You couldn't be more wrong if you called it a Canadian Goose.
I'll give you a Canadian Goose.
[she slaps him, then a moment later, grabs him and kisses him passionately]
You couldn't be more wrong if you called it a Canadian Goose.
I'll give you a Canadian Goose.
[she slaps him, then a moment later, grabs him and kisses him passionately]
Well, hey there, Ace. Glad you could make it, man. We thought you went home.
I fell into a deep, dark crevasse. I was so scared.
So, is Kit short for Katherine?
Yes. Is Ace short for... Ace-a-rooney?
And at least I'm not sponging off my parents so I can afford to get laid on every continent.
Whoa, whoa... I'm a ramblin' man, I'm a tumble weed, I'm a seeker of truth!
I do sleep well at night.
On a twin bed, with Superman sheets that you've had since you were six.
As opposed to you, who sleeps in a King-sized bed in your mother's basement.
It's orthopedic, and I need it.
The point is, my friend, you are afraid of love.
Bullcrap. No, no, no, no, no, man. I'm not afraid of love. I love love. Look, I've had a lot of girlfriends, right? And sometimes I'm the rebound guy. Other times, when I get lucky, I'm the "explore new areas of your sexuality" guy. But every single time, we have fun. Thank you. I have fun, they have fun. It's good for me, it's good for them. And I would argue that it's so good for civilization as a whole.
It's over. She's gotta go.
You're dumping Paula?
What happened?
Same thing that always happens. Everything is going along nice and smooth, we're having a good time, and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, she gets serious. I hate to say it, boys, but it is time to take the girl home.
Dude, did you just drop me from a forty foot cliff? I mean, you want to talk about a friend, man. You went behind my back, and blackmailed your way into getting your girlfriend.
He's right.
I'm sorry I dropped you from a cliff.
It's okay.
Granted, he used you, but not out of malice. Look at him. How many chances is he gonna get? He saw a chance for love, Tripp, and he took it. Which is exactly what we wanted for you.
Am I getting advice from my two loser buddies who still live at home?
Actually, I own my home.
What?
No, you don't.
I bought it a couple of years ago from my Mom. That way, she has a place to live and I don't get nailed on the inheritance tax.
Smart.
Wow.
And Demo, here, has chosen the life of a wanderer. I mean, sure, he technically still lives at home.
Yeah.
But his permanent address is in his heart. He's a bum.
I think what we're trying to say is that the two of us are happy, and we're perfectly functional.
And you, Tripp, are not.