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Whoa. This just in.

(auto-tuned to dance music):

My boobs are huge

Squishy, squishy tits

Squishy-squishy-squishy

Squishy-squishy... squishy

You've got to feel how soft my tits are. .

Well, it probably hasn't been seen by that many people.

1.4 million views!

It's posted everywhere!

As your lawyer,

maybe I could send a cease and desist letter to

FazioMcBonerz99?

Oh, God, it's humiliating.

AMANDA: Ryan?

RYAN: Oh. Uh...

Amanda!

Wh-What are you doing here?

Sunday morning workout.

Hi, I'm Amanda.

Oh, I'm sorry.

This is my neighbor, Jenna.

She's Wilfred's owner.

It's so nice to finally meet you.

Yeah, you too.

Well, I gotta run, so... see you later.

Well, she seems...

She is, she... she totally is

I mean, she wasn't just then.

But she-she usually is. Come on, treasure,

I know you're under there somewhere, you dick.

(cell phone rings) It's Drew.

Hey, sweetie...

What?

They just played "Squishy Tits" on Howard Stern.

Why are you telling me this like you're excited?

What are you doing?

Sniffing up all the valuables

these idiot beachgoers leave behind.

(metal detector whines)

Oh, shit!

You're not gonna believe this.

So?

So, that's not how I wanted them to meet.

The next step in my relationship with Amanda

is her hanging out with my friends.

I need to make sure they get along.

Ryan, have I ever

told you the story about Rex and Lady?

Their owners moved in together

and tried to force them to be friends.

But Rex was a free-spirited swashbuckler, a dreamer,

a Renaissance dog, really.

Lady, on the other hand, was a dyke.

So one day, their owners made them

play in the yard together.

Well, Rex ended up killing Lady

and hiding her body under the porch.

And every now and then,

Rex would go out and look at the corpse

and I would find myself...

and Rex would find himself getting aroused.

My point is, you can't control relationships.

You have to let things happen naturally.

"Naturally" is what just happened on the beach.

(metal detector whines)

Oh, my God, is that a...

Piece of shit diamond broach.

Anyway, I wish they'd met

under better circumstances.

Like a dinner party.

Oh, I love dinner parties!

They totally bring out the Pomeranian in me.

Wilfred, you're not exactly dinner party guest material.

I mean, the smell of food makes you drool all over the place.

And you lick people's scabs.

Ryan, it's a perfect opportunity

for me to get to know Amanda.

You've been dating her for over two whole months

and I haven't even so much as sniffed her map of Tassie.

Is that her...? Yeah.

(metal detector whines)

Whoo-hoo!

Sandy mayonnaise crusts!

Mmm!

So, that-that was funny,

running into you at the beach today.

I'm really glad you got to finally meet Jenna.

Yeah, me too. You guys seem close.

I mean, you certainly watch her dog a lot.

(chuckles)

You know, I have to ask you a question about her.

Totally.

Anything.

Is she... Squishy Tits?

Oh, uh...

Oh, my God, I knew it.

What was her deal? Was she on drugs?

What? No!

Uh... low blood sugar.

Look, don't judge her based on that video.

I-I'm sure you'd really like her if you got to know her.

Maybe we can all hang out some time.

Like a dinner party or something.

You mean... at your place?

I cook a pretty mean brisket.

That sounds great.

Hey, and maybe you could even serve up some

squ-squ-squ-squish, a-squish-a-sh-squish...

No. No, no. ...squish-squash, squish, squash.

You seriously cannot mention that.

(mellow jazz plays)

(knocking at door)

Hey. Hey!

Welcome.

Something smells great in here.

Brought you some.

Sheboygan Seasonal Pumpkin Kale Ale.

Oh. Great. I think I still have the case

that you gave me last year.

You don't have to hoard it, buddy.

It's not our best seller.

But, hey, more for us, right, bro?

We're gonna put our coats in your bedroom.

Okay.

(knocking at door)

Hey. Hi. I made a pie.

Oh. You didn't have to do that. I know...

but I wanted to make a good impression.

