little bit.
Okay. We're-We're gonna take it
from the second verse.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Oh! I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
- Thanks. Oh!
- I got it. I got it. I got it.
- I'm- I'm sorry about-
Come on in.
Check out this song.
Sounds great, Tim.
- They sound good.
- Yeah. Yeah. They do, don't they?
- Yeah.
- So, did you hear we're playing
the new Hard Rock?
- Wow. That's great.
- Yeah. Well, besides the fact
that it's a huge space...
I'm probably not gonna
be able to fill it...
- and I'm kind of dead.
- It's tough, but not impossible.
So, you think maybe, uh,
you'd want to go to coffee later...
or something maybe?
Yeah, um-
That'd be nice.
Oh. There she is.
- Oh. Is- Is that Katy?
- Yeah.
She's cute, huh?
She picked out this jacket.
- Oh. Nice.
- Yeah.
- Looks like a tramp.
- What?
What? Camp. Camp. She looks
like someone I went to camp with.
- Yeah.
- Strange.
Weird.
You know, I- I better get going.
Uh, Mac wants me to reset the rat trap.
So, should I call you tonight?
Um, yeah, about that-
Oh, geez.
Um, yeah. Some other time maybe.
I have other plans.
- If that's cool. Sorry about that again.
- That's okay.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Oh!
- Thanks for the ride, Jake.
- Yeah. Hold up one second.
Um, so I'll see you later?
Tell Aunt Martha I'm gonna send
Bernie with the car to pick you up.
Don't forget your homework.
- Yeah, yeah. I hear ya. Later.
- All right. See ya.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
Don't do that.
Don't open the umbrella.
Not inside.
Very unlucky.
Oh! Oh!
- Bernie.
- Yes, sir?
Back it up, will ya?
Oh, God.
You know, there's a poncho
in that backpack.
I didn't even think to- to look.
Can I give you a ride?
I only live 29 blocks from here.
Uh, at least take my umbrella.
I already have one.
You know,
I got a washer-dryer, uh...
microwave popcorn,
satellite TV.
No. I- I-
I really shouldn't.
Look. I don't do this
for just anybody, but...
I'll even throw in some hot chocolate
with those little tiny marshmallows.
I love the tiny marshmallows.
How about you toss
the lightning rod and get in?
Oh.
Thank you.
- Nice place.
- Yeah. Um-
We should get you some dry clothes.
Here. Let me get this.
- Oh, thank you.
- Laundry room's that way.
Bathroom's right over there.
Uh, kitchen's right here. Go whichever way
- Thanks.
- Yeah. Sure.
Mind if I throw some of my clothes
in with yours?
No. Not at all. Wow.
Laundry room in your apartment.
- As far as I'm concerned,
that's when you know you've arrived.
- Yeah. It's pretty cool.
You know what?
I should wash this too. Hold on.
Okay.
Oh. Oh, shoot.
- Toss this in for me, will ya?
- Um, yeah. Sure.
Thanks.
- Oh. I should get this. I'll be right back.
- Okay. I'll be in here.
Since when does a washing machine
need an L.C.D. Screen?
Okay.
Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh.
What is going on?
Oh, my gosh.
Oh, no!
Stop! Please stop! Stop!
Um, off.
Off!
What are you, possessed? Oh!
- Everything okay in there?
- Yeah! Everything's fine.
- Okay.
- Oh!
What is going on?
Okay. Water off.
Water off! Oh!
Oh, God!
Off! Off!
No, not spin!
Oh, my God.
Hello?
Oh, my God. Oh!
- Stop! Please stop!
- Okay. Uh-
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I got it. I got it. I got-
How'd you do that?
Uh, there's a- there's an off button
on the L.C.D. Screen.
What can I say? I am a pathetic
disaster, and I give up.
- You give up?
- I give up. I don't care anymore.
You know what?
It feels great.
You know what? I gave up years ago.
It's my secret to happiness.
Oh! Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
- Play fair.
- Oh.
- Ow.
- Oh, no.
- Oh, man.
- Your eye?
- You're done.
- I'm sorry.
No.
Oh, cool!
Oh, am I interrupting something?
- Hi, Katy.
- Hi.
- Wait. You're Katy?
- Last time I checked.
Hi. I'm Ashley.
No. No, that's not a problem.
I'm on it. Yeah.
So, Jake tells me you're a loser.
What? I'm not a loser.
That's cool.
I'm a loser too.
Anyway, it's just like a term of affection,
not a permanent condition.
- Oh.
- You just haven't had any good luck. That's all.
No, no. It's great.
I love these
little marshmallow things.
So do I.
Okay. Yeah. Yeah.
We'll talk later. All right, sir. Bye.
- Oh, my God.
- Hot.
- What's the problem?
song ready before the concert.
- And?
- And we don't have sh*t.
I mean shoot.
We don't have shoot.
We don't have to tell Aunt Martha
about this, do we?
Don't stress it.
I'll write you a kick-ass song.
Oh, so you're a-you're a songwriter now?
Very funny.
- You could be more supportive.
- This is serious.
- This is my life we're-
- Guy- Guys-
- No shoot.
- No shoot. That-
Uh- I think I can help you out.
What do you have in mind?
Well, I have this friend-
What a song.
I totally understand. If you don't
want to use it, it's cool.
No. No, it's great.
Just a few little adjustments.
Hey, Harry.
Double the tempo.
Danny, Tom, why don't you
kick it off tight and rough it up a bit?
- Ashley.
- Yeah?
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Hey.
So I hear a rumor that, uh,
you have another hit for me.
Well, it's, uh- it's rough,
but I got a good feeling, sir. Yeah.
Sounds good. Positivity.
That's what I like.
Oh, yeah. Congratulations
on, uh, selling out.
Selling out?
You mean the Hard Rock?
We sold out the Hard Rock?
- I BlackBerried you.
- I don't have a BlackBerry.
- Tiffany, get him a BlackBerry.
- Yes.
- There's a line around the corner
of people just hoping to get in.
- Ah?
Hey, hey, hey. I don't hug people,
but, look, bro.
You saved my life twice. Once
at the masquerade bash and- and now.
I- It was
I mean, ever since then I've been
about the luckiest guy in the world.
Look. Come by my office later.
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