:53:00
-Hi, name's Bob Tenor.
-Yeah, I know who you are.
:53:04
-You're HoldthePickle@hotmail.com.
-I came up with that.
:53:09
-It's a double-entendre.
-I'm sorry, Bob.
:53:11
He hacked into my computer at work
and read my mail.
:53:14
Don't be pissed there,
lover boy, okay?
:53:17
I think I had a right
to check up on my girl.
:53:19
-I am not your girl!
-Not my girlfriend, huh?
:53:23
Then what was that about
up at Mulholland when you sucked--
:53:27
Hey, hey, hey!
I think we've heard enough, okay?
:53:30
Bob, let him finish.
:53:32
When you sucked down a six-pack
with me and said you cared for me.
:53:36
-You--
-I said I cared for you as a co-worker.
:53:40
You have good business sense.
That's all.
:53:45
Hey, Wes, why don't you go drown
your sorrows somewhere else, okay?
:53:50
I have a better idea.
:53:51
You and me, why don't we step outside?
Let's go. Come on.
:53:55
No, no, no, you stay out of this.
This is between him and me.
:53:59
Come on, burger boy, stand up.
What the hell's wrong with you two?
:54:03
-You can't fight fair?
-No, Bob, do not fight him.
:54:07
He's a black belt.
:54:12
Just like I thought.
You're a pussy.
:54:28
Let's not let that--
:54:32
--ruin our night.
:54:34
-Come on, let's dance.
-Oh, no, I'm a terrible dancer. I--
:54:38
Come on.
:54:40
Walt, should you be dancing
on a sprained ankle?
:54:44
Gonna take more than a sprain
to keep me off this dance floor.
:54:52
You were right
about your brother Walt.
:54:55
He really doesn't give you
much rope, does he?
:54:58
She's not talking to you.