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Ew.

Mmm.

I'm just trying to pay

this really high water bill right now, so...

Sorry. We didn't want to disturb you.

That's why we invented the...

Spoooooon. Spoooooon.

It's okay.

Come in, take whatever you want.

Oh. Sorry.

Okay, take some popcorn.

Hey, where are my ribs?

* Ribs, ribs, ribs, ribs, ribs, ribs *

* Ribs, ribs, ribs, ribs...

Those were your ribs?

I'm sorry.

They were only boiled.

I hadn't even barbecued them yet.

Oh, well, I dipped 'em in some maple syrup.

And they were fantastic.

Oh, I'm sensing

from the look on your face

that those were important ribs.

It's cool. I was just gonna bring a couple to work

so the head chef of the restaurant

could taste my recipe.

And the rest were for when

the guys come over to watch the game.

You ate all those ribs by yourself?

Well, my cravings have gotten out of control lately.

I only ate a couple ribs,

and then the baby was, like, "Eat them all."

That's cool. It's not cool with me.

As soon as that baby's born,

it owes me a rack of ribs.

Okay, a little higher, 'cause you're freaking me out.

It's so peaceful here.

No giant utensils.

No 22-year-olds taking 45-minute showers,

running up my water bill.

No dares, contests, challenges related to the tushy.

Just calm, peaceful me time.

(tearing) (gasps)

(sighs)

Still more relaxed than I am at home.

(tearing) (gasps)

This thing was way cheap on Craig's List.

This is a used toilet?

I mean this thing is low-flow, super-green.

Every time you flush it,

a spotted owl sings "We Are the Champions."

Yeah, whatever, man. Now shut up and open the door.

Oh, no.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Hey, I'm sorry to bother you, but

I locked myself out of the apartment, and I need

to get my chef's coat, and I'm already late.

I'm in the middle of something.

(tears) (shrieks)

Can you please bring me the key?

I'll meet you downstairs. I...

I just don't want to get fired.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Bye. (clears throat)

I got to go.

You can't leave now.

I only did one side.

Well, at least it's my good side.

She's on her way.

Oh, here you go.

I'm done with this section.

So, you left halfway

through your waxing, and now it looks like a seven?

Or, from my point of view, an L.

And the really great part is,

is I can't get another appointment until next week.

Oh, well, no one's gonna see it anyway.

I finally had time to myself,

and it got ruined by my live-in man-child.

Ugh!

He was so cute when he first moved in.

Now he's just an annoying roommate

who happened to give me the gift of life.

I'm so happy.

Hey, gorgeous.

Honeymoon over?

No, everything's fine.

I'm happy. See?

I'm smiling.

Hey, you know when we were going out

I used to talk about getting a place in Napa?

Well, I have finally decided to do it.

Oh, goody. I've narrowed it down to two places.

Both of them have small vineyards,

so the question is...

red or white?

Just do what I do with skirts.

Just buy 'em both and return the one

that makes your ass look big.

JAMES: Yes.

I know, rich guy asking for advice on buying a vineyard.

Easy target.

But you know why I can laugh with you?

Because at the end of this, I'm going to own a vineyard.

Oh, remember the days when my biggest problem was listening

to my successful, gorgeous boyfriend prattle on

about things no one relates to?

I was jealous of you then.

Now, not so much.

(unzips pants)

(Billie and Zack gasp)

What? Oh! Oh!

What? Turn the light off! Okay, okay.

Get out! Okay. All right.

* I can't be anything without you. *

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What the hell was that about?! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

I thought you were asleep in your bed.

The pillows were arranged in a very Billie-like way,

and I thought they were breathing.

I swear the pillows were breathing!

Why were you even in my bathroom to begin with?

Mine's not working.

It's in transition.

Holy crap.

I wanted to install

a low-flow toilet because of the water bill.

Did I know you were doing this?

No, because I wanted to surprise you,

so surprise.

Why isn't the toilet where the hole is?

I don't want to get into complicated plumbing terms

right now, but it turns out,

I do not know how to install a toilet.

Well... Well...

This is just it, I mean...

There are boundaries,

and not peeing on me is one of them, I think.

You know, when I lived with Davis,

it wasn't such an uptight atmosphere.

I'm not uptight.

You peed on me!

I would just like to point out

that when you ate my ribs, I was cool about it.

And you were all, "Oh, those were your ribs?"

Give me a break.

Who do you think put them in there, the Rib Fairy?

If those ribs are so frickin' important,

why don't you put a Post-it on it?

Say, "Important Ribs, do not eat!"

Because I don't know where you keep the Post-its! Oh!

