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to shack up with some

chick you just met.

Well I'm going to be on a

business trip this weekend,

and I won't see her there.

Is that hot actress you work

with going to be there? Lysi?

Yes. Lizzie is

going to be there.

David.

Go after Lizzie.

We're just like friends.

Besides she's way over the top.

And I think I really

like this girl.

So I'll see you on Sunday.

Yep, Sunday.

Yeah I'll just come over to

your place after I get back?

My place?

I mean, what happened

to your aversion

to going more than three stops

into Brooklyn?

For you, I'll get over it.

Yeah, but I mean

you don't have to.

I don't mind coming to yours.

Mine's always a wreck.

Are you hiding something?

What kind of a question is that?

Nothing. I mean...

I don't even know any

of your friends.

Yeah, well why would

you know my friends?

You don't know me that well.

You're not my f***ing boyfriend.

Well...

What if I want to be?

You do?

Yeah. I do.

I do.

So I want to meet your friends,

and I want to see your place

when I get back.

Okay.

Okay.

(edgy music)

She disappears and

then wants love.

He wants to see my place.

I told you so.

You don't have very

many options here.

You either have to tell him you've

been lying to him the whole time

or you got to ditch out.

He made me this graphic

design of my name

except it was the wrong name.

It was so f***ing sad.

Yeah. Only the biggest parts of

your life remain a mystery to him.

Look, we're going to

get our apartment.

Maybe not today, but

it's going to happen.

And when it does, you can think

about dating a guy like David.

Yeah.

Thank you!

- Hey John.

- Hey.

- Pass it off?

- Yeah.

Nice doing business with you.

How much do we have?

With what you just gave me...

almost enough for

one month's rent

not including a

security deposit.

Yes!

Girl, keep that in the

front of your mind.

I can't keep the lie

going that long.

Oh b*tch please, this

is getting boring.

Now, clean yourself up,

and find a nice guy to spend

the night with tonight.

Preferably one you

won't get attached to.

I love you.

Love you.

(David) A handsome

model in a tux

is running through the rain

looking for her

the beautiful one

that he's lost.

He's in the middle

of Times Square.

He can't find her.

He stops running.

He takes the Moon Drill whiskey

out of his breast pocket

Boom! Thunder claps!

The music swells.

He unscrews the cap.

Everything freezes.

He sees her across the square.

Her eyes sear into his.

He strides over to her,

takes a sip of the whiskey,

the clouds part, the sun shines,

he dips her into a

passionate kiss.

He holds the whiskey up,

Moon Drill Whiskey.

"One sip makes the

chaos go away."

Good work David.

We are so getting drunk tonight.

It's something

Callie said to me.

I get it. You have a girlfriend.

Let's do karaoke.

(Alex) Hey, what's going on?

You guys go to NYU, right?

You should definitely come

check out this party tonight.

It's gonna be awesome.

Free shots if you say

my name at the door.

Hey, what's

going on guys?

You guys go to

NYU, right?

Check out this party tonight. Say

my name at the door, all right?

You guys go to NYU?

You should definitely check

out that party tonight.

It's going to be awesome.

Hey, start of school

party tonight.

Open bar with your ID.

You should come.

It's going to be great. You

know, big back to school mixer.

Thanks. I think I will.

Yeah, yeah! I'm

Alex, by the way.

Jessie.

Jessie. It's nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you too.

- I hope to see you there.

(Chrissie) Yep, see you later.

(Alex) All right.

(Edgy music)

You let the

sickness grow

You made a

tangled mess

No curtain back gonna

get you out of it

You got a crooked way

And you're overgrown

You do your dirt

with the seed you've sown

Don't dig it

up, dig it up

(Alex) Donna, Kelsey, I'm

glad you guys made it.

Good to see you...

Alex!

Hey! Jessie, right?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm glad you made it,

come on baby let's go inside.

I'm sorry you have to have ID.

Listen, I actually think

I forgot it at the dorm.

You're not going to make me

go all the way back are you?

Just bring your ID,

and I'll be happy to let you in.

Hey... Come on.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

You can tell I'm a student.

Miss, a lot of people

look like students.

For all I know,

you're a serial killer stalker.

Now either come

back with your ID,

or leave and stop

blocking the door.

Whoa, everybody just

calm down, all right?

We can just walk

back to your dorm.

It's only a couple

blocks, right?

Yeah, well that's not the point.

And this party is going

to be f***ing lame,

so let's go.

Actually, I got a lot

of friends in here,

so I'm not going to

blow this party off.

You can go back and get your ID,

or don't.

It's whatever.

Well, what are you looking at?

I mean, f*** you.

God...

(bell dings)

(R&B music)

Let me rub

on your body

Kissing you,

touching you

Holding you up

Now I can't...

Ah yes, alone at last.

Cause I ain't seen

you in awhile

So I'm going to love

your body nice and slow

Nice and slow

It's started on the bed, and we

can move it on down to the floor

Down to the floor

Your body all night

(Video) Oh yeah, you

pretty little whore

(moaning)

(Video) Gag on it.

(moaning)

No, f***ing way.

(moaning)

Surrender. Oh yeah.

(dramatic music)

Oh my God.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

I'm sorry. Here, come on.

Don't, don't, don't.

Do you have any idea how

expensive this shirt is?

I'm sorry, I'm a klutz.

Get the f*** off of me.

I don't want you to clean me.

Hey, hey, hey take it easy.

Who the f*** are you?

Is this your girlfriend?

I'm just trying to

have a good time.

Get her the f*** out here.

Can I get some club soda please?

Thank you.

F*** you. Get the

f*** out of here.

Thank you.

That guy was a dick.

Right?

Can I get you

something to drink?

Vodka soda?

(laughter)

(Lysi) I told you, you were

putting it in the wrong way.

Okay, you open this,

and I'll be right back.

(phone dings)

(video) F*** yeah. You

pretty little whore. F***.

Gag on it.

(man) Yes, f***ing b*tch.

(moaning)

(man) Oh f***.

F***.

(moaning)

(phone ringing)

Dude, what the f***?

She even told us about the

wig thing the first day

Do you remember that?

Talk about leaving out

part of the story!

I knew something didn't add up

about this chick.

She's barely left the

house for two weeks,

you pay for everything,

and now she's in porn?

I gotta tell you,

I went through her bag,

and I found wads of cash

and this weird notebook with

names, and locations, and stuff...

You went through her bag?

(Avi) Well yeah, I just felt

like things didn't add up.

But that's not the point;

you haven't seen her friends,

you haven't seen her place.

She could be a hooker.

Or a porn star hooker.

I'm dating a porn star?

Come on, you got

to scrub it here.

Get it clean.

It's clean!

No it's not clean.

Put some elbow grease into it...

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