Take Me Home Tonight Page #4

- Hey.

- Hey!

Look, I know everyone's making fun of you.

But I just want to say I really loved

what you did out there tonight.

- Who's making fun of me?

- Your dance was cool. It was like anti-dancing.

It was like a big screw you to all them

conformist a**holes.

I'm glad you liked it.

You didn't give a sh*t about any of

their sh*t, you know.

Did you want to get naked?

Wow, that was fast. For me I get naked

all the time.

Come find me later.

Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?

- I don't wanna say this, but I really feel...

- Then don't!

Don't marry him.

- Oh, christ.

- The two of you...

It's like you don't fit. I don't think

he can make you happy.

Well I already am happy, so your wrong

so leave me alone.

Then why don't you open that envelope

from Cambridge?

- Because I hate rejection.

- Come on. You know you got in!

And you now he doesn't want you to go.

He's already holding you back.

Kyle would support any decision that I

wanted to make as long as I was happy.

Ok then, why didn't you tell him

you applied?

I mean he's gonna be your husband, right?

Aren't you supposed to be honest with him?

Oh you're lecturing me about honesty,

Mister "Goldman Sachs"?

The only reason you're saying all this

stuff is because you're jealous.

- You're jealous that I have a life and you don't!

- You're not gonna have a life.

You're just supporting Kyle's life.

That's why you said yes, right? So it

would all be wrapped up in a little bow.

Wendy, marriage is a big life decision.

Oh, big life decisions? At least I'm making

some a**hole.

You're so scared, you can't

choose anything.

Not a girl, not a job... anything.

And you're just gonna sit there in your little...

...smarty pants fantasy bubble,

dreaming about...

Tori Frederking when you know that she's

unobtainable.

That's not true.

You can't get her and you know it. So

there's really no risk at all, is there?

It's bullshit, Matt and you know it!

I was wrong. You're gonna look great

in an apron.

So you know how I've always been into

fashion.

Well I am in a van to New York.

- Doesn't that so blow your mind?

- Totally.

Let's go to the Drexel party. Why are

we still hanging out with the Sachs?

Some of us weren't offered full time positions.

I have some serious networking to do.

This is so totally not me, ok. I totally

think we can work something out.

Just for tonight.

- Shelly!

- Yeah?

I gotta go.

I totally don't know what I'm talking

about.

Is that your car?

This is the so cherry.

- You make enough money for a car like this?

- Well, yeah...

- Nobody stopped me when I drove it off the lot.

- Matt! Matt! Matt!

This is Barry... the dancer.

So are you guys going to that party in

Beverly Hills?

Uh, yeah, we're thinking about it. You?

- Well yeah!

- Where is that party again?

Well you know what. I know the way so

I should just, ride with you.

- What?

- Oh my god, you slut.

- Oh my god, you slut.

- Look, you gotta ride with her friends.

- Really? Ok.

- Are you smoking now?

When it rains it pours. Am I right,

brother?

Come on, punch it up. Punch. And squeeze real tight.

And then the finger comes up. Bam!

- And then you go like this.

- Hey, get off me.

- Hey, I guess I'm riding with you guys.

- Uh, I don't know.

I have cocaine on me.

- Can I ride in the back with you Barry?

- Yeah.

Well this will be fun. It will be all bankers

at this party, so we will know a ton of people.

Oh, great.

- It's a great night for this, huh?

- Yeah.

So this party is at my boss, Pete Bering's

house.

Unfortunately he's a bit of a perve.

Swear to god the only reason I got offered

a full time position at Drexel...

... is cause he wants to see my b*obs.

- Really?

- Uh huh.

- What about your friends b*obs?

- Well, he's already seen them.

- Really? Wow!

- Uh, huh.

You see that's the problem. Boob power

recedes once revealed.

He hasn't and won't see mine, so I retain

the boob power.

Eye contact, Matt.

You know we always know when you guys

look.

- Not always.

- No, we do, it's true!

- Go ahead, give it a shot. I'll look away.

- Okay.

- Now.

- Wow! That, whoa!

- That was good.

- Pretty good?

- Now.

- Wow, that's crazy.

I don't know. I think maybe you're

just getting lucky.

- Oh really? Try it again, big shot.

- Okay.

- Now.

- Wow, that is a gift!

That's unbelievable. Best of seven?

Holy sh*t, did you see that car?

How are you guys?

- It'll cause the stock to rally.

- But I'm worried about them sustaining these margins.

- The rumors about this Russian oil field.

- It's going to happen because it's got momentum.

But you can't put momentum on a balance sheet.

I mean, their numbers are embarrassing.

That's irrelevant. We'll float some junk and then

they can buy a company with a balance sheet...

...that's not absolute sh*t.

Walter, your not drinking. I warned you

about that. Excuse me.

- Hello Tori.

- Hey Mr. Bering.

Hey, it's Pete. Please. I was really hoping

you'd come. Walk with me. Excuse me.

- I think Beth's here.

- Didn't notice.

Listen Tori. I was hoping to get your opinion on

the actualities of that Baltic Sterling nonsense.

Would you mind coming upstairs. Take a

look at that report. Decode it for me.

It's Pete, right? Pete Bering. Matt

Franklin. Good to see you again.

- I'm sorry, have we met?

- Have we met?

- Matt's over at Goldman Sachs.

- Guilty, as charged.

So, Matt. Who do you work under

over there?

Oh, well... I'm not at liberty to say.

- Why not?

- We pride ourselves on being a discreet firm.

Our policy is don't discuss business.

Really. Matt doesn't seem like a

Goldman Sachs man to me, Tori.

Most of those blowhards can't shut up

about work.

Seriously, Matt, tell me the department,

let me do the math.

I know a lot of people over there.

- What department?

- Yeah Matt. What...do...you...do?

Excuse me.

Do you guys know Yen? I mean...

Say a Yen gets uh transferred from Mr.

Nariyada's bank, in Tokyo...

...on a Monday and it lands in Rome.

So what's .467 32? 149.5 Lira, right?

Wam, Mr. Roma takes that, flips it over to

Mr. Queen Elizabeth...

...so what's 149.5 divided by 22.3?

Six pounds, British Sterling and 78 pence, right?

Wam! He takes it, flips it over to Mr. USA

today before opening bell...

So what's 6.78 divided by 1.68? It's 3.99

big bad dream bags.

And guess who Mr. Yankee Doodle Dandy wires

it to over the international date line...

Mr. Nariyada. How much is that Yen worth

now?

... and I'll do the math. That's a lot

of f***in blow fish.

So that's what I do, Pete.

Currencies, Franklin?

- Yeah Carlos.

- You two in the same division?

Franklin? Matt?

I'm just f***ing with you. Matt's a star man.

It's like having rain man on the floor.

Except you can touch him and sh*t.

In fact, he just got promoted.

That's right. I didn't want to say

anything. Guy above me got fired.

Some girl asked him for a raise and he

asked for a hand job.

I guess he's the one

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