The Break-Up Page #5

Listen, and they're gonna|test boundaries to see|what they can get away with.

I think there's three things|that Gary needs to know.

One, this type of behavior|is not unnoticed.|Two, it's not acceptable.

And three, you know,|you're definitely not gonna|tolerate it. Right?

Yes.

And Brooke, remember,|we're always owning|our actions, right?

And we're always|healthy with it, yes?

Yes.

I don't wanna finish the game.|I got showings, okay?

I gotta buy the cookie spray.|I gotta clean up the dog.

(YOU OUGHTA KNOW PLAYING)

And now I'm really leaving|'cause I don't want|to hear that. Okay?

Thank you for the pool.|Thank you for the snacks.

I'm going to get a cab.|I'll split it with you.

What are you, 12?|Brooke, that is not healthy.

I'm trying to make a point.|And what is that point?

My point's your point.|Your three points.

That it's not unnoticed,|that it was not acceptable,

and that it would definitely|not be tolerated.

Not exactly what I meant.

Unbelievable.

I knew it!|Hey, gang.

Found my shirt on the floor.|Thanks for laying it out.

Gary, are you here|for couples bowling?|Yeah.

Well, don't you think|you and I should discuss|something first?

Like what? How your|47 average is killing us?

Okay. Great. No.

Gary, this is couples bowling.|And since you and I|are no longer a couple,

because you have chosen

not to participate|constructively|in our relationship,

we're now singles.

So, there's not room|for two singles on the team.

Why do you look confused?

I don't have any idea|what's happening.|I've come to play on the team.

Look, Gary, I just don't think|it's a good idea

for you and I to be around|each other any more|than we have to right now.

I completely agree.|Maybe you should go|play some pinball.

No, I think you should leave.|Okay.

Brooke, when a man makes|a commitment to a team,|he honors that commitment.

He doesn't let emotions|or personal issues|get in the way of victory.

And I've made a commitment|to this team.

They don't want you here|either, Gary.|Yeah. Sure, they don't.

They don't.|They're my friends.

But you're not|a strong bowler.|That's not the point.

You know what? Let's just...|Why don't we let them decide?

Gary, don't. No.|Don't involve them, okay?|That's unnecessary.

What's wrong, Castro?|Castro?

Well, Castro doesn't|let people vote as a team.

Okay. Ask them.|Thank you.

Okay, everyone.|Team vote here.

By a show of hands,|just put it up when you|make a decision,

who here agrees with Brooke|and thinks I should leave|the bowling team?

Shocker.

Band of Brothers.|You should rent it sometime.

Good luck, everyone.|Riding Miss Gutter Ball|to the finals.

Hey, Gary.|Yeah.

I'm gonna need|your shirt back.|What?

Well, we're gonna have to|replace you, and you know|we get docked 10 pins

if everyone's not in matching|Pin Shakers uniforms.

My shirt says "Gary" on it.|Granted.

But actually,|we know a guy named Gary.

And he's not as tall as you,|but he's a pretty good bowler.

I'm gonna have to request|that I have my wrist guard|back then.

I'm sorry. That's mine.

Just give me|the goddamn wrist guard,|please. Thank you.

I hope your wrist snaps.

Wow. Okay? You see that?|You know what I mean?

Yeah. That was awesome.

You just had your|ex-boyfriend, who you wish|you were still dating,

voted off the bowling team.

Well, I had to do that|to get him right|where I want him.

Where's that?|Shirtless in the parking lot?

Addie,|you're not getting this.

Gary loves this bowling team.|He's hurt right now.

He's feeling pretty bad.

He's gonna go out there|and he's gonna get drunk.

He's gonna make|a complete fool of himself.

And he will be sitting there|feeling pretty Ionely

and pretty pathetic,|and then it's just|gonna hit him.

What's gonna hit him?

That not only is he|out a girlfriend,

but his life is just|falling apart piece by piece

and maybe that life|was pretty great.

And maybe I was the glue|that was holding it all|together.

And if he wants|that life back,

he's gonna have no choice|but to change.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

How about this, huh?|I feel like|we just found hell.

When did you start|coming to knobby joints|like this?

I might be the greatest|you've ever seen, pal.

I'm conquering new frontiers.|Hello, babe.

Yeah, you've got to put up|with the bad music|and the $15 drinks,

but this place is stacked|with top-shelf, young,|dumb ass.

All you gotta do is just|separate the weaker ones|from the herd.

Come on,|I'll get you into the VIP.

Can I get a couple drinks|from you?|Okay, L.G.

Lupus, I got to be totally...|I got to be honest with you.

I'm not feeling it here.

You're gonna like it in here.|You're gonna love it.

I don't like it out here.|Look, listen to me,|will you, please?

How you doing, Buzz?

While you were|on the inside locked up|for the past two years,

the game has changed.

(WOMEN CHEERING)

Do you remember|when you were an outdoor cat

and you used to have to hunt|and kill for your food?

Well, you've become|an indoor cat.

You've been getting your milk|brought to you

in a silver bowl,|and guess what?

Now, you've been|tossed back outside

and the alley has changed.|For example,|your MTV generation,

your technology,|your text message,|your TiVo. You name it.

People want their|information faster.

People e-mail each other|because they want to|exchange information, Gar.

They don't want to connect,|they want results.

Okay.|You gotta get to|the message quicker.

Now, I want you to watch.|It's real simple. Okay?

How you doing, ladies?

Now, here's what I'd like|to do to you.

First, I'd like to|get you naked.

And then I'm gonna take|some Saran Wrap

and I'm gonna wrap you|up in it, head to toe.

Then I'm gonna|cut out two holes.

One for your mouth,|so you can breathe,|obviously.

And the other one...|A**hole.

It could be a gorgeous|evening for us, babe.

The pink is gorgeous.|Jesus, God.

Come here.|Lupus, listen to me.|I want you to listen to me.

There are our drinks.|You want your drink?

No, I'm fine.|Thank you.|The L.G. thanks you.

Will you listen to me,|please? You're my brother|and I love you very much,

and maybe you do|get laid tonight,|but maybe you get arrested.

Arrested for what, babe?|Being awesome?

Come on, babe, listen.|You want to tell your jokes,|tell your jokes.

But sooner or later|you're gonna get hungry|and you're gonna wanna eat.

And jokes might|make you feel better,|but they don't get you fed.

I'm gonna go take a lap.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR SHUTTING)

What are you doing?|I'm sketching.

And where are you sketching?

In the living room.|No, in my bedroom.

And I didn't say anything|to you, Brooke,

when you so arrogantly|claimed the bed|without asking me,

but you can't just waltz|into my room and turn it|into a damn art fair.

Gary, I've only taken up|a little bit of space, so...

I don't care if you only|took an inch.

There might not be|a door here, but this|is my domain. Okay?

I don't go into your bedroom|and set up a goddamn sawhorse.

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