Lay The Favorite Page #4

candy in the minibar.

- Bring me back one in the morning.

- Stop it, shut up.

Bye.

I just have to make sure

that you got home OK.

- Wait.

- Going down.

You should definitely, definitely

take me to your room right now.

Should we just talk about this for one second?

- Why?

- Well, you are a little drunk.

Yeah, but it just makes me more

articulate about my feelings.

And right now, I have a huge amount

of sexual tension built up inside of me,

and I think you're very, very

handsome and really nice, and...

Can we be done talking now?

Yeah.

- Wait, are you single?

- Oh, yeah.

Come on, Ten!

Come on, Ten! Come on, baby!

Come on! Go!

Go! Go! Oh yeah!

Oh yeah! Oh yeah!

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Back to one!

Way to go, Dinky!

Way to come back from Santa Anita!

- Yeah!

- Yes!

I didn't bet it.

What?

No, but you picked the ten to win.

But then I didn't bet it.

Just get back to your phones,

and stay out of my f***ing bets.

The f***er!

One-point-two remaining.

They need to go the length of the floor.

Oh, no!

Now I'm down 172.

And just for the last five days, Scotty.

And nobody takes it seriously!

Where's Frankie?

We gotta make these runs!

He's at Celine Dion.

On a Saturday? During the

NCAA Basketball playoffs?

That's when he's going to Celine Dion?

During the NCAA Basketball tournament?

Well, you told him last week he could go.

It's the only show he could get orchestra seats.

How many time does this guy

gotta go see Celine Dion?

Dink, maybe I should just make the run myself.

Scotty, will you shut up?

No, we need somebody here

by 11, at least, or today is a wash.

And this day was the only way I

had of making up for this week.

So, Jesus f***ing Christ, God!

- Flagstaff Aaron.

- He's working for Dave the Rave.

- Call Holly.

- Uh...

I don't think it's a good idea

to send Holly out with this kind of money,

I think it actually may be a bad idea.

Look, Dink.

I can do the run really fast, get back here...

No, no.

These lines are changing.

I need you on the phone.

Just get Holly over here.

- This is baby oil.

- Yeah?

Why don't you use sun screen.

Because it screens the sun.

OK Holly, this is the $9,000

for the horses at Bally's.

- All right.

- Take this $31,000 over to the Golden Nugget

and call me once you get over there.

Gimme the line on Kentucky and

I'll tell you where to put it.

- OK.

- All right, hurry please.

- Unleashing a furious late kick...

- Get up.

...up on the outside, the tenth

lead in the shadow of The Liar.

- Mr. Jazz...

- Good?

So that's plus 80, right?

What line did Holly give

you on the Kentucky game?

She hasn't called yet.

What? What are you

talking about?

She hasn't called. I've

been trying her for an hour

and she's going straight to voice mail.

You haven't talked to Holly for an hour,

and you're just telling me right now?

Call her back, Scotty.

- Call her back!

- Yeah, all right.

And I hope you're precious Celine Dion

chokes on a wire coat hanger tonight.

Huh?

Nothing. Sorry, man.

Still voice mail.

Dave the Rave's at Bally's.

I've been here since, like 11.

I ain't seen her, Dinky.

She was here.

She was watching the game.

She bet Toronto?!

Magic, is that what you just said?

- Oh God, oh God, oh God.

- I got her.

Oh, God...

F***ing a**hole.

Come on, take it.

No, you didn't, no, you didn't!

You did not get robbed, Holly!

What you did was take $40,000 of my money,

and go and make a bet for yourself on Toronto.

That is what you did.

My shrink said it was a sure thing.

God.

Just come back to the office.

I'm never coming to the office.

Jesus, Dink.

I should just f***ing off myself, I should!

Don't do that, don't do that.

Just please,

come back to the office, Holly, and we'll

work out some kind of payment plan.

- Don't say it.

- I didn't say anything.

I could hear you thinkin' it.

Me? I wouldn't send Holly out with

money like that. She's just not...

- It's not like me or Frankie.

- Or Beth.

Yeah, you have to stay

here and watch the phones.

So, you...

...you...

...and Celine Dion,

and Beth are all fired.

So get out!

Get out!

Get the f*** out!

Get the f*** out!

God damn it!

- No way.

- Tulip, please.

Do you think I would even ask

for something like this,

unless I really needed it desperately?

And what do I get?

Whatever you want.

OK, I'll get Otis,

and everything else goes in a laundry bag.

I'll be right back.

And you can really do this?

Just pick up and leave town?

Yes. That's what's so great about

living in a motel and getting fired.

If I didn't do this I'd be crazy.

I can hear the logic rattling

around in there somewhere.

Uh-huh. Your trip back is going to be

a lot more fun then your trip out.

Of that, I am completely assured.

Hi. What are you doing?

I was about to check out.

Good. This place is a dump.

- Where are you moving to?

- New York City.

When'd you decide that?

About two hours ago.

I need you back.

- You were really mean to me.

- I know, I know.

I'm sorry, it couldn't be helped.

But the way we were,

it just... wasn't going right.

We had to snap out of it,

but I need you back. Now.

And what about Tulip.

We worked it out.

We came to terms that we could agree upon.

Unromantic terms.

For me and you, yeah.

So, why do you want me back?

How could you even ask that?

Beth, you are terrific with numbers.

You're great on the phone.

People love talking to you.

You keep your cool.

I trust you.

And you bring me good luck.

Beth, you are crucial to Dink, Inc.

Isn't that enough?

- Hi...

- Is that a loan shark?

'Cause you could use me as a human shield,

but I'm not sure I could take him.

No...

He's not a loan shark.

I know.

Pretty sure that's the famous Dink.

Yeah.

Not exactly what I was picturing.

So, where's Otis?

Take this.

Put it on shuffle.

I thought you were over it.

I'm over him, but not over it.

I kind of thought it was the same thing.

Yeah, I did too. But I just

found out that it's not.

I'm sorry, Jeremy.

Well...

- Call me sometime?

- I will.

I, I will.

Adios, muchacha.

- Is she mad at me?

- No.

Not allowed to be.

What do you mean, that was part of the deal

for me coming back to work?

She can't be mad at me?

Yeah, sort of.

So, what does she get in the deal?

Jesus, how do you know these things?

Shopping spree?

I wish. Face lift.

- Whoa!

- Whoa.

I must really mean a lot to you.

I missed you.

Say you missed me, too.

I missed you, too.

We're friends, right?

Whatever.

I got to stop by and drop off

Jyrki's hamster food at the house.

Go upstairs and say hi.

It's important.

- OK.

- Be nice.

Yeah.

Do not f*** my husband.

OK.

He says you're good luck.

He told me he doesn't

really think you're a jinx.

The bag of frozen peas in the cooler.

Stick it on my face.

Sorry.

Bethy!

- Did you miss me, sweet stuff?

- Yes.

Hey, kid. Welcome

back, welcome back.

Five dimes on Miss Israel

and she can't make the top 10?

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