Chanice

How’s that pie?

Buck

It’s not bad!

Chanice

You gonna be at work in the morning?

Buck

I don’t see how I can avoid it.

Chanice

You don’t seem very happy about it.

Buck

All right, if you gotta know, I’m really not that excited about going to work for my girlfriend. There, I said it. It’s out of the way.

Chanice

Okay, Buck, I love you, I can’t help myself, I wanna get married, I wanna have a family, I wanna do it with you! Well, you know, the clock is ticking away here. I would just like to hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet before I die.

Buck

I’ll get ya a mouse and a piece of sheet metal. [chuckles]

Buck

Come on. Lighten up, will ya?

Chanice

Don’t push my button. I’m not gonna get into this.

Buck

I’m not pushing your buttons. I know me. I know what I like. All right? I like my friends. I like my freedom. I like knowing I can throw my sticks in the truck of my car and go golfing any time I want. I don’t hurt anybody, I don’t see what the problem is.

Chanice

That is the best formula for loneliness I ever heard.

Buck

Why are we arguing?

Chanice

We’re talking.

Buck

I said I’d be at working in the morning, I’ll be there.

Chanice

Okay. [pauses] I…I just gotta get this out. I mean I know I’m like harping on something here, but, you know, just let me say it, I’m working on history, I’m working on the past, you’re gonna show up for work, you swear to God? In the A.M.? Promise?

Buck

Chanice, I’ll be honest with you; if I could think of an excuse that you would buy, I’d use it.