Table For Three Page #6
- Good night, roommates.
I'm so sorry that happened.
No, I'm sorry.
I said something to Nerissa
and she must have said
something to Mary
without realizing it was...
whatever it was.
I'll talk to them
tomorrow morning.
Oh, that's it, Farmer Jack.
Oh, sh*t.
Just wait.
- Oh!
- We'll miss the fall!
- Mmm!
- Ahh!
- Ryan? Hey hey, Ryan!
- Ahhh!
Mary, listen to me.
Okay, tonight,
I beg you, while Leslie's here,
could you please not...
- Please...
- Please don't.
- Sounds like... how many syllables?
- Is it bigger than a breadbox?
Please don't have sex
while Leslie is here.
- What?
- Why not?
Because the sound...
the noise that you two make,
it's... it's insane,
both in the volume
and the graphicness.
Scott,
have you been listening to us
have sex?
Shh! No, I haven't been listening.
I can just hear it.
How many times, Scott?
Every.
All right? I turn my music up,
but I can still hear it.
This is creepy.
If we had known
that you were eavesdropping
on our sex...
I know what you're trying to do.
You're trying to break me and Lisa up...
- Leslie!
- Hard name.
- It is.
- It is, yeah.
We are not trying to
break you up, Scotty.
We are just trying to
slow you down.
Like we said we would, pal.
No rushing, remember? Huh?
- That deal is off.
- God damn it, Scott!
No one wants to see it
work out between you and Leslie
more than Ryan and I, but you are
screwing everything up.
What... what am I screwing up?
You asked her to move in with you
after two dates.
- Two!
- Come on, man.
Couldn't scare her away any faster
if you told her you were
a Nazi sympathizer who's into
fondling puppy balls!
- Or a chronic masturbator.
- You know, with a Scott fetish.
- Into she-males!
- Furries!
- Bukaki.
- Tentacle porn.
Ahhh!
Ooh!
It was
for your own good.
This is for my own good.
Ahhh!
- I got you. Just get...
- Eat less cake, b*tch!
How dare you, sir?
- Oh, I got you.
- No, no!
Don't let him go!
Ahh!
I got him!
- Scott!
- Ahh! Bad!
- Oh, sh*t.
- Ha ha!
Oh, God,
this was fun.
Oh, it is never
a dull moment here.
- Let me tell you.
- I'll admit
that this probably looks
kinda bad...
Yeah, but you know,
just playing.
- Tomfoolery.
- Shenanigans.
- Rough-housing.
- Little, uh...
no big biggie.
You know, you want some cake?
No, thanks.
I'm gonna go.
It was great
to see you, Leslie.
- See you soon, roomie.
- Can I drive you home?
That's okay.
I know this looks insane,
but it's like they said, you know?
- Just playing around.
- Mmm! Ahhh!
- You're delicious.
- No, you're delicious.
We're still on for
the wedding next week, right?
- You're like a cupcake!
- I don't know.
Listen, Leslie, this is not me.
Okay? None of this is.
Just please give me one more chance
without anybody else around,
- just me.
- We're still on for the wedding.
I'll see you at the wedding.
You want
to hang out before?
Let's just stick with the wedding.
I mean, you've got this thing
going on with your roommates that
you need to work out.
I know, I will. Promise.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Bye.
Come on! Yeah!
- Harder!
- Get there, get there, get there!
- Oh! Hi!
- Hey!
Great party, isn't it?
Huh? Ha ha!
You two are sick.
I want you out of this apartment.
I want you out of my life!
- Really?
- We love you!
I didn't see them at all
that last week.
I assumed they'd just
gone away for good.
Well, did they?
Does herpes?
No.
What the f***
are you doing here?
Who invited that guy?
Who says "f***" in church?
It's fine.
Try not to worry about it.
Okay.
- Yeah, go.
- I'm...
- Okay. Sorry.
- It's fine.
It's fine, right?
Well, that was
a beautiful service. Ha ha.
Aside from your little outburst,
yeah, it was lovely.
Yeah, I'm sorry about that.
I just couldn't believe they had
the gall to show up here.
- Who?
- Ryan and Mary.
I did the guest list with Nerissa.
Ryan and Mary weren't invited.
Yeah, like that would stop them.
Where the hell did they go anyway?
- Who?
- Ryan and Mary.
Okay, I have to
do photographs.
Just stay here and try to be...
sane-ish.
# I can't wait... #
Aha!
What are you two doing here?
Making out.
What does it look like we're doing?
Weddings make me
so horny.
Of course! Everything makes you horny.
Toaster ovens make you horny.
You were not invited.
That is never gonna stop us from
helping out our good buddy.
Friendship does not wait for
an invitation, mister.
And besides,
we have a contract.
This contract...
is null and void,
same as our friendship.
- Unappreciative a**hole!
- Yeah.
Scott, what are you doing?
Leslie, I didn't bring this gift
but it has my name on it.
Why would that be?
You see, Ryan and Mary
placed this gift
with my name on it
to set me up to
make me look bad.
How does the gift
make you look bad?
See, it's not a gift.
It's a trap. It's probably a box
of tainted pork
or dogshit or angry bees.
- I have to get rid of it.
- Are you completely insane?
- No, I...
- Young man,
any reason you're absconding
with the gift I brought?
I... I'm sorry, but this
isn't your gift.
I assure you, it is.
- Scott?
- Now look, you bizarre human being...
- Okay, Scott, you're making a scene.
- This package contains
- a ridiculously expensive...
- Just give him the gift.
- Give him the gift. Give him the gift!
- It's Leslie Green's date.
- I remember placing it on that table...
- Why's he picking on Dr. Cooper?
- An hour ago!
If you don't believe me,
make a complete ass of yourself
and open it!
Oh, we're way beyond
the complete-ass situation.
- Leslie!
- Oh!
Oh my God.
What the f***?
Oh!
Leslie, come on.
Look, this isn't me, okay?
- The... I'm not usually like this.
- What are you usually like?
Normal, I swear.
This is Ryan and Mary, okay?
- They're trying to keep us apart.
- Why would they want to do that?
Because they need me.
They need a third wheel
to keep sane.
That's why they keep trying
to scare you off,
so they can have me
all to themselves.
And how did you come up
with this incredible theory?
Actually, Ted said it.
You're going to take anything
Ted says seriously?
But it makes sense.
They say they're trying to keep me
from rushing into
anything with you, but...
But we were rushing.
I mean, the fact that we were even
considering moving in together
after a couple of nice dates...
that's rushing.
I mean, I was willing
to consider it
- because I...
- "Was"?
Why are you speaking in
the past tense like that?
Because I don't know you, Scott.
I don't know you at all.
- But it's Ryan and Mary...
- Scott.
Leslie won't return
my phone calls.
I haven't been back
to the apartment.
They're probably up there
waiting to strike again.
- Jackals!
- Well, they did kind of have a point.
- What point?
- About the rushing it with Lisa.
- Leslie!
- Ooh, sorry.
Maybe they really thought
they were doing the right thing.
I mean, sure, they're a little strange,
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