Are they here yet? What did you tell them about me?

That I'm a nerdy chemist who spends all day in a windowless lab?

I did. But when they see you in that dress,

they're not gonna believe me.

JENNA: Hey, Amanda. Hi.

It's good to see you again.

Yeah, you too. This is Drew, my fianc?.

She makes everything sound so fancy.

We're getting married.

Congratulations. DREW: Thanks.

That is a beautiful dress.

Thank you.

Ryan helped me pick it out.

Aw. Seriously?

This is nice.

I'll just put this in the kitchen

and get everyone some wine...

or some Pumpkin Kale Ale.

Oh, Jenna, did I mention that Amanda

went to school in Santa Barbara?

Oh, no way! Drew and I are getting married in Montecito.

I love Montecito.

Isn't it the best? Oh, where in Montecito?

(tapping on glass)

Yoo-hoo.

What are you doing here?

I brought dessert!

I found it in the most charming

little French bakery's Dumpster.

There's nothing in here.

Of course there is.

There's a giant grease stain

and a smidge of crusty whipped cream.

I've already chewed up four of these boxes this week.

After tonight, I swear I'm going on a cleanse.

Oh, sorry we're late, by the way. We?

Momentito.

What are you doing sitting over here, Cranky Pants?

Can we just have a nice night tonight? Please?

Ooh, something smells divine. No. Wilfred!

I'll have a glass of Pinot.

Just a club soda for Bear.

Bear's back on the wagon.

Five weeks sober. It's a miracle.

Take my coat?

Wilfred, Wilfred, I know what this is.

You want to get to know Amanda better,

but now isn't the time.

I need everything to run smoothly tonight.

And it will.

(Jenna and Amanda talking)

Oh, I should say hello.

Wilfred, go home.

Please.

And miss out on a delicious mingle?

Oh, isn't that cute?

Wilfy followed us over to the party!

Well, hello everyone!

Amanda, so good to see you again!

No, no, no, no! Down! Get him off...

Get him off, get him off me! Wilfred!

Sorry. I...

I'm not much of a "dog person."

I think I smell something burning.

I'm sorry.

I can take him home if it's gonna be a problem.

No. No, I-I'll be fine.

It's-it's... I didn't want to

make a big deal out of it.

(sighs)

You know, I just remembered...

Jenna minored in art,

and-and you... like art.

Well, I was a business major,

but this one time my roommate and I,

we had this big argument

about whether it was Monet or Manet.

And it turns out both are correct.

(chuckles)

That's the great thing about art.

I'll-I'll just, um...

I'll go get your drinks.

Wilfred, this is exactly why...

Look, Ryan, I am sorry.

I was just excited because

I know she's a special person in your life

and I wanted to get to know her better.

But tonight's important to you,

so I'm gonna be on my best behavior from now on.

Really?

Some people like dogs, some don't.

It's a free country.

You don't have to worry about me, Ryan.

Well, thank you for being so mature about this.

I mean, for a minute there I thought you were gonna...

Oh, shit!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

What's going on?

Isn't it obvious?

All of the tension in the air

has sent Bear back to the bottle.

Five weeks down the drain!

Hey, look, Bear's back on the wagon again.

Problem solved.

WILFRED: Bear!

Looks like we're in for a bumpy night.

Ryan, this brisket looks amazing. Thanks.

Okay, Bear, we're almost there.

Whoopsie daisies.

WILFRED: Excuse us, everyone.

Come on, let's get you on your feet.

No, Bear, we're not over here.

No, you can't ride the go-carts

because we're not at the go-cart track.

We're at Ryan's house, remember?

Um, Ryan, do you think I could get another plate?

I think the dog may have touched this as he walked by.

Oh... uh...

Here, take mine.

My old dog used to love licking my plate.

She was such a sweetheart, too,

and Wilfred loved her.

Then one day, she just ran away.

I miss you, Lady.

WILFRED: Yes, Bear, I heard you the first time,

"Six beers and Amanda's finally starting to look boneable."

Volume, Bear. Volume.

You know, dogs are very hygienic animals.

