Rules of Engagement (2007–2013): Season 6, Episode 5 - Shy Dial - full transcript
Jeff uses an app on his phone that automatically puts his calls through to Audrey's voicemail. Meanwhile, Adam befriends a clothing salesman who helps defend him against his friends when he picks some questionable clothing choices.
So, Russell,
what is the latest
with you and Liz?
One day, you're into it,
the next you want a divorce.
It's been a real
roller-coaster
of who-gives-a-crap.
Listen, I think I can
make this marriage work.
I mean,
I can't keep chasing
teenagers forever.
In five or 10 years,
it might start to
look pathetic.
Yes,
only time will tell.
I'm gonna leave
Audrey a voicemail.
How do you know
she won't pick up?
Oh, I can't tell you th.
It's a guy secret.
I already know how to
pee in the kitchen sink.
You know what,
just tell her.
I mean,
she eats like a horse,
and, uh, she always
wants to do it.
She's the closest
thing to a guy that
relationship's got.
All right.
There's this phone app
called Shy Dial.
Shy Dial!
Which will automatically
send your calls
to the other
person's voicemail.
Your phone
never even rings.
I get credit
for calling Audrey
without having
to talk to her.
You actually go
out of your way
to avoid a conversation
with your spouse?
Well, that's not new.
But now technology has
finally caught up with .
Oh, hey, Audrey,
went to voicemail again.
I know you wanted
to discuss paint colors
for the baby's room,
which I was really
looking forward to.
(GRUNTS) Frustrating!
Shy Dial.
Shy Dial!
(CELL PHONE BEEPING)
Voicemail?
Never even
heard it ring.
Jeff: One.
Audrey: Several thousan.
But I am gaining.
♪ How many ways
to say I love you?
♪ How many ways
to say that I'm not sc?
♪ With you by my side
There is no denying
♪ I can't wait
for me and you ♪
Ah, Mr. And Mrs. Dunbar.
How was the
shopping excursion?
Thorough. We hit
every boy's department
on Fifth Avenue.
We even went
to a store called Saks
where you should shop
because you need one.
A stinging rebuke from
a man holding a purse.
Go try on that striped p
we picked out, darling.
We'll give Timmy
a little fashion show.
Well done, Mrs. Dunbar.
You've transformed
a rotting he-goat
into a domesticated
one-woman man.
Oh, you know, Tim,
I've come to realize tht
I'm the one with needs
no one man can fully satisf.
(IMITATING COMPUTER)
You've got mail.
It seems as though
I've got mail.
Face it, my spicy
man of the east.
Something yummy passed
between us during that ,
and it wasn't
just my sucret.
Mrs. Dunbar,
I think you'll find that
that was, in fact,
a misunderstanding.
Then why
can't I stop thinking
about your
hot vindaloo in my
welcoming tandoor oven?
Well, thank you
for ethnically tailoring
that filthy metaphor.
Ah, look who's back.
(SIGHS IN RELIEF)
These pants
are kind of itchy.
Well, my pants
are getting all itchy
just checking you out,
you're so hot.
Well, handsome men,
I'm off to the spa
for some deforestation.
Excuse me. Hi.
I need to
return this jacket.
Okay. And, uh,
why are we returning it?
Well, I decided
I didn't want it.
Let's just
leave it at that.
Well, I have to
put down a reason.
Fine.
If you must know,
I was teased.
You know,
made fun of?
Why?
It's a classic blue bla.
Yes. Yes,
but people said
things like "lame jacke"
and "here comes
Captain Dandy of
the S.S. Fancy Boy."
And then some joke
about seamen which
I don't wanna tell you
because I know
I'll just wreck it.
Okay. Wow.
Um, what's your name?
Adam.
Hey, Adam. Chris.
Hey.
And I gotta say,
I don't get it.
If anything,
this jacket's too
conservative for you.
Do me a favor.
Try this one.
You could
carry off a much more
fashion-forward look.
Oh, nice!
I don't know.
There's no way
I could wear this
in front of the guys.
And my fiance.
Why do you give them
so much power?
You look awesome in thi.
Damn it, Chris,
when you're right,
you're right.
I called you
from the paint store.
When you called me back,
it went to my voicemail aga.
Finally I just had to
pick a paint color myse.
So irritating.
How do you think I feel?
I didn't even
get to weigh in.
Are we a team, or not?
