The Ranch Page #2

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those moron losers!

Excuse me.

So why did you stop? You were good.

'Cause daddy goes round town...

telling everybody

I'm some piece of garbage.

Job ends and suddenly I can't get arrested...

except on Hollywood Boulevard,

but that's another story.

Anyhow, those charges didn't stick.

I'm sorry that happened to you.

Yeah, well.

Look, here's what.

End of every show...

we'd all come out and the audience

would give us a standing ovation.

It didn't matter, every single week,

standing "O."

And when I'm with a john

and I do my sex thing, I watch him.

I watch him get happy.

His thing is standing straight up

because of me.

So. You got room for me?

-You want this?

-You don't?

I'm lucky to be getting away

with flight attendant.

I don't think he'll buy lion tamer

on top of that.

You going to tell him ever?

Why would l?

It's who you are.

It's who I was.

You must have some on-off switch

somewhere that I never saw.

Where's it, on your butt?

No, wait, I've seen your butt.

Yeah, and so has half the population

of Nevada.

And I don't think my fiance

needs to know that.

But aren't you gonna wonder

how he would feel if he knew?

Yeah, I'm going to wonder.

You know what else I'm going to do?

I'm gonna keep my big mouth shut.

The past is the past, Tay...

and this is my future.

Okay...

but if I fall in love again someday,

God forbid...

and the guy gives me attitude

'cause this is how I make my living...

forget that. That's a deal breaker.

I better get in on this lineup.

You are going to make a beautiful bride.

Come back and visit us once in a while,

will you?

Probably not.

You know where the plates are?

That one on the right.

Thanks.

So Mary let you stay?

Yeah.

I'm Velvet.

Good for you.

So what do you think of this place?

Everybody else seems nice.

Bunch of jerks.

What? I'm not here to make friends.

I'm here to make money.

Figure another year or two,

I got enough cash, I'm out of here.

What are you gonna do?

Get out of this rat's nest of a city.

Get a house somewhere.

A house-house, not a whorehouse.

Get a foster kid, maybe. Two more years.

Three, at the most.

You do pretty good then?

I do something great.

Oh, and by the way, cupcake...

you want to keep yourself away

from my regulars, you got it?

Don't you worry.

Anything that goes into you,

I don't want going into me.

Then we'll get along just fine.

-You're here!

-I know.

Finally. I can't believe it.

I know. I missed you so much.

So you still want to marry me,

or have you gotten over that silly idea?

You bet.

Let's go get my bags.

Wait. Isn't there anybody you need

to say goodbye to?

Any of the crew? The other stewardesses?

No, all I want to do is get to the hotel and....

That could work.

What you got there?

That's what you read for fun?

I got to ask you.

Who do I talk to about clean sheets?

Franny takes care of all the laundry.

But don't let the guys under the sheets

or you'll be changing them all day.

Use one of those towels in your closet,

trick towels.

That was your first john just now, wasn't it?

How'd that go?

Guy tells me he wants to do it like a dog.

I figure he means doggy style.

He breaks out a collar, a leash,

I end up scratching him behind the ears...

and rubbing him on his belly

till he goes off.

-What the hell is that?

-Wait till you get a full-out costume.

God, that fur will itch. It drives you crazy.

You know, in LA...

you get in the back of a dude's car,

you get him off, that's pretty much that.

Taylor, there's a customer asking for you.

He said Bicycle Jimmy sent him.

Thanks. Later.

Man, another crummy day in the desert.

You need sunscreen.

Here, let me do it.

You're not going to try and cop a feel,

are you?

How's that?

I'm sorry my mother made such a big deal

about you staying at the house.

She's old-fashioned, is all.

She doesn't believe in sex before marriage.

I don't even think she believes in sex

during marriage.

Want me to tell her what she's missing?

-Wait a sec.

-We have time.

My sister's flight doesn't get in

for another hour.

Probably be late, anyway.

What's wrong?

There's...

something we have to talk about.

Oh, God.

What? It's not bad.

I mean, it's bad, but it's not....

Nobody's dead or anything.

I got laid off.

-When?

-About two weeks ago.

The whole midsize line,

they're not making them anymore.

Sedans and station wagons. Just like that.

-Losers.

-Oh, honey.

Every time we talked on the phone,

I wanted to tell you.

I hated lying when you'd ask me

how work was.

But I thought it'd be better in person.

-Are you peeved?

-No.

It's not your fault.

Anyway, I was thinking,

till I find something...

maybe you can transfer out here.

I don't think I could transfer that easy.

Because things like that

take a lot of time to come through.

Shoot.

Could you get your old route back?

While I'm looking?

I don't know.

-I'm sorry to dump this on you.

-No, it's fine.

I'm gonna go take a shower.

You're not feeling like

this changes everything, are you, hon?

No.

So, the owner of this place?

He's some kind of slick, rich,

White pimp wannabe?

What'd I say?

The owner is my uncle.

-Sorry.

-Don't worry about it.

But for the record, no, he isn't one of those.

His uncle is named David.

That's why he's the Other David.

The boss is okay.

You got to keep booking

or you're out, that's for sure.

But they take pretty good care of us.

Other David takes

especially good care of us.

Hint, hint.

Seven in the side pocket, baby.

It's sure shot.

There's no way those guys are partying.

But you know, when they're humping

their pillows tonight...

they'll be picturing you and me.

Am I right, Austin?

Guess so.

Hey, Austin, this is Velvet. She's new.

Maybe you'll try her out soon.

How's it hanging?

Good. It's good.

He comes in every day,

nurses one beer for hours...

then once every two weeks,

on payday, he parties.

You can tell it's payday

when his hair's clean.

Good to know.

Excuse me.

Mary, are you kidding me?

I'm in the middle of something here.

Your daughter's on the phone.

She's crying. Says it's urgent.

Something about her dad

won't let her go to a party.

Shoot.

-Give me 30 seconds.

-Okay.

Where do you go to school?

Colorado State. Same as my sister did.

She's the brains in our family.

Your mother won't let me

help her do anything.

You know, I was thinking about you

the other afternoon.

I was watching one of those health channels

on the cable...

and they did a whole show about jet lag.

You ever have any trouble with that,

all that flying around?

It bothered me at first, yeah.

But you get used to it.

You must meet so many interesting

people with a job like that.

I did, yeah.

Athletes. Actors. A couple of politicians.

-Look what we got.

-Here, let me get that.

There's tuna salad, egg salad,

and some turkey.

Guy I work with,

his daughter is a stewardess.

Manny's kid.

I remember her. Tall, long black hair.

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