So, Jenna...

how's the wedding planning going?

Good. I read somewhere that

dog mouths are cleaner than people mouths.

That's actually a common misconception.

Dogs' mouths harbor

a massive infectious disease and viral load.

In fact, one dog lick and you could end up with, um...

Hantavirus, E. Coli, Hepatitis...

WILFRED: Yes, I get it, Bear. I'm your best friend.

I'm one of the good ones. You love me.

Well, I'm a journalist, and... Yeah, I've seen your work.

Thanks.

I've seen plenty of research about dogs...

Bear, your breath! Give me a little space!

Oh! Oh, God. Are you okay?

DREW: Okay, Wilfy, time to go.

No, it's fine, it's fine.

I'm sorry. I just, um...

I'm gonna go clean up.

(dish clatters)

You're destroying my dinner party!

It's not me! It's Bear!

Let's just get through the rest of the night,

and in the morning we can try to get Bear back to rehab.

Enough! If you keep acting like this,

you're gonna cost me my first real relationship

in almost two years.

Wait. Since when does Bear have two eyes?

Bear stole that button off Amanda's coat.

When Bear drinks,

all impulse control goes out the window.

You ruined her coat?

Well, in all fairness,

is keeping her little coat buttoned up

more important than giving someone

the precious gift of sight?

Oh, God! You monster!

It's okay, Bear. I can fix this.

Hmm, that's tight.

(moaning rhythmically)

Note to self.

Why are you doing this?

Are you trying to punish Amanda for not liking you?

Amanda doesn't seem to like anyone.

She says she's not a dog person,

but she's not really a people person either, is she?

The only reason people aren't getting along is because of you.

I had this whole night perfectly planned.

I told you, Ryan, you can't force them to get along.

Oh, yeah? Watch me.

Listen, I'm sorry if it seemed

like Amanda overreacted to Wilfred.

It's okay. It's just a little weird

that she doesn't like dogs, don't you think?

Actually, there's a reason for that.

When she was a kid

she was... attacked by a dog.

Oh, my God.

She was walking home from school,

and this huge Great Dane came out of nowhere and bit her.

It was really traumatic.

That poor girl.

Where was she bit?

On her... left butt cheek.

There's a huge scar.

She's really sensitive about it, so...

I won't say anything, I promise.

I should probably go check on her.

A Great Dane bit Amanda, huh?

That will never work.

Oh, yeah? Why not?

Because everyone knows

that the Great Dane's preferred method of attack is

the pin-down and-slobber-on.

Coincidentally,

that's also Drew's preferred method of lovemaking.

I know what I'm doing.

Amanda, I am so sorry about the wine.

And of course I will pay for any dry cleaning.

No, it's fine, really. It's okay.

Look, I know I've been testy tonight, but it's not you.

I don't know if you've heard, but there's this

Internet video that's sort of ruining my life right now.

Oh. Uh, no, I haven't heard anything about it.

I'll send you the link.

Anyway, uh...

I have been super stressed-out lately.

You know what I do when I get stressed-out?

There is this amazing spa on Wilshire.

They have natural hot springs.

We should go sometime.

I would love that. How about this weekend?

Okay, it's a date.

You know what this calls for?

Another round of wine.

Well, I'm a big enough dog to admit when I'm wrong.

I guess you can force people to like each other.

No thanks to you.

Just one question, though.

I've never been allowed in a spa.

The patrons keep their clothes on, right?

Oh, wait, no.

It's the opposite, isn't it?

Looks like your lie

about Amanda being bit in the ass is

about to come back to bite...

Come on, Wilfred, you're better than that.

Well, it seems like you and Jenna are really hitting it off.

Yeah, I'm really looking forward to the spa.

(quietly): I wanted to talk to you about that.

Um, Jenna would never tell you this herself,

but she really shouldn't be going to the spa.

Why?

The heat is not good for her;

Heart condition.

Oh, my God.

Why did she agree to go?

She's too stubborn. She doesn't want it to stop her

from enjoying her life, but...

No. Thank you for telling me.

I'll just suggest something else.

That'd probably be for the best.