All right
I gotta get to work,
but there are plenty moe
baby furniture decisions
you can be a part of.
Okay.
I will call to discuss.
You leave
your phone on, you.
Thanks for coming
to support me, Chris.
Wow.
Good luck.
(SCOFFS) Who needs luck
when you're dressed
like a superstar?
You rock, buddy.
New jacket?
Yes, thanks to
my new friend Chris.
And it's awesome.
Anyway,
Chris and I are gonna
go sit over there now,
and be nice
to each other.
'Cause that's what
real friends do.
What the hell
just happened?
I kind of spaced out
in the middle
but I think Adam bought
a new lady safari jacke.
And he may have
named it Chris.
Did you see that?
Your confidence
took away their power
to make fun of you.
Yes, yes.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hold on.
Oh, hey, Jeff.
Uh-huh.
Okay.
They took some of
the power away.
What'd he say?
He wanted to know
when I needed to be back
at the bird show
at Busch Gardens.
You don't have
to take that. Come on.
Hey, it's the maitre d'
at the Rainforest Cafe.
Seriously?
Like you have a leg
to stand on criticizing
anyone's appearance.
I mean,
call off the search.
I found Waldo.
What are you
laughing at,
Optimus Primate?
Sears Roebuck
called and wants
its $90 suit back.
Apparently there's
a teacher from 1970
who needs to get to wor.
That's all right.
They've already
been served.
Let's go, Adam.
Where the hell is Jeff?
He promised we'd go
look at cribs today.
You guys are moving?
No. Cribs.
For the baby.
Oh, 'cause,
you know, it also means.
Yes, yes. I get it.
You're young.
All right, well,
see you later.
Bye.
(CELL PHONE BEEPING)
Voicemail? Again?
Oh, darn it,
I missed you again.
Uh, anyway,
I stopped by a bar
to catch the game,
but you mentioned
shopping for baby stuff,
which sounds fun, too.
What to do?
Well,
baby's due in five mont.
Game's on now, so
I guess that
solved itself, huh?
What the hell is
wrong with this thing?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Hey, Timmy.
Mrs. Bingham, hello. Um.
I was hoping
to ask your advice
regarding a matter
of utmost delicacy.
Uh, well,
I was gonna go
check out some cribs, b.
You're thinking of movi?
Uh, for the baby.
Oh. You see,
it also has another...
Yes, yes.
It has two meanings.
Okay. What's going on?
Well, um, Liz,
of Russell and Liz
recently began making
advances toward me.
Oh, my God. Uh...
Well, obviously,
Timmy, you just have
to tell her to back off.
(SIGHS) Well,
Mrs. Bingham, I've trie,
but she's clearly in
the grips of an obsessi.
My lips,
I'm afraid, once tasted,
are a highly
addictive opiate.
Once you go brown,
you keep comin' around.
Isn't that the UPS slog?
All right.
Okay. Well,
I think it's clear,
now you need to say
something to Russell.
Yes, quite right.
No point in
putting it off
any further, I suppose.
He texted me earlier,
and I Shy Dialed him bak
so I could avoid
having to speak to him.
You did what?
Shy Dialed.
It's this app that sends
your calls to voicemail
so you don't have
to talk to people.
You son of a bitch.
I was impressed
with you back there, Ad.
Standing up to your
narrow-minded friends.
Ah,
couldn't have done it
without you, dude.
Well, wait till they
check out your latest l.
Amazing.
I'm not that sold.
I'm a suit.
With shorts.
It's actually a culotte.
Dude, I know it's cool .
That's why I'm worried
about wearing the short.
Plus, you know, man,
it's pretty steep.
Can you really
put a price on
looking your best?
In six months,
you're gonna see
this look all over town.
Look, I know my friends
are gonna find something
to make fun of, okay?
They're clever that way.
Screw those guys.
Plus, I'll be there
to shut 'em up.
You have
not steered me
wrong yet, Christo.
And I never will.
Bam!
Oh, no, Jeff,
straight to voicemail a.
And I really
needed to reach you.
Remember my friend
Betsy from college?
Remember that thing
you always hoped would
happen with the three of us?
Well, she stopped by,
we opened a bottle of w,
and it might
actually happen
if we can find you.
Get home
as fast as you can.
Threesome?
(WHISPERS) Threesome.
I need my check.
Sure, just a second.
No, I need it right now.
My wife is
offering a threesome
with her hot college fr.
