Excuse me. Quincy.
Did you ask me my name?
-No.
-You didn't just...?
-Okay, well, my name is Quincy.
-Okay.
-Mary.
-Mary, nice to meet you.
l was actually here because my cousin
sent me to find his girlfriend.
She has long hair.
l never realized how many women...
...in L.A. had long hair.
No other distinguishing characteristics
like a scar or a tattoo...
-...dimples or something?
-Pretty smile.
No, not to my knowledge.
Maybe her description of you is
more detailed than yours of her.
She doesn't know me.
She thinks she's coming
to meet her boyfriend.
-But she's not?
-No, no. My cousin sent me because...
...for some reason, he is terrified
she's gonna break up with him.
Why would he think that?

Because she wants to talk.
He ever think she'd wanna
talk about something else?
You know women
when they just want to talk.
You guys, when y'all wanna talk,
y'all talk. And y'all talking.
-Just talky-talk.
-We're funny like that.
Really.
-What'd he expect you to do about it?
-He wants me to chat her up...
...tell her how great of a guy he is.
-That's really high-school.
-l said the same thing.
And the cold part is l gotta lie.
-He ain't great.
-What do you mean?
He's a misogynist.
He's a player, you know?
And he has a three-month
commitment clause.
-Really?
-Yeah, yeah. No, a firm policy.
-Sounds like a real peach.
-Even within the three months...
...he messes with other girls anyway.
So I'm like, ''What's the deal?''
-Yeah, what is the deal?
-Enough. Want a drink?
Yeah, a bloody mary.
Can l get a double, please?
Mary likes bloody marys. That's cute.
Yeah. So, Quincy,
what is it that you do?
-l am an editor for Spoil magazine.
-Really?