The Break-Up Page #6

Well, then what the hell|is that pool table|doing in the dining room?

Because that's a common area.|And that's where this belongs.

Not in my room.|Hey, what are you doing?

It belongs in another|common area.|Gary.

People want to come home|and they want to relax|in their room.

Gary, it is 2:
00|in the morning!

Don't you drop my things.|I don't know|what to tell you, kid.

This is how I am|when I'm single.

My hours start to get|pretty strange.

Might be time for you|to think about moving out.

Why would I...|No, I'm not moving anywhere.

Gary, just please|turn the volume down.

Yeah, but I don't tell you|what the hell to do|in your room.

You can doodle. You can dance.

You can bake|a goddamn gingerbread house.

I don't give a sh*t.

But in my room,|I want to relax|and watch my highlights

in complete surround-sound|experience.

What the hell are you doing?|You're not even gonna|watch it!

Don't tell me what I am|or aren't not doing.

Oh, what you are not,|not doing?

Go learn some English.|Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't have a grandfather|on the board of|some fancy college.

Key word being "was."|Did he touch the Filipino|exchange student?

Did he not touch|the exchange student?

I don't know, Brooke.|I wasn't there.|Okay.

No, don't start|with the family stuff.

Like your family's so perfect?|Your brother's a pervert!

Don't talk to me about|the sexual habits|of family members.

What about your sister?

My sister's|been through a lot.|Of dick.

There are some problems, Gary,|but can we please|just leave it...

Problems? She slept with|the entire Arizona Cardinals|offensive line.

That's not problems.|That's she's the problem!

She was on vacation!|She was on vacation.

Don't even get me started,|by the way, on your brother.

If I have to hear|that guy sing|just one more time,

I'd hang myself|with wax dental floss.

Could the guy just|come out of the closet,|please?

Richard is not gay.

Okay, lassie,|I want you to listen to me|and listen good.

I'm not saying|he won't get married.

I'm not saying|he won't even have kids.

But then one day|his wife will come home,

and then she'll find him|with a guy named Majulio,

wearing leather helmets|and clubbing each other|to Yanni's greatest hits.

Yeah. Right. Whatever.|You're an infant.

Yeah, I'm an infant.

Go enjoy your room, Brooke,|'cause I'm gonna enjoy mine!

Okay.|You know what?

I might enjoy|some pay-per-view|options tonight.

It's gonna be a long one,|sweetheart,

and I got nothing to do maana|but sleep in.

(DOOR SLAMMING)

(BOOGIE NIGHTS PLAYING)

(SINGING) Boogie nights|Ain't no doubt|we are here to party

What are you doing?

Boogie nights|Come on now,|got to get it started

Ricky, you and|the Get Along Gang leave

or I'm gonna|throw you out of here|personally, you understand?

Actually, Gary,|this is Brooke's bedroom.

So, technically,|you don't have|jurisdiction here,

but I think it'd be really fun|if you sang with us.

Come on, Gary.|I think you'll like it.

You got 10 seconds|to get out of here

or I'm gonna break|your damn magic whistle.

You understand|what I'm saying to you?

Move this group|out of my house, now!

(EXCLAIMING)

(GRUNTING)

(ALL SINGING)

Gary, you can't take|a pitch pipe|out of a guy's hand

when he's in the middle|of a very funky groove.

You can get hurt|doing something like that.

I'm tapping out,|I'm tapping out!

Here we go. From the bridge.

(SINGING) Party night|Get on down|with the sound of the music

Boogie nights|Do it, do it

What kind of bullshit move|was that?

I'm sorry. What?|What happened?|Oh, don't be coy with me.

You sent that animal over here|to attack me when I was|hung over and weak.

Oh, no. Look, all I know|is The Tone Rangers,

they needed someplace|to rehearse,

so I very clearly|told Richard,|"Stay in my room,"

which you explained to me|was my space to do|with what I want.

Is that how|you want to play it?|'Cause I'll play it like that.

I'll play it like|Lionel Richie.

All night long, lady.|Oh, yeah.

I'll call some guys|from my neck of the woods.

And we're not talking, Brooke,

about a couple of queens|who know a few grapples.

We're talking about Polacks|that don't have|a goddamn future.

Right.|That's right!

We can make sh*t|real uncomfortable|around here,

and that's what|we're gonna do.

Please. Come on.|You know what?

You're just embarrassed|because Richard|kicked your ass.

Richard did not kick my ass.

What Richard did was attack me|when I was half asleep.

Really?|Is that how you see it?

There's a really big gap|between getting|your ass kicked

and having|a dancing, singing sprite|fool you with trickery

and then strike your throat|before you know that|you're even in a fight.

And I wouldn't expect|someone like you|to understand that,

because all you ever do|is make moves from|up in your ivy tower.

Wow. You have officially|gone off the reservation.

I'm an adult.|I talk through sh*t.|He ran out of ideas.

God. Listen, by the way,|there's messages|on the voice mail

regarding game night,|which is obviously|not gonna happen,

so you might want to|call people and tell them|that it's canceled.

Why would I cancel game night?|Well, I mean...

If it's our turn to host game,|I'm gonna host|goddamn game night.

You want to host game night?|I'm fine, Brooke.

I don't have any strangeness|over what happened here today.

Okay.

If there's anyone|that should feel weird|about seeing people,

that's you, Tonya Harding.|Me? I'm gonna honor|my commitments.

Great.|Great.

Fine.|Fine.

Let's do that.|Let's do that.

Let's honor the commitment.

(WATER RUNNING)

Hey, there's no food in there!|BROOKE: So?

Well, people are gonna|be here in an hour.|What are they supposed to eat?

You're a big boy.|Figure it out.

Oh, great.|Well, that's what we got.

We have only tap water|because, you know,|Gary didn't shop.

BROOKE:
And we don't have|any ice either 'cause|he didn't fill the trays.

That's trash. It's your shot.|What is your name again?

Diane.|Diane.

GARY:
Did you call?|JOHNNY O: I called the five.

Well, yeah,|but you didn't call|the second ball,

so that's trash,|so it's your shot.

GARY:
You got to play|by the rules. It's your shot.

Hi.|Hi.

Andrew.|BROOKE:
Oh, hi.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!|Hey, hey, hey!

These two Benedict Arnolds|aren't welcome in my condo.

Who sent an invite to them?|I'm sorry.

These are very loyal friends|and they are always welcome|in my condo.

Oh, really? Why don't we|take it to a vote and see|who has the numbers this time?

GARY:
All right.|Show of hands here.

Who thinks that these two|traitors should leave and|not be a part of game night?

And maybe take their shirts|off when they leave.

Raise your hand.|I know I feel that way.|Who else?

GARY:
Come on, Johnny O,|put your hand up, please.

Come on. Thank you.|You, Miss? New girl.

Who's the girl?|What's her name?|What's her name?

The girl you're with.|What's her name?|Her name's Diane.

Oh, I'm sorry.|You might want to go ahead|and touch some sky.

Thank you. Come on,|Riggleman, please?|What are you doing?

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