Go! It's covered!
Thanks, man.
Clear the way,
he's got a threesome!
Threesome comin' throug!
How big is this!
All right, go on!
Mr. Dunbar?
Mr. Dunbar?
Hello, Timothy.
Where's Mr. Dunbar?
He sent me a text
to meet him here.
(GASPS)
Ooh, that was me.
I stole his phone.
You'll never guess
what I've got on
under this coat.
Lots of layers?
Maybe something
with a drawstring
that has a stubborn
knot in it?
Nothing. Nada.
Except, of course,
my Spanx.
Mrs. Dunbar,
what of your husband?
Oh, please.
He can't keep up with m.
I've been
grinding the poor guy
down to a nub.
Now come on.
If you don't waste
time with foreplay,
you'll be in and out
like Seal Team 6.
(GASPS)
I'm so sorry.
Was Osama your guy?
No, of course not.
Either way,
it's not a deal-breaker.
RUSSELL: Timmy.
Timmy, you here?
Tim...
Liz.
Hello, Russell.
What's going on here?
I came back
to look for my phone,
and you're standing
here in the dark?
I stole your phone
and came to your office
on the chance
that you might
come looking for it.
Uh, so we could
do it on your desk.
Well, that makes...
Total sense, yeah!
Let's do it!
Audrey, I'm here.
Audrey? Betsy?
So you started without ?
That's all right.
I'm not, I'm not mad.
Audrey, Audrey.
Where is she?
Gee, I don't know, Jeff.
Why don't you Shy Dial her?
I'm getting a strong
feeling that, uh,
Betsy's not
actually in there.
But
I owe it to myself
to at least check.
(RUSSELL GRUNTING)
LIZ: What's my name?
RUSSELL: Mommy!
What's my name?
Mommy!
Oh, wait, mommy,
my back's giving out.
Just, uh, you know,
maybe you get on top?
Of course, lover.
Not too bouncy, though,
I'm still
burping up that
turkey chili from dinne.
Okay, now
I got a better idea.
I'm gonna stand up, oka?
So wait,
you slide over here...
(SCREAMING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
What, Jeff?
See, it didn't
go to voicemail.
I uninstalled
the Shy Dial.
Well, good for you.
That fixes everything.
You're still mad.
Look,
it's not like I don't
like talking to you,
it's just that sometimes
you drag me into things
that aren't
that interesting,
like, uh, paint colors,
or how your day was.
(CHUCKLES)
Uh, how many times
have you talked my leg f
about the stupid
Mets bullpen?
Or that the
meat-lovers' pizza
went up by a dollar?
That was
a slap in the face.
They know that
we're meat-lovers.
They have us
over a barrel.
Yes, we've had
this conversation,
and never once
have I cared about it.
But I pretended to,
because that's what
you do in a marriage.
You pretend to care.
You know, back when
we were first married
I pretended
all the time.
I guess
I just got lazy.
That's on me.
So, uh, tell me stuff.
Go ahead.
No, you don't have to.
I insist.
Tell me about your day.
And as far as you know,
I will care.
All right.
I'll take it.
Well, uh, for starters,
I think today I found us
a beautiful crib.
With a baby on the way,
I don't think it's
the right time to move.
So,
given the circumstances,
Liz and I have agreed
to get a divorce.
Circumstances
being that she
tried to nail Timmy,
but then
nailed you with Timmy
underneath your desk.
It was right there
in front of my face.
That's too bad.
You were just starting
to like being married.
I tried.
But the whole thing
was a joke.
I mean, come on,
it was never gonna work.
Mere inches from my fac.
What's going on?
Why are you dressed
like a gay four-year-ol?
Where are they holding
the Willy Wonka auditio?
Mock all you want.
When Chris gets here,
he's gonna shove it
in your face.
Please don't
phrase it that way.
Oh, wow,
he should actually
be here by now.
He's pretty eager
to back me up.
(CELL PHONE BEEPING)
Oh. Chris called. Hmm.
Hey, Adam, listen,
something came up today,
and I'm kind of busy, s.
I'll probably just
see you around.
Good luck
with the clothes.
Thank you, Shy Dial.
Whoa, that is fierce!
Told you, dude.
Cash or charge?
Hey, listen, this thing
that happened today,
it's still nagging at m.
Well, you wanna
talk about it some more?
I do.
This threesome
with Betsy...
