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(door opens, footsteps approach)

Uh! Must be 90 degrees in here!

Turn on your air conditioning.

I wish I could-- it's broken.

(air conditioner hums)

Oh, I guess it's fixed now.

That's so weird.

Okay. You owe me 60 bucks

for Aunt Cindy's birthday present.

60 bucks?

Are you having money problems?

No, just waiting for funds to clear.

Ryan, you know that if you need any help,

all you have to do is ask.

But you do have to ask.

WILFRED: Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!

Come on. Let's just get this over with. How much?

I don't need your money.

Okay, just call me when you get desperate enough.

Assuming your phone isn't broken.

WILFRED: Bitch!

(turns off air conditioner)

(slow, rhythmic squeaking)

(clears throat)

Oh, hello, mate.

I'm going to the mall to get some free AC.

Sounds like a plan.

I'll just finish up here.

Close your eye, Bear.

Ah! That feels so good.

What do you mean, "It wasn't real"?

Oh, what, we're having a little cry now, are we?

Come on, Bear, don't be like that.

You realize what you're doing here is ridiculous, right?

Let's just get out of here

before the waterworks start up again.

I don't know, Ryan.

Sometimes I get the feeling maybe Bear isn't the one.

Maybe you need to spice things up.

Take Bear to a nice restaurant.

- You think? - No!

It's a semen-drenched teddy bear.

I've got bigger things to worry about.

I pretty much burned through my savings.

I might have to get a job.

Hey!

Jobs are for immigrants.

Why didn't you tell me you were short, mate?

What's mine is yours.

Do you forget what we did last night?

It's Monopoly.

It's not real money. How many times

do I have to tell you that?

One more times.

- It's not real money. - Shit!

And I was winning until you punched me,

grabbed the money, tipped over the table and ran.

I keeps it gangster, Ryan.

You knew that about me before we set up the board.

If I don't get a job,

I'm gonna have to ask Kristen for money.

There's no way in hell I'm doing that.

That's just stubborn pride.

She's your sister, mate.

She loves you.

Bleed the bitch dry.

I'm not asking for help.

It's too humiliating.

There must be an easier way.

There is.

(tires squeal, bang) What the hell?!

Now we sue.

I'm so sorry.

My-my dog jumped over my seat...

You are a horrible driver!

Just give me your insurance card.

Uh...

(blows air, sniffs)

(farts, sniffs)

Well, hello there.

Nice box.

"Between insurance policies"?

What the hell does that mean?

Well, I thought maybe we could work something out.

Shut up! Here's what's gonna happen:

my assistant's gonna get an estimate on this,

and you are gonna show up at my office today at exactly...

6:15, and you be there with your checkbook

or I'll call the cops, drag you into court

and sue your nuts off. (shutter clicks)

You are lucky I'm such a nice person.

(engine starts)

Wait, Raffi...

Give us your digits.

Are you on Facebook?

Are you insane?

Thanks to you, I'm gonna have

to pay that woman thousands of dollars.

And thanks to you, I'm going

to town on the deepest throat in the stuffed animal kingdom.

Now that I've met Raffi,

how can I go back to Bear?

I mean, sure, Bear put me though obedience school,

but does that mean I have to be unhappy

for the rest of my life?

If you couldn't see the decline of aluminum futures coming,

you're a goddamn mental midget.

You're done, Michael.

Go upstairs, clean out your desk

and make it fast.

You, crash boy, inside.

You brought your dog-- classy.

Sorry, I'm watching him for a friend.

What?

Oh, I have had him all week.

You know, you'd think you'd want your child for the weekend.

At least your girlfriend will have someone to watch

Thomas the Tank Engine with.

$4,800?

There's no way I can afford this.

Single mom, lonely, vulnerable. (woman conversing)

Perhaps you have something

that's worth more to her than money.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about lovemaking so passionate

she wakes up the next morning with a limp.

Just keep out of this.

You know what, Graham? Forget it.

I'll tell him that you're dead.

(sighs) I'm sorry.

It's just been... it's been one of those weeks.

I've had weeks like that.

Months, actually.

But those things are temporary.

You're an attractive, successful women.

Oh, just write the check and get out. (sobs)

Beth-- like every woman--

is a delicate flower.

She may say she wants your money,

but what she really needs is nurturing, tenderness

and a nasty sex limp.

Thank you.

Did you really mean what you said?

You...

you find me attractive?

Well...

yes, of course.

Oh, bullshit.

You probably think I'm a total bitch.

But believe me, when I'm not in this office,

or in a car accident, I'm actually a very nice person.

So are you.

(both chuckle)

- Ask her out to dinner. - Dinner?

Oh, my God, what a lovely idea.

How about this Saturday night...

...my place.

Um...

Mmm...

Oh!

Oh.

(wolf whistles)

Take it easy.

I'm just going to Beth's for dinner

and to work out a reasonable payment plan.

(refined voice): Nonsense, my dear boy.

As a nobleman once said,

"You can't have dinner

without 'in her,' as in

'get up in her.'"

What is that? That voice? What is that?

What voice... my dear boy?

