My Super Ex-Girlfriend

- Move!

- Let's go, let's go!

We did it, right?

Whoa! What the hell are you doing?

- G-Girl!

- It's G-Girl!

Gun!

G-Girl! G-Girl! G-Girl! G-Girl!

Wow. If you could have any superpower,

what would it be?

The ability to blow myself.

That's quite a visual.

- But wouldn't it seem a little...

- Gay?

- No, not at all. Think about it.

- Yeah, really? It seems that way.

Oh, dude. Check her out.

Ooh. Wow.

What do we have here?

Kind of uptight librarian on the outside,

ready to rumble on the inside.

- Go ask her out.

- No. I'm not ready yet. I can't.

Oh, Matt. You're killing me.

Your last insane girlfriend dumped you,

like, six months ago.

I would have ploughed my way

through half of SoHo by now.

That's cos you're soulless and shallow.

It is a blessing.

Go over there. Talk to her. Do it.

- Matt, say hi. Give me your bag. Come on.

- OK, OK.

Yes.

All out. Be strong. Breathe.

Eye of the tiger.

Hi.

Excuse me. I know I don't really know you,

but you look like a very interesting person,

so at the risk of totally humiliating myself,

I thought perhaps sometime

I might buy you a cup...

No!

It doesn't have to be a cup of coffee. It could

be whatever you want. A cup of anything.

Juice? Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Somebody stop that guy!

That's right. You better run, a**hole!

Keep running, my man!

You don't want any of this. Keep running.

Yeah!

- What did you call me?

- Oh, sh*t!

What did you call me?

Idiot.

Come on! Get out of there.

Let's go! I know you're in there.

Get out of there!

Whoa!

Hey. How about it, huh?

So how about that cup of coffee?

Or it could be something more substantial.

- Like dinner?

- Yeah. That'd be great.

- Matt Saunders.

- Jenny Johnson.

Jenny Johnson. Wonderful name.

You got the whole alliteration thing going.

I grew up with a guy named

Francis Freddie Friedman.

A bit of a klepto, not the kind of guy you'd

want over if you had spare cash laying out.

Yeah, right. Right.

So, um... May I get your number?

Oh, I'm sorry. I don't give it out.

Privacy issues. I'll take yours, though.

- OK. Actually, I don't think I have a pen.

- I do.

Thanks. Isn't this something women do

just to blow off losers?

Yes, women do do that.

But that's not how I blow off losers.

Hey, Saunders, heads up.

- Oh, you have bad reflexes.

- You know, you're a danger in the workplace.

Do you have the bathroom layouts

for the Beijing presentation?

- I'll take a look at those.

- I finished them up last night.

- Hey, Hannah.

- Hey, Vaughn.

- Looks good.

- Thank you.

What about... Is this OK?

It's a bit tight,

but I talked to the structural engineer...

- How's your boyfriend? Isn't his name Rick?

- Steve. He's good.

He just got back from Milan. Look at this.

- Milan?

- Yes, his new Joe Boxer ad campaign.

Wow. He's buff. Are you into that?

I would think this is more your style.

What do you think?

Two months in a gym, a personal trainer and

the right steroids, I look like that or better.

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

- What are you doing?!

- Huh?

Hey, Carla. Nothing. Just reshelving

some reference material, trying to stay ahead.

- You were staring at her butt.

- He was?

- No. No, I was not.

- Yes, he was.

Hannah, as you know, we have

a zero-tolerance policy for this behavior.

I actually read that memo twice. I got it.

You should be familiar with this part.

Would you like to file a grievance

at this time?

Um... I don't think so, Carla.

Because, as your supervisor, I am officially

giving you that opportunity right now.

And I thank you for that,

but I think I'm just gonna let this one slide.

That's completely your decision.

- Will you sign a statement to that effect?

- Sure. Yes.

You are lucky this time, Mr. Bottom Watcher.

- Hello?

- Matt? Hey. It's Jenny Johnson.

- Hey, Jenny. I wasn't sure I'd hear from you.

- So are we still on for dinner?

- Dinner? Absolutely. That sounds great.

- Is that a girl? A real, live girl?

A great new Indian place on Madison

just opened up. Eight o'clock?

Indian? Love it. I'll see you tomorrow night.

OK. Great. See you. Bye.

Saunders! Do you have a date?

Got a date. And it's a hot one.

So the assistant curator job's

really perfect for me.

I was an art history major in college.

It's the only thing I'm good at.

At least, the only thing I'm good at

I can make any money off.

- That sounded like I was talking about sex.

- No. No, it didn't.

Believe me, I didn't mean sex.

- I mean, I am good at sex.

- I'm sure you are.

- Now it sounds like I'm bragging.

- No, no.

I think I'm good at sex.

I don't know, you decide.

Me?

But not tonight. It's our first date.

Yeah.

So what do you do?

I'm a project manager at a design firm.

We design and build private estates,

libraries, hotels, that sort of thing.

Yeah, right now, we're...

- I'm sorry. Am I bothering you?

- What?

No. No. Um...

I was just trying to listen to something.

I don't hear anything.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

I have to go to the bathroom.

Sure.

- Yo, how's it going?

- Well, she's a talker, yeah.

- Only question is, will you sleep with her?

- That's the only question, huh?

Yes. I'm not just talking about your date

tonight. I am talking about life in general.

- That is the only question.

- What's going on there?

Uh, some big fire at 73rd and Broadway.

Everything's burning.

- Is anyone hurt?

- I don't know. Probably.

It's blocking my way to the gym.

My thoughts are with you

in this time of crisis.

Wow! Oh, man!

- What's going on?

- It's G-Girl! She's doing her thing.

Are you serious? You lucky SOB.

I've never even seen her in person.

How does she look?

She looks...

- What?

- Blurry. But still pretty hot.

Yeah? What's she doing now?

She's spinning around

like one of those things that spins.

Amazing. That's unbelievable.

Yeah. It's so cool.

Oh!

Yes. That's it, show's over.

She put the fire out. Fantastic.

G-Girl! G-Girl!

G-Girl! G-Girl! G-Girl!

Oh! OK.

And she's gone.

Flew off into the sunset. Amazing.

Unbelievable. Hey, why do you think

they call her G-Girl?

I don't know, like, "gorgeous" or "G-force"?

I'm not really sure.

What do you think about "good kisser"?

I can't believe I missed that.

I'm eating Indian food.

Oh, wait, no, no. "Goddess woman".

- What about "G-spot"?

- I gotta go. Bye.

Whoo!

Huge line. Sorry.

It was a really, really long line.

- You got a little something on your chin.

- What? Oh. Oh.

- I hate when that happens.

- When what happens?

Mystery smudges.

- Gotta go to the bathroom.

- Um... You didn't just go to the bathroom?

Are you keeping track? That's kind of creepy.

- She sounds like a nutcase.

- So you're saying she's perfect for me?

Crazy women are attracted to you.

It's like you give off a scent.

You should do a background check on her.

What do you think? Shall we

keep these walls brick or make it stucco?

- Did you kick the plug?

- I don't know.

- Let me handle this one.

- All right.

- Don't do that.

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