Hey, what's the ETA on the P-I-E?

Coming right up!

Jesus!

Let me guess, drunk Bear threw the pie in your face?!

Yes, Ryan, right after Bear said

some of the most extraordinarily hurtful things I've ever heard

come out of someone's mouth.

I am not a butthead!

That's it! Bear's going.

Bear, let go of my paw!

You're hurting me! Wilfred, drop it!

Hey, is everything okay in here?

At the hell?! Wilfred!

Bear, you could've broken my back!

Amanda, help me up, please?

Get the dog away from me!

Where's your scar?

What scar?

Oh, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said anything.

What-what are you talking about? Oh, look,

it looks like somebody got into the pie.

Maybe we should go for ice cream or something.

Don't be mad, but Ryan told us about that dog

that bit you on your butt when you were little.

The dog that...? What? Why would you tell them that?

He just, he wanted us to understand why you don't like dogs.

And we totally get it.

A bite on the butt?

That's what you told them?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Don't talk to Ryan like that.

Stay out of this, Squishy Tits. Yikes.

You lied to your friends about me?

I...

Uh-oh, Ryan.

Amanda was caught with her pants down,

and now you being caught with your pan...

Seriously, Wilfred? You are off tonight.

Look, I didn't realize that my history with dogs was

so important to all of you.

But why don't I just save us all some time

and tell you the truth?

Amanda, you don't have to... No-no-no-no-no-no,

we're all real good friends now, right?

You want to know why I don't like dogs?

Let's share.

When I was eight, I used to spend every Sunday

at my grandfather's house.

He had two Blue Tick hounds, Sam and Finnigan.

We used to take them for walks and go for swims in the lake.

I... I looked forward to it all week.

Then one Sunday, my mom dropped me off,

and I went inside the house,

and there was my grandfather lying on the kitchen floor.

He'd died of a heart attack.

(voice breaks): He'd been there for about a week,

and the dogs, they got so hungry that

they'd eaten both his legs and half his face!

(slurps drool)

And that's the last time I remember seeing my grandpa.

So thank you for the reminder!

Excuse me!

So sad.

(knocking)

Amanda, can I come in?

Drew and Jenna took off. It's, it's just me.

Wilfred!

No, no, it's okay. I get it now.

I was lying on the bed here crying,

and Wilfred just came up and cuddled up to me.

It was like he knew I was upset.

And then, I don't know, everything felt... better.

There, there.

Let's get those tears off your face.

(sucking breath)

(chuckles)

Amanda, I shouldn't have lied about the dog attack.

Yeah. Jenna doesn't have

a heart condition either, does she?

I can't believe I called her "Squishy Tits."

Does she hate me now?

No, no, she doesn't...

She'll, she'll get over it.

I'm sorry about everything.

I just wanted you and Jenna to get along.

Because if you didn't,

I was worried that maybe that would mean

that you and I...

Ryan, you never have to worry about you and me.

We're good.

Really? Yeah!

Anyone who's gone to all that trouble

must care a lot.

But I shouldn't have tried to force it.

I mean, hey, look at you and Wilfred.

I know, it's weird, right?

Ever since the incident with my grandfather,

I've never felt comfortable around dogs.

I've always associated them with this feeling of... doom.

But now with Wilfred, I don't feel afraid any more.

I'm glad.

Wilfred...

means a lot to me.

Come here, Wilfred.

(inhaling)

(sighs) Nice to finally meet you.

(sniffing deeply, sighs)

So I hear Amanda and Jenna are going out

to dinner this weekend.

Yup.

And I had absolutely nothing to do with it.

I'm proud of you, Ryan.

It's good that you're no longer trying

to control things.

(TV station changes)

Well, like any alcoholic,

Bear had to bottom out first, you know?

But I'm pleased to report.

Bear is back in the program.

Got a new sponsor.

And I really think

it's a step in the right direction.

Bear's sponsor is an origami swan?

Look, you and I both know the paper swan can't actually talk to Bear.

But if it helps Bear, that's all that matters, yeah?

I'm very proud of you.

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