The 40-Year-Old Virgin Page #4
[all laughing]
What a good guy. What a...
Dan, the guy
Robin's marrying...
is such a good guy.
He sounds like a good guy.
I hated him for like two years
'cause he cheated on me.
But...
He's a really good guy now.
Your friends seem nice.
You have really kind eyes,
you know that?
Thanks. Your hat
has sequins.
Mmm.
Mmm.
[both tittering]
Your hands are on my belt.
What?
Your hands are on my belt.
I'm sorry.
It's good.
You're cute.
This is kind of lame.
You wanna get out of here?
Okay, yeah.
Yeah.
F***.
Come on.
Okay.
You wanna drive?
I don't have a car
with me here, so...
Cars just suck.
[grunting]
I'm driving.
Are you drunk?
No, I didn't have anything
to drink.
Blow into this?
Okay.
[beeping]
What is this?
The judge recommended
I get one.
[engine starting]
[Get Ur Freak On playing
on car stereo]
Whoa, okay. Wow.
That's fast.
Okay.
Come on, you're in the lasso.
[giggling]
Missy be puttin' it down
I'm the hottest round
I told y'all
mother-uh
Y'all can't
stop me now
Listen to me now
I'm lastin' 20 rounds
And if you want me, people
Then come on
get me now
And Dan's like,
"You're such a B-l-T-C-H,
b*tch!"
[tires screeching]
And I'm like,
"You're the b*tch, b*tch."
You know?
Yeah.
What was your name again?
Andy.
Andy.
Let me tell you
something, Andy.
Don't ever be named Dan.
Dan rhymes with man,
and men jerk off.
And he was a jerk-off.
Do you know what I mean?
Look out! The car!
Wow.
I like you.
You're not a...
Ugh.
I think I ate some
bad shellfish sandwich
or something.
You're cute.
No.
That tasted good.
That tasted like shellfish.
Look out! Sorry.
Watch it!
[exclaiming]
Do you think I'm pretty?
Oh, yes.
Oh, God, yes!
You're not looking at me.
Yes, you're pretty.
You're not looking at me.
Yes, you're pretty.
Do you think I'm pretty?
Look at me.
Look at me!
I'm looking! You're pretty!
God, I just wanna live!
God, I hope
I get my period soon.
I am in a bad mood.
Okay.
I'm so tired.
Hey, whoa!
[glass shattering]
Oh, God! Turn away!
Hey, get off the wheel.
You're not gonna
get in my pants
acting like that.
I'm starving.
Let's get some
f***ing French toast.
[tires screeching]
Okay, here we are.
Oh, God, we made it.
Home sweet home.
Oh, mommy!
[screeching]
[panting]
Are you okay?
The f***er came
out of nowhere.
Okay. We're okay.
[laughing]
[crying]
Are you okay?
Well, are you...
What's the matter?
[gasps]
I'm sorry.
That's okay.
I think I kind of
had that coming.
I'll still have sex with you
if you want.
You know what, I think
I'm gonna pass on the sex,
if you don't mind.
At least I don't have
to work out tomorrow.
Did you have
a daiquiri tonight?
Yeah.
I thought you might.
It was a very bad night.
[all laughing]
Yeah, laugh.
You know what,
you guys wouldn't be
laughing right now...
if some girl had just
vomited shellfish sandwich
into your mouth.
[grunts]
You know what, you're right,
it's my bad.
Let me apologize to you
first of all...
for not mentioning in detail
that when you pick up
a drunk woman...
who's falling down
on her way out of the bar...
that you should
probably drive.
I drive a bike.
Okay,
Mr. Schwinn-f***ing-Armstrong,
who asked you to drive a bike?
You know what,
I'm not the only person
in the world...
who rides a bike.
when they're f***ing six.
Why don't you kiss something?
Because this is over,
you guys, okay?
Can I just interject
for a second?
[stuttering]
Let me just say...
you're putting the p*ssy up
on this pedestal.
You're just building
the p*ssy up, man.
What are you even
talking about?
"Building the p*ssy up,"
what does that mean?
You making the p*ssy into
named Pussalia...
and what you're doing is...
you're psyching yourself
into thinking
it's some impossible feat.
Yeah, I think
you're right.
I'm putting the p*ssy up
on a pedestal.
Right.
That's it.
It's "Pussalia," right?
Look where you going.
I don't wanna say
the word anymore.
Say what word?
"P*ssy." I don't wanna say it.
F*** it.
"P*ssy" is a scientific word.
Dude! New pants, man.
You know what, Dave?
You know, you said
there wasn't gonna be
any pressure at all.
(David)
I'm not pressuring you.
Excuse me.
Can one of you guys
help me, please?
No hablo English, lady.
I actually am helping
Okay, well...
I'm on break.
But our stock supervisor
is very knowledgeable.
He can answer
all of your questions
and he'd love to help you.
Thank you.
Have a nice day.
You, too.
Great, okay. Hi, I'm Trish.
Hi, Andy is my name.
You don't wanna buy that VCR.
I don't?
No, actually to be
totally honest with you...
you don't wanna buy
any VCR.
It's a dead technology.
It's like getting
an eight-track player.
Yeah.
Or a Betamax.
You know what, actually
I'd recommend this one.
This is a dual.
You've got the VCR
and DVD combo.
So, you know,
that technology would be
probably pretty good for...
Six months or so?
Yeah.
That's good.
At best. Sorry.
No.
As good as it gets.
Okay, that sounds good,
then.
Okay, all right.
[Cal speaking Spanish]
It's perfect.
Sorry.
Coming through.
Okay.
God, you know,
it's so funny, I work
right across the street...
and I've never been
in this place.
Really? Where at?
Yeah.
The
"We Sell Your Stuff On eBay"
store.
Yes.
And that's the name?
Yeah, I was
looking for something...
you know, obvious.
So I chose that.
I don't understand.
So, what, you do what?
Well, I take the stuff
that you don't want...
and then I "sell" it
on eBay.
But you don't actually
sell anything in the store?
No. I don't.
So why do you have a store?
I don't know.
No, I think it's because,
you know, I wanna maybe
look professional...
and not like a crazy person
who's just gonna
steal all your sh*t.
Sure. I didn't
mean anything by that.
No, it's okay.
You know what,
you should come by sometime
if you want, you know...
see it for yourself,
check it out.
I'll check out
your empty store.
Yeah, it's the one
across the street
that's not empty.
Here's my number. So...
All right.
So, just anytime.
Why do I need your number
if you're across the street,
though?
I don't really have
a good answer for that, Andy.
I just...
Sorry.
Just giving it to you.
So I'll write you up,
and I'll meet you over
at the register.
Okay.
And check you out...
Check out.
Okay, see you over there.
Okay.
Okay.
Awful chatty.
Hey...
Look, I think she gave me
her number.
She wrote down her number,
but I think she gave me
her number.
No, she gave you.
Dude, man.
See, you still mad at me?
No, I was never.
Right, you see what I mean?
Yeah, we gonna
celebrate it, man. Yeah.
This is pretty cool.
Yeah.
Unbelievable.
Come on,
give him some credit, man.
The man pulled a number.
It's just... I was in...
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