Cut the crap. You may have shampooed

and parted your hair to the side,

but you're still the same old Wilfred.

All you care about is humping that little kid's giraffe.

(refined voice): Why, Ryan,

what a villain you paint me as.

It's elementary.

Beth gets serviced, the debt gets wiped

and the giraffe gets a proper buggering.

All win.

I'm not gonna put out just to erase a debt.

(normal voice): Nicely done, Ryan.

You make the easy way out sound like a bloody curse.

Okay then, we won't go.

Just call your sister and ask for the money.

Look, there's no shame in admitting you need help.

Swallow your pride, pick up the phone,

and this whole situation disappears.

No, that's not an option.

(refined voice): Then go to her Ryan.

Go to Beth as I shall go to Raffi.

Let us walk together

towards our destinies bravely...

sexually.

Fine, I'll go to dinner,

but only if you stop talking like that.

(normal voice): Deal...

(refined voice): ...my dear boy.

So you-you really didn't have

to go to all this trouble.

Oh, well, I usually order in,

but tonight I wanted to do something special,

so I had my assistant whip up a home-cooked meal.

It's not often I have such charming company. (chuckles)

So, hey, listen, about the money I owe you.

- I was thinking... - Oh, Ryan,

I talk about money all day long.

Please, let's not spoil a beautiful dinner.

I don't know.

I guess since then,

I've devoted my life to chasing dreams,

be they in the forms of cars or other.

I think a life lived with passion is a life well-lived.

But enough about me.

What makes Raffi tick?

Hey, do you mind?!

We're having a conversation here,

you adorable little piece of shit.

You know what I like about you, Ryan?

You're not afraid to go after what you want.

I like an aggressive man.

It makes me feel so small and vulnerable...

(girlish voice): like a wittle bunny.

A bad... wittle bunny.

So, uh, $4,800 divided by 24 months is...

Ryan, Ryan. Hmm?

I told you no more talk about money.

I'm sure we can work something out later...

once Tyler goes to sleep.

And besides,

(girlish voice): wittle Bethie bunny just got a Bwazilian.

(silverware clatters)

Mmm...

What are you doing with this little boy?

What you need is a real man,

a man with hair on his chest...

and his back,

and his ass,

and his neck and his forehead.

A man who can afford the finer things in life.

Tyler, sweetie,

ready for bed?

What? No, no.

You're not tired, are you, buddy?

What do you say we play a game?

Games suck.

Don't be rude. He's very tired.

He'll be asleep any second.

Uh, wait, wait.

Tyler hasn't had his dessert yet.

He doesn't need any dessert. Look at his tits.

Ryan, can I talk to you alone for a minute?

Excuse me just...

(hushed): What are you doing?!

No one gets laid while that kid's awake.

Exactly.

Be right back.

Finally.

I thought that precocious little beaver dam would never break.

I can't do this.

I can't make love to someone I'm not connected to.

This is so humiliating.

More humiliating than asking your sister for help?

Dude, dude.

Check out the look Raffi's giving me.

Girl is a freak.

(gasps)

♪ Tell me what you want from me ♪

Ah!

♪ I can be your everything ♪ ♪ Everything, uh ♪

♪ I just want you close to me ♪

♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Baby, you're my VIP ♪

♪ You know you like, uh ♪ ♪ You can call me day or night ♪

♪ Want to treat you right ♪ ♪ All day, all night ♪

♪ Move your body close to me ♪

♪ I'm gonna treat you right, girl ♪

♪ Baby, you're my VIP ♪ ♪ Take it ♪

♪ Tell me what you want from me ♪

♪ Tell me, tell me what you need, girl ♪

♪ I can be your everything ♪

♪ I just want you close to me ♪ ♪ Close to me ♪

♪ Baby, you're my VIP ♪ ♪ Lay your body next to me ♪

♪ You can call me day or night ♪ ♪ Night and day, day and night ♪

♪ I just want to treat you right ♪

♪ Move your body close to me ♪ ♪ I'm 'a treat you right ♪

♪ I'm 'a treat you right, yeah, uh ♪

♪ Baby, you're my VIP. ♪

(Ryan grunts)

Can... can we slow things down?

Wittle bunny wikes it down there.

I know, but we're moving a little...

Yeah, maybe I didn't make myself clear.

Little bunny wants cunnilingus performed on her

because it's the only way

the little bunny can achieve orgasm.

(grunts)

I need to pee!

Before we get started!

(groans)

Wash your hands!

(urine splashing)

Ryan.

What are you doing?

Same thing you're doing

except all over that little brat's Big Wheel.

We have to get out of here.

Are you kidding me?

This is the best sex I've ever had.

For a gal who's never been out of the box,

Raffi really thinks outside of the box.

I'm freaking out.

Beth wants me to... you know.

Oh, I see.

A little yodeling in the old canyon, eh?

- I just don't think I can. - Well, you should have

- thought of that before you crashed into her car. - Me? It was...

You think Beth's gonna let you off the hook if you don't get back in there

- and give her what she wants? - Well, no, but...

(coughs)

That's really strong.

That'll do the trick.

Now pull yourself together.

You're a cornered animal.