Forget it.
That is never,
never gonna happen.
Oh, interesting.
I only heard two "never.
That's one less
than before.
It's pretty pathetic,
but if you wanna
hang your hopes on that,
then knock yourself out.
He got one less "never"!
(ALL CHEERING)
what is the latest
with you and Liz?
One day, you're into it,
the next you want a divorce.
It's been a real
roller-coaster
of who-gives-a-crap.
Listen, I think I can
make this marriage work.
I mean,
I can't keep chasing
teenagers forever.
In five or 10 years,
it might start to
look pathetic.
Yes,
only time will tell.
I'm gonna leave
Audrey a voicemail.
How do you know
she won't pick up?
Oh, I can't tell you th.
It's a guy secret.
I already know how to
pee in the kitchen sink.
You know what,
just tell her.
I mean,
she eats like a horse,
and, uh, she always
wants to do it.
She's the closest
thing to a guy that
relationship's got.
All right.
There's this phone app
called Shy Dial.
Shy Dial!
Which will automatically
send your calls
to the other
person's voicemail.
Your phone
never even rings.
I get credit
for calling Audrey
without having
to talk to her.
You actually go
out of your way
to avoid a conversation
with your spouse?
Well, that's not new.
But now technology has
finally caught up with .
Oh, hey, Audrey,
went to voicemail again.
I know you wanted
to discuss paint colors
for the baby's room,
which I was really
looking forward to.
(GRUNTS) Frustrating!
Shy Dial.
Shy Dial!
(CELL PHONE BEEPING)
Voicemail?
Never even
heard it ring.
Jeff: One.
Audrey: Several thousan.
But I am gaining.
♪ How many ways
to say I love you?
♪ How many ways
to say that I'm not sc?
♪ With you by my side
There is no denying
♪ I can't wait
for me and you ♪
Ah, Mr. And Mrs. Dunbar.
How was the
shopping excursion?
Thorough. We hit
every boy's department
on Fifth Avenue.
We even went
to a store called Saks
where you should shop
because you need one.
A stinging rebuke from
a man holding a purse.
Go try on that striped p
we picked out, darling.
We'll give Timmy
a little fashion show.
Well done, Mrs. Dunbar.
You've transformed
a rotting he-goat
into a domesticated
one-woman man.
Oh, you know, Tim,
I've come to realize tht
I'm the one with needs
no one man can fully satisf.
(IMITATING COMPUTER)
You've got mail.
It seems as though
I've got mail.
Face it, my spicy
man of the east.
Something yummy passed
between us during that ,
and it wasn't
just my sucret.
Mrs. Dunbar,
I think you'll find that
that was, in fact,
a misunderstanding.
Then why
can't I stop thinking
about your
hot vindaloo in my
welcoming tandoor oven?
Well, thank you
for ethnically tailoring
that filthy metaphor.
Ah, look who's back.
(SIGHS IN RELIEF)
These pants
are kind of itchy.
Well, my pants
are getting all itchy
just checking you out,
you're so hot.
Well, handsome men,
I'm off to the spa
for some deforestation.
Excuse me. Hi.
I need to
return this jacket.
Okay. And, uh,
why are we returning it?
Well, I decided
I didn't want it.
Let's just
leave it at that.
Well, I have to
put down a reason.
Fine.
If you must know,
I was teased.
You know,
made fun of?
Why?
It's a classic blue bla.
Yes. Yes,
but people said
things like "lame jacke"
and "here comes
Captain Dandy of
the S.S. Fancy Boy."
And then some joke
about seamen which
I don't wanna tell you
because I know
I'll just wreck it.
Okay. Wow.
Um, what's your name?
Adam.
Hey, Adam. Chris.
Hey.
And I gotta say,
I don't get it.
If anything,
this jacket's too
conservative for you.
Do me a favor.
Try this one.
You could
carry off a much more
fashion-forward look.
Oh, nice!
I don't know.
There's no way
I could wear this
in front of the guys.
And my fiance.
Why do you give them
so much power?
You look awesome in thi.
Damn it, Chris,
when you're right,
you're right.
I called you
from the paint store.
When you called me back,
it went to my voicemail aga.
Finally I just had to
pick a paint color myse.
So irritating.
How do you think I feel?
I didn't even
get to weigh in.
Are we a team, or not?
All right
I gotta get to work,
but there are plenty moe
baby furniture decisions
you can be a part of.
