Slightly Single in L.A. Page #6

Sh*t! He makes me so mad.

We're planning the registry for

the most important day of our life

and he just leaves.

Maybe he's just feeling a bit of...

A bit of what, anxiety?

Can't believe you're defending him.

What? No, no, no, no.

I'm not defending him.

You just don't understand.

You can't possibly comprehend what it

feels like inside of me right now

because you've never been here.

That's, that's true.

I used to think about what it'd be like

to live your life, Dale.

Just walk in your shoes.

Nobody expects anything from you.

They don't.

No one expects anything from me?

Uh-uh. 'Cause you don't have parents

expecting babies...

and marriages and perfect husbands.

It's really hard.

That's true, but it doesn't mean

I want to end up alone.

Tell me something, Dale.

Am I expecting too much?

Is wanting my fiancee to be excited

about our wedding,

is that too much?

I don't know, Jill.

Back at St. Mary's,

for our first communion...

the biggest deal was finding out

who you were gonna get paired up with.

I dreamed of walking down the aisle

with Billy Dobson hand in hand.

But, no such luck.

He was paired with Jill,

and I ended up with what's his face

who picked his nose all the time.

I wonder if I'll ever get to walk down

the aisle with a Billy Dobson of my own.

Ah, is this your parents?

Yeah. That's them.

And is this you with your mother?

Yeah.

Here. Look at this one.

Oh, that's great. Great.

With the smoke around Jivver's face.

Yeah.

So how's Hallie?

Looks like...

you guys are an item now, huh?

No. No, not an item.

Definitely not.

She's a very nice girl,

but um, she doesn't take no

for an answer, does she?

Well, you're a big boy.

I'm sure you can handle... her.

Hey, um, I wanted to ask you

did you tell her to pursue me?

- Uh...

- Hello there Miss homebody.

Why aren't you dressed yet?

For what?

Did you forget my big screen debut deal?

We're going to my L.A.

Red carpet premiere. Hello.

What do you think, Johnson?

I think she's dead.

No excuses.

Seven was supposed to tell you.

Yeah. Well, he didn't.

Oh, my god, I did actually.

It's just that you had your head buried

in those photos and you didn't notice.

Well, can I wear this?

It's... L.A.

You can wear whatever you want.

Ok, I'll just grab my purse.

I'll get your heels.

Well, hello to you, too.

Thought you said you had...

a meeting to go to.

What?

You said you had... a meeting, remember

when I texted you... earlier?

Oh, yeah.

I did, but uh, but I'm done now.

Oh, great.

Hallie, what's up? What's going on?

What's going on?

I think I should be asking you

that question.

Excuse me?

What is going on, Dale?

Uh, nothing.

Look, I'm just-

I'm, did I miss something here?

Wait. Do you like him now? Is that it?

Look, I'm just gonna leave. All right?

Of course you are.

Zach, you're a piece of crap

you know that?

You're just another famous a**hole guy

who thinks he can screw around

with any girl he wants

and then not call them.

Well... f*** you!

We're not... even dating, Hallie.

I've told you that 10... times.

Ok, look, look.

I'm just gonna leave, all right, Dale?

As long as I'm here

this is not gonna end well.

Just leave, ok?

I bet you wanted that to happen

didn't you?

I'm seriously not following you, Hallie.

You really need to calm down.

You put on this little whoa is me act.

But I'm not buying it.

Just because you throw yourself

at every guy

that's famous who you think can

get you somewhere,

and who you think wants you...

and then shoots you down,

you know what,

don't take that out on me, ok?

You play the victim thing really well.

But it's a load of crap.

Shut up.

You're not my... friend, Dale.

You're just like every other

two-faced girl in L.A.

You just play it better.

Come on, you guys. This is retarded.

What, you're just gonna take her side?

I'm not taking anybody's side, ok?

Come on, Hallie, let's go.

Don't touch me.

Did that really just happen?

This week on Dirty Roomies...

Would you clean this up.

I can't live like this.

I made the mess.

I don't know why I have to clean it up.

You guys have sex.

We have to do a paper edit on these

and get them to run it.

The producers want to see it by Friday.

I think... cleaning's overrated.

There's still hot food down there

to eat.

There's something really truthful

about this waiting...

and doing the whole job at once.

We're gonna use up all the dishes,

and then it's time to clean.

So you want to talk about it?

Not really.

Hallie call?

No.

Call her?

And say what? I haven't done anything.

I do. I'm not a housewife.

And I found fleas in the bedroom.

You mean my pets?

I think fleas are people, too.

And... they should be treated as such.

Those are my pets.

And you're going to kill them?

Are you a murderess?

Seven, what do you think I should do?

Be honest.

Well, I've been honest.

Not with Hallie. With yourself.

Sorry, babe. I cannot give you

any more advice on this one.

Just take mine!

And you put on... your...

You know, if Vanessa has a problem

with it

she should clean that (bleep) up.

Hey, it's Dale.

Listen, Hallie, why don't you

just call me back, please.

Since I have a private number,

Hallie won't pick up.

Neither will any of our friends in case

it's you know someone annoying.

They will... call you back.

But since we all have private numbers,

it's nearly impossible

for us to communicate by phone.

Fortunately, I pick up my phone.

Otherwise, this game of trading

voicemails would never end.

Hello.

Hey, it's Hallie.

Hey.

Jerk off!

This guy is on his cell phone

and can't drive.

Sorry.

Hey... are you ok?

Yeah. I'm ok.

How are you?

Hey, um, you want to meet up

for dinner tonight and maybe just...

clear the air about everything?

Yeah. I think we should.

How does 8pm at Cascade sound?

All right. Sounds good.

Great. I'll meet you there.

Oh...

You didn't think I'd forget... did you?

Wow, they're beautiful.

Thank you.

So what are the big plans for tonight?

Well, that was um, Hallie.

She wants to uh, get together and

so we can talk about everything.

I think she forgot it was

my birthday though.

I mean which is understandable

under the circumstances.

What about the other girls?

I guess it slipped their mind.

Jill's all wrapped up in her wedding.

And you know, Becca just got

that huge movie, so...

it's ok.

Happy birthday, Dale.

Hi. I have a reservation under um

Squire or Hallie.

Thanks.

Surprise!

You didn't think we were gonna forget

did you?

I kind of did.

Happy birthday!

All right, guys. Let's dance!

Whoo!

Make a wish, but don't tell anyone

or it won't come true.

Ok.

What could I possibly wish for?

Ok.

Whoo!

Happy birthday.

Thanks, you guys.

You're drunk, Jill.

You never cared before when I was drunk.

And it's Dale's birthday

for Christ's sakes.

All right, you have got

to lower your voice now.

Because now you're making a scene.

You bet your last, Drew.

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