You have a choice to make--

it's eat or be eaten.

Find the animal within.

(continues urinating)

Goddamn, this must be some kind of record.

I'm an idiot for not timing this.

(softly): Oh, thank God.

(sighs)

Morning.

Morning, Tyler.

Morning.

- Eggs? - Actually...

I-I should be going.

Oh, I guess you had enough to eat last night, hmm?

Did you enjoy your little... midnight snack?

- I want more cereal. - Tyler, go to your room.

Uh, what do you mean, midnight snack?

You know, when you woke me up with that thing you did.

To my wabbit hole?

That thing I did?

It was like there was an animal down there.

So we're at the bowling alley last night, shitfaced,

and one of Ryan's mates puts a call out for spastic bowling.

So Ryan-- I didn't think he'd do this--

he starts throwing the ball overarm,

making palsy faces and shit.

I didn't agree with that, actually.

I told you, after bowling we smoked Hong Kong's on the beach

with some homeless pricks. What's with the third degree?

May I speak with you?

Privately?

Oh, anything you can say to me, you can say in front of Bear.

Okay. So last night at Beth's...

Whoa! Let's take it upstairs.

Not cool, dude.

You said I could say anything.

I assumed it was an open relationship.

It is, but Bear doesn't know that.

Look, this morning Beth implied that

there may have been a certain act performed last night,

and I don't remember participating in that act.

You were stoned out of your mind, Ryan.

Perhaps you found the animal within.

Or perhaps you snuck into the bedroom while we were asleep.

I don't have time to argue about what did who.

I have to rest up before

tonight's encore performance with Raffi.

Oh, no, that was a one night only deal.

Look, I just want to forget this whole thing ever happened.

- But Raffi and I were gonna... - No!

As you wish, Ryan.

We'll just stay in and play Monopoly again... or Battleship.

You cheat at that, too.

Battleships change locations in the middle of a war, Ryan.

It's what they were designed to do!

(phone rings)

Hello.

Yes.

Beth?

The answer is yes.

I got the flowers you sent.

I sent you flowers?

And I love the card.

"Beth, you were amazing.

Looking forward to an encore performance tonight."

(laughs) I didn't realize

this was going to be an ongoing thing.

It's quite a surprise.

Yes, it is.

Come by the house tonight after 9:00.

Tyler should be asleep by then,

but, uh, wittle bunny will be wide awake.

(music playing on video, running footsteps on stairs)

Dude!

- Ever heard of knocking? - Flowers?

You sent her flowers? I was home free!

Okay, I'll admit I betrayed you, but in my defense,

I really, really want to have sex with Raffi again.

So it's one of those arguments

when neither of us is right, neither of us is wrong.

We're both kinda swimming in gray area.

This ends tonight. It's about time

I take control of this situation.

(grunts) Beth, please,

there's something I need to tell you.

(gasps) Look, I think you're a terrific lady,

but I don't see us having a future together.

Any sort of future.

I see.

And if that means that I have

to pay for the accident, then...

No, no, it was a, uh, it was a tacit agreement.

I suppose you have some contract you'd like me to sign.

(clears throat) Well, uh,

I used to be a lawyer.

(paper rustling)

This, this absolves me

of any cost in relation to the accident.

Just give me the pen.

Although since this is

now technically a business transaction,

I would be doing myself a disservice

if I didn't negotiate a little...

...signing bonus.

Uh...

Ding-ding, round two.

(sighs)

Uh...

that's nice, but that's not what you did last night.

What do you mean?

Wight bunny, wong hole.

- What, is something wrong? - Uh...

You know what? Maybe you should just get your checkbook.

No, no, no! Uh, you know,

I-I think part of what made last night so exciting

was that you were asleep.

Maybe I could wake you up again.

Oh...

Suddenly, I feel vewy sweepy.

Wash your hands.

(muffled grunting)

(gasping): Ryan, I'm in over my head.

Turns out Raffi wasn't fresh out of the box.

She was returned.

Beth wants a repeat of last night.

I need your help.

All right, I'll-I'll help you, Ryan.

I'll do anything for ya.

But first you need to help me.

Raffi wants to cuckold me.

What?

It's a form of sexual degradation whereby

I'm forced to watch as she's ravaged by someone else;

a lesser, physically inadequate lover.

She asked for you specifically.

You want me to have sex with a stuffed giraffe?

"Want" has nothing to do with it.

Do you need my help or not?

I can't do this.

Please, Ryan, this is hard enough for me as it is.

- This is insane. - Just screw the giraffe.

Why am I doing this?

So you don't have to call your sister and be humiliated.

What are you doing?

Mom!

I'm gonna ask Kristen for help.

I think so, mate.

I'm getting too old for this shit.

I'm thinking it might be time for me to settle down

and make a commitment.

I'm not young anymore. I'm seven...

and a half.

Beside, I need more of a spiritual connection these days.

Something like what I've got with Bear.

Ah! Bloody hell!

Teeth, Bear, teeth!

Mmm.

Think I got you here.

Okay, it-it's Colonel Mustard in the study

with the wrench.

No.

- Ah! - I won.

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