The Last Time Page #6
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- Year:
- 2006
- 96 min
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Ted?
He's kidding.
We've got like 20 companies lined up | to do business with us.
He does that thing...
You know, why don't you just go | and sell blue-haired old soap bags
to ladies, old ladies with gray hair | who piss their pants.
- I'm gone. | - Yeah, well. Your stomach's making me turn.
He'll be back.
What?
You prick.
You weak, f***ing, Midwestern
bad suit and stupid haircut | motherfucking prick!
Ted.
You know how important | that f***ing guy is to us?
I'm just trying to be like you.
What?
You f***.
Wow, you really are a f***ing loser.
How the f*** did I get stuck with this guy?
F***ing waste of time, these conferences.
But they make great theater, right?
You look familiar.
- You work for me? | - No, I'm over at Bineview.
- Bineview. | - Yeah.
Our illustrious neighbor.
Food.
What do you need here, man? Jaime.
- Hey, Ted. | - Hey.
I'm sorry to bother you | when you're not feeling well.
No, no, no, no, it's good. | Don't worry about it.
Okay.
- Do you want to come in? | - For a drink?
Well, I mean, | I don't really have anybody here.
I don't have anything here, so... | I don't keep any alcohol here.
- No, it's all right. | - Yeah.
- What are you doing? | - I got something for you.
This.
- Why? | - 'Cause you won the bet.
And I don't even think | I'm gonna get one sale at this point.
I can't catch you,
and I even managed to f*** up that | easy one that you handed me last week.
Hey, take this stupid f***ing thing.
Jaime, take this. I don't want it.
Come on, man, this is dumb. Take the thing. | Jaime, I don't want it. I don't want this.
I'll see you later, okay?
- Jaime, come on. | - Hope you feel better. Bye.
You know, you never told me | why you quit teaching.
- That was Jaime out there. | - What?
- He stopped by to give me this. | - Jesus.
- Did he know I was here? | - I don't know.
The guy's out there dying, | and we're in here f***ing all day.
Sh*t.
I can't believe this.
Would you move in here with me?
Just get started with your life right now.
It's not as simple as | just packing a bag, Ted.
I know, but the sooner you do it, | the easier it's gonna be.
Trust me, I know it.
I'm not one of your clients, Ted. | Don't sell me.
Look, I'm gonna tell him soon, I promise.
Yeah, it's okay. I'll make it | easier for both of us. Just go.
- I'm sorry. | - Yeah, I'm sorry, too. Just go.
Come on. Sit down and talk to me.
- Ted. | - Just go.
My future wife, that b*tch, | wants to take some time off.
Remember something, kid. | Marriage is not an accomplishment.
It's a choice. And it's the wrong one.
F*** this place.
Hey, Ted, | you're on your way to Frogers, right?
F*** off.
Hey, Ted, this is important.
Come on, we gotta close this deal! | I'm serious!
I'm just sick and tired | of dealing with this sh*t.
I never even wanted to move to New York.
She's the one that convinced me | to take this job.
Why was I dealing with her? | I don't know what I was thinking.
I've gotta f***ing stand up to this b*tch | or she's gonna walk all over me.
Then she f***ing delays the wedding. | Who the f*** is she to delay the wedding?
Hey, guys. Hold up.
- What do you want? | - Yeah, what do you want?
Nothing, really. | I just wanted to say goodbye.
- They let me go. | - They did?
Yeah, they're slashing people left and right.
I mean, it's happening in every office | from here to Tacoma.
Why don't you try Guardia?
I don't think they hit | their affirmative action quota yet.
Yeah, Poncho.
F*** you. At least I made one sale.
Who's your wife banging to keep your job?
What the f*** was that for?
Sorry.
F*** this, I'm out of here.
What are you f***ing looking at? | Just f*** off.
You want some, too?
Your fish seemed so lonely. I just...
I'm sorry.
I'm gonna ask him to move out tonight.
Is that what you want?
They finally fired that son of a b*tch Jaime.
- Bastard. | - What?
You made it to the final round of interviews.
- Well, I can't baby-sit you forever. | - Congratulations.
We're having our worst quarter ever | and he's getting a promotion?
Capitalism at its finest.
You get to go off to Chicago | while I'm stuck with that son of a b*tch,
who, by the way, | missed his last three appointments.
I know, John. You did everything you could.
The guy cost us Imprint Industries | for Christ's sakes.
I get it. I understand.
Listen, another thing, | don't worry about this quarter,
'cause I got Glyrade | and I've got Parker Plastics
and I've got Lange all coming in, | next 10 days.
All right. Good, good.
Well, looks like he's back on track, huh? | Thank God.
Yeah, when your sales start to get low | like his have, you're forced to be nice.
Yeah? Then why are you still such a prick?
F*** her.
Warned you not to go there.
- She's got a point. | - F*** off.
So, you ready for lunch?
We've got reservations at Mimosa | in about 20 minutes.
Not exactly.
Why? What's the matter?
What's he doing here?
He came over early this morning, crying.
What was I supposed to do, kick him out?
Did you know he'd been fired yesterday?
I know, I know. | You know, I did everything I could.
Well, now he's come to the conclusion | that life has no meaning.
He won't take his anti-depressants. | This is exactly what I was afraid of.
All right. What do you want me to do?
Just, can you get him off my hands | for a little bit, please?
Okay. What about lunch?
I need your help, please.
Okay. All right.
Okay. Let me do this.
- He takes anti-depressants? - Yeah, | he tells everybody they're vitamins.
No wonder he's so happy all the time.
- Hey! | - Hey! Riker!
- What the f*** are you doing here? | - I just...
- Do you mind? | - Sorry.
I heard about the job, | and I just wanted to see how you're doing.
Well, you know.
- Hey, listen, come on. Let's get out of here. | - Why?
- No, come on. Let's get... | - I got food, I can sketch.
- Bring your sketch pad. | - Really?
- I'm starved. I'm buying. | - That's a great idea, man. I'd like that.
Let's go.
No, I'm gonna stay here.
Come on. Come on.
You need to get out of here, | cheer you up or something. Come on.
- What are you so happy about? | - I don't know.
- Just in a good mood, I guess. | - Nobody's f***ing happy, Ted.
Nobody is f***ing happy. | Someone told me that once.
Matter of fact, I'm gonna drive, okay? | Let's get the f*** out of here.
- All right. | - See you later, honey. Be good. Come on.
Okay.
Wow.
- Move it! | - Watch the f***ing road.
Don't you think...
Don't you think that you're taking | this misery thing a little too far?
How dour should I be? | My fiance is seeing someone.
Who, Belisa?
Please, I found a book of matches | in her coat pocket
from some restaurant in Atlantic City.
She's not smart enough | to find AC on her own.
- Wait, you snooped through her things? | - Hell, yeah, I did.
Aren't you the one who said | that I shouldn't trust anybody?
- Yeah, but... | - Especially a woman?
Is that what you said?
Yeah, but I mean, when I said that...
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