Weather Girl Page #7

A couple more shifts,

princess, huh?

You got a one top out there.

- Wait, no, we're closed.

J.D., juan already

shut down the grill.

- We are open

till I say we're closed.

Okay, and we are still open.

Get your one top.

- La odio.

- Esa, esa no tiene madre.

- Yes, that's exactly

what it is.

[Romantic piano music]

- Hey.

- Hey.

What are you doing here?

- Well, first of all...

- flower for me.

- Yeah, I picked them myself.

- From the vase on the table.

- No idea what you're

talking about.

So listen, you want to go

on a date with me?

- A date with you.

- A date with me.

- Well, you know, I still have

to do my side work and stuff,

And I'm kind of tired.

- Oh, yeah, no.

I'm sorry.

Side work, of course.

Okay, in that case,

Then I'm going to start

with the cheese sticks.

I hear they're

really great here.

And then maybe just

a filet mignon, no onions,

Well-Done.

You know, I really like

to slow cook it, the juice.

And then for dessert,

you know,

I'm gonna hold off on dessert.

See how I feel afterwards.

Probably gonna be a brulee,

but I don't know.

It might be a baked alaska

at this point.

Suzette, wow, I don't know.

We'll figure that out after.

Or you could just

go on a date with me.

- Yeah, let's do that.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- I'll wait here.

- Okay.

[Acoustic guitar music]

- Yeah, but what I love to do

Is imagine

the two of you as kids.

- Oh, yeah?

And how does that work out?

- Well, it's pretty funny

actually,

Because, you know,

you, you're very cute,

But you've got this vicious

mean streak.

- Mean streak?

- Oh, yeah, totally mean.

Yeah, messing with the toys.

You got the--You're still cute.

You got the pigtails.

- What about Walt?

He's the mean one.

- No, Walt I have trouble

imagining as a kid.

- Okay, he was really,

really ugly,

And he had this huge head.

It was like--

He looked like a Walt puppet.

- Well, I mean, he still has

a pretty big head.

You're going to need to show me

pictures of that, though.

- No, no pictures.

- Oh, come on.

You can't tease me

with the big head

And then not give me

any evidence.

You call your mom right now,

And you tell her

to send pictures down.

I need evidence

of big head stat.

- Okay, so, uh...

this is one of those things

where I'm going to say something

And you're going to feel

like an a**hole,

But don't feel like an a**hole,

okay?

- Okay.

No promises.

- My mom's dead.

- I am an a**hole.

- No, you're not.

Well, you know,

it was cancer.

I was 14.

- Listen, I am so sorry.

- No, that's okay.

I've had a lot of time

to get used to it.

It's fine.

- Wait, so your dad

raised you?

- No, no.

My dad was a son of a b*tch.

He didn't raise anybody.

He just sort of sat around

on the couch drinking

And cashing unemployment checks.

No, so Walt and I pretty much

raised ourselves.

- Huh.

- Yeah, weird, huh?

So what, is that the,

"Huh, now I know

why she's so screwed up?

"Deadbeat dad,

dead mother.

It explains why

she's such a nut."

- No.

That's the, "huh, I'm wondering

why my best friend

Never told me

any of this stuff."

- Well, you know, we don't

really talk about it that much.

- Well, just for the record,

You're really not that

screwed up, like, at all.

Sorry.

- Well, maybe you're not seeing

that clearly.

- Maybe.

- You know, I could draw

a picture of the big head.

Probably wouldn't

do it justice, though.

- No, a drawing,

that's good.

Yeah, have that on my desk

by the morning.

- Okay.

[Romantic guitar music]

- I feel it is my duty

To inform you

that it is not raining.

- I did take note of that.

- I thought you might.

You are a professional,

after--

You were a professional.

- No, I still am.

- Sylvia?

- Sh*t.

Hey, guy--

Hey, you guys.

- Hi.

- What are you doing

on this side of town?

- Oh, having dinner.

So who's your friend?

- Byron.

- I know.

- I'm Byron.

- Yes, uh, these are my friends

Emily and Jane.

- Hi, Emily and Jane.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Nice to meet you, Byron.

- Nice to meet you.

- So are you who Sylvia's been

spending all her time with?

- She's practically

fallen off this planet.

- Yeah.

- I've been working a lot.

- Oh, yeah,

how's the restaurant?

- Uh...

it's fine, you know.

It's fine.

- Do you work at the restaurant

too, Byron?

- No, no.

- No, he's a friend of Walt's.

- Walt.

- Walt, my-my brother, Walt.

- Her brother.

- Oh, oh, right, of course.

Sorry. Walt.

- So how old are you, Byron?

- Emily.

- Is that a weird question?

- 25?

- Or, like, 24?

- 23?

- 29.

It's actually--

- Oh.

- Yeah.

- Great, higher than--

- Older than--right.

- We were saying.

- Yeah.

I'm not that young,

I guess.

- We thought you were...

- well, this is kind of

awkward.

- Oh, no, my gosh.

- What?

- No, mm-mm.

- I don't think--

- No, I'm okay.

- Just me, I guess.

- [Sighs]

[Chuckling]

- All right, well,

it was great seeing you.

- Oh, so good.

- It was good.

I'm glad that we

ran into you here of all places.

- So okay, it was great.

W-What are you doing?

- Nothing.

- Okay, well, it certainly

looks like something to me.

- All right.

- Okay, great.

- Okay, we'll see you guys soon.

- Yeah.

- Okay, bye.

- Bye-Bye, Byron.

Oh, God, that sounds silly.

"Bye-bye, Byron."

Oh, it's funny, right?

- Yeah, it does.

Okay, walk away now.

- Oh, yeah, okay.

Bye.

- Bye-Bye.

- Bye.

So those were my friends.

- Yeah, that sucks.

[Thunder crashes]

And it's raining.

- Yeah.

- So, Sylvia,

How's it going?

- I am living the dream, irving.

- Yeah, so we've worked together

for quite a while now.

- Five fun-filled weeks.

- I think it's time we stop

playing these little games.

- What games are we playing,

irving?

- The one where you pretend

you're not into me.

I pretend not to notice

your lust-filled gazes.

- Oh.

- I mean, we're both, you know,

mature, sexual beings.

I say it's time we stop

torturing ourselves

And you know, give into

our animal nature.

- Yeah, I'm on my break,

irving.

- I mean, sure, you're--

You're a little bit older

than anybody else here,

But you know,

I'm cool with that.

I'm down with that.

I mean, you could--

- [Gagging]

- You could probably teach me

some sh*t.

- God, I am on my break.

- [Coughing]

- Okay, here we go.

Come on.

It's okay.

Here we go.

- The guy is choking.

Oh, my God.

- [Splutters]

- There you go.

Oh!

Sorry.

[Applause]

- Here it is.

"Sassy weather girl

saves the day."

- Move it.

- I really hate

that "Sassy" thing.

- Look, you're sassy.

Just accept it.

- So sassy.

- Wait, do I look fat in that?

I think I look fat in that.

- No, you look great.

Look at you.

- Hello, yeah.

Hey, fat girl.

Go back to that part

where she drops him.

That's my favorite.

- Um, what?

At the end?

- Sh*t.

- What?

- I knew it.

You like her.

You like her.

I knew this was going to happen.

- Come on, man, I told you.

I don't like her.

This is a casual thing.

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