Ta-da! Oh, look.

Hey! Wow! Ooh! There are pink ones, yellow ones,

and, oh, this one's shaped like a pumpkin for Halloween.

And there's your extra key!

Oh, look what I found,

a fugitive rib; it escaped.

The luckiest rib in the world.

What I was trying to say before you had

your sarcasm party is if this happened with Davis,

my not-make-a-big-deal out-of-everything friend,

we would laugh.

We would towel off first--

we're not animals-- but then we would laugh.

It would be a funny story for years to come!

Oh, I can laugh!

(laughing)

Good times, bro! Yeah, okay.

(laughing)

(knocking)

What?!

I still really have to pee.

Use your floor hole!

(laughs): You peed on her.

Like I was putting out a fire.

(continues laughing)

Then we got in this big fight.

Oh, my, and I said some things, my friends.

Things I regret... but which were also kind of funny.

But she deserved it. She knew those were my ribs

and she ate them anyway.

She ate our ribs?!

And this is how I find out?

Oh, it is on.

Yeah! What could we do?

How could we get her back?

What of hers can we eat?

Does she have a cat or something like a cat?

The crazy thing is, it all started with me

just trying to help her out.

Instead, I just pissed her off.

I don't know, man. Maybe you made her so mad,

she's going to cut you out of her life.

She wouldn't do that.

It could happen, man.

Then, you know, your baby grows up and you don't know her.

And then one night, you randomly hook up with her in Vegas.

Then you put it together the next morning.

You're like "Ew! I just made out with my hot baby!" Aah!

Yeah. It's like Oedipus Rex all over again.

You know what? I need to go back

and smooth things over, fix the toilet, and by the time

the game starts, it'll be like nothing ever happened.

(laughing): You peed on her.

Ladies. Oh. So what's the latest with the vineyard?

Well, I went with white wine because it hit me:

I enjoy fish and chicken.

Then it turns out that the vineyard is infested

with these bugs that spread Pierce's Disease.

That's like herpes for grapes.

Are none of God's creatures spared?

But I don't mean to bore you with my little problems.

I miss your problems.

And I miss you helping me solve them.

Life was so much simpler with James.

We only saw each other on the weekends,

from many different angles.

And if something he did annoyed me,

Sunday night would come so fast, I'd be like, "Ah, forget it."

I would just push my problems down underneath my other stuff.

You know, deep inside, all healthy-like.

You're just feeling nostalgic about him

because you had a fight with Zack.

And I don't see why you're so upset about it.

That's normal in a relationship.

There is nothing normal about what I'm in.

Did you tell her about my half-a-wax?

I don't talk to her unless you're here.

Just tell us what happened with Zack.

Zack peed on me.

Is that a metaphor, like "he peed on your dreams"?

Nope, he actually peed on me.

Well, that needs to be consensual.

How did that even happen?

He was trying to install this low-flow toilet he bought,

because he takes such long showers,

and our water bill is big.

So he was being thoughtful?

Not the way I'm saying it.

Okay, okay. I think I see what's going on here.

Fantastic.

You're totally and utterly wrong.

Now we're on to something.

I mean, most of the times when Nick and I fight,

things look to me like they're Nick's fault.

But then it turns out, I was the one

who started the grease fire and left for Pilates.

Who wants makeup ribs? Ooh.

Oh!

I heard "makeup" and I was like "not me."

Then I heard "ribs" and I was like "me!"

Is that potato salad?

Half a gallon.

Can you have my baby next?

That was really cool of you.

Look, our living situation's

going to take some getting used to, you know?

I mean, there's our age difference.

And you're a guy and I'm a girl.

We have different perspectives.

And, uh, you know, when I thought about

everything that happened, there is a possibility

that you were just being sweet and I was overreacting.

So, I'm sorry.

Me, too. Come on. I want to show you something.

Let's finish this before they get back.

(flushing)

She's a little loud.

But she only uses 1.6 gallons per flush.

I don't know how that compares,

but a guy's never gotten me a toilet before.

Thank you.

(flushing)

It has to cycle once or twice, but in the end,

saves a lot of money.

(flushing) Look at her go!

Guy who sold it to me said it could suck down a squirrel.

Great.

Potato salad works on pizza.

Of course it does.

Hey, we're going to watch the game if you want to join us.

Sounds like a wonderful idea.

So, what's the score?

Seven-seven.

(stifled chuckle)

Dudes.

(chuckling)

What, did I miss something funny?

Nope, just a funny score. (chortling)

What's so funny about seven?

(both laughing)

Seven?

You saw and you told them?

That your putting green looks like a seven!

(both laughing)

Dude, was that not public knowledge?

You saw that and you told your buddies about it?!

Did you know that the reason I have a seven down there

in the first place is because you don't know how a key works?

If that's what caused your seven

then I don't know how a key works, either.

You know, I thought you and I were becoming friends.

I mean, Davis and Ryan don't care if I say stuff about them.

Like Davis has an unusually long uvula

or Ryan sleeps with a body pillow.

Dude!

I like to cuddle.

You know what? I take it back.

I take back what I said before. I wasn't overreacting.

This is humiliating.

Yeah, but this is how me and my friends are with each other.

How awful for you! Well, if you don't

like it, then we'll just leave.

Maybe you should.

Fine. Come on, guys. Let's get out of here.

I said, "Come on, guys. Let's get out of here."

Don't forget the potato salad.

Yeah.

Don't you dare take that bowl.

Thank you for a lovely evening.

(sloshes)

Hey, rich guy.

How's the vineyard coming?

Oh, I sold it to the guy that runs the Sacramento Ledger.

Sucker.

You know, I realized something.

You and I never fought when we were together.

No, we didn't.

Well, except for that last really big one.

My God, don't remind me.

(whiny): I want to get married.

Wah, wah, wah.

Do you think it was a mistake, though, that we never fought?

'Cause a lot of people say it promotes intimacy.

I try not to fight.

I've got

two simple rules that I live by:

keep all my blood inside my body

and have as many orgasms as possible.

And anyone who's doing anything else is doing it wrong.

'Cause at the end of the day,

we're really all alone.

You got to look out for number one.

I don't think I heard this speech when we were together.

There's a reason for that.

I don't want to bust your

theory, but, you know, there's a lot of people

who don't want to be alone.

It's just that...

being with someone else takes a lot of work, you know?

Clearly, I don't.

But for the record,

I'm rooting for you.

So, back to the van. Yeah.

She only gets three miles per gallon,

but she's not pregnant and she's not a pain in my ass.

Dude, when you stormed out of her place earlier,

why didn't you just move back in with me?

I don't know. I didn't really think about it.

Man! We used to spend, like, 24 hours a day together.

Now, it's, like, 12 tops.

Dude, I'm freaking out.

You have no idea.

And it's-it's not just the baby.

I mean, I've never lived with a woman before.

I'm flipping out.

I'm sorry, dude.

I don't mean to pile on. Listen...

no matter how much I ignore you, or abuse you,

or make fun of you to your face...

you're my best friend.

Best friends are like Supreme Court appointments.

You can't lose that job until you retire or die.

Sweet, man.

A job you cannot get fired from.

That is tailor-made for moi.

Uh, well, you know what?

If it doesn't work out with these new people,

you've always got a warm bed at Chez Davis.

Thanks, man.

That means a lot.

So can I stay at your place tonight?

No.

You know, Ryan's brothers are in town.

I don't even think I'm staying at my place tonight.

Mmm.

Crap.

Where am I staying tonight?

* Ribs, ribs, ribs, ribs, ribs... *

Oh, my God!

You just kicked!

(gasps)

You did it again!

You like ribs.

Or you hate ribs.

The baby's first opinion.

Zack, it's me!

(mutters)

The most incredible thing happened!

You used the new toilet?

The baby kicked.

Wait, what?

Give me your hand.

Don't feel anything.

Wait, wait.

I have to be eating a rib, I think.

Ooh!

He loves ribs!

Or hates them.

We don't know.

Wow, that's the most amazing thing.

And I almost missed it.

Look, I'm-I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have told the guys about your...

seven.

It was just really funny.

Yeah.

You know, from my point of view, it looks like an "L."

(both laugh)

Look, you know, I just want to be a help.

And if I'm not, then what am I doing?

You are getting me through this.

And I realize

it doesn't look like I'm having fun,

but I'm having fun.

I got to say you're sexy when you get mad.

This vein pops out on your forehead

and your arms shake and your boobs kinda get into it.

Wait. You're staring at my boobs even when I'm mad?

I'm a guy.

Doing it right now.

Okay.

So, um...

friends?

Friends.

Let's go home.

Yes, go home.

*

Okay, feet up.

Let's check under the hood

and make sure everything's still like the pictures

in the books I studied in med school.

Oh, my God.

What? Is everything okay?

Uh, yeah. You know you got a seven down here?

I forgot, I had this waxing appointment and then...

Hey, no need to explain.

You're talking to a doctor, okay?

I've seen thousands of patients. I'm a professional.

(laughs)

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