Okay.
I will call to discuss.
You leave
your phone on, you.
Thanks for coming
to support me, Chris.
Wow.
Good luck.
(SCOFFS) Who needs luck
when you're dressed
like a superstar?
You rock, buddy.
New jacket?
Yes, thanks to
my new friend Chris.
And it's awesome.
Anyway,
Chris and I are gonna
go sit over there now,
and be nice
to each other.
'Cause that's what
real friends do.
What the hell
just happened?
I kind of spaced out
in the middle
but I think Adam bought
a new lady safari jacke.
And he may have
named it Chris.
Did you see that?
Your confidence
took away their power
to make fun of you.
Yes, yes.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hold on.
Oh, hey, Jeff.
Uh-huh.
Okay.
They took some of
the power away.
What'd he say?
He wanted to know
when I needed to be back
at the bird show
at Busch Gardens.
You don't have
to take that. Come on.
Hey, it's the maitre d'
at the Rainforest Cafe.
Seriously?
Like you have a leg
to stand on criticizing
anyone's appearance.
I mean,
call off the search.
I found Waldo.
What are you
laughing at,
Optimus Primate?
Sears Roebuck
called and wants
its $90 suit back.
Apparently there's
a teacher from 1970
who needs to get to wor.
That's all right.
They've already
been served.
Let's go, Adam.
Where the hell is Jeff?
He promised we'd go
look at cribs today.
You guys are moving?
No. Cribs.
For the baby.
Oh, 'cause,
you know, it also means.
Yes, yes. I get it.
You're young.
All right, well,
see you later.
Bye.
(CELL PHONE BEEPING)
Voicemail? Again?
Oh, darn it,
I missed you again.
Uh, anyway,
I stopped by a bar
to catch the game,
but you mentioned
shopping for baby stuff,
which sounds fun, too.
What to do?
Well,
baby's due in five mont.
Game's on now, so
I guess that
solved itself, huh?
What the hell is
wrong with this thing?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Hey, Timmy.
Mrs. Bingham, hello. Um.
I was hoping
to ask your advice
regarding a matter
of utmost delicacy.
Uh, well,
I was gonna go
check out some cribs, b.
You're thinking of movi?
Uh, for the baby.
Oh. You see,
it also has another...
Yes, yes.
It has two meanings.
Okay. What's going on?
Well, um, Liz,
of Russell and Liz
recently began making
advances toward me.
Oh, my God. Uh...
Well, obviously,
Timmy, you just have
to tell her to back off.
(SIGHS) Well,
Mrs. Bingham, I've trie,
but she's clearly in
the grips of an obsessi.
My lips,
I'm afraid, once tasted,
are a highly
addictive opiate.
Once you go brown,
you keep comin' around.
Isn't that the UPS slog?
All right.
Okay. Well,
I think it's clear,
now you need to say
something to Russell.
Yes, quite right.
No point in
putting it off
any further, I suppose.
He texted me earlier,
and I Shy Dialed him bak
so I could avoid
having to speak to him.
You did what?
Shy Dialed.
It's this app that sends
your calls to voicemail
so you don't have
to talk to people.
You son of a bitch.
I was impressed
with you back there, Ad.
Standing up to your
narrow-minded friends.
Ah,
couldn't have done it
without you, dude.
Well, wait till they
check out your latest l.
Amazing.
I'm not that sold.
I'm a suit.
With shorts.
It's actually a culotte.
Dude, I know it's cool .
That's why I'm worried
about wearing the short.
Plus, you know, man,
it's pretty steep.
Can you really
put a price on
looking your best?
In six months,
you're gonna see
this look all over town.
Look, I know my friends
are gonna find something
to make fun of, okay?
They're clever that way.
Screw those guys.
Plus, I'll be there
to shut 'em up.
You have
not steered me
wrong yet, Christo.
And I never will.
Bam!
Oh, no, Jeff,
straight to voicemail a.
And I really
needed to reach you.
Remember my friend
Betsy from college?
Remember that thing
you always hoped would
happen with the three of us?
Well, she stopped by,
we opened a bottle of w,
and it might
actually happen
if we can find you.
Get home
as fast as you can.
Threesome?
(WHISPERS) Threesome.
I need my check.
Sure, just a second.
No, I need it right now.
My wife is
offering a threesome
with her hot college fr.
Go! It's covered!
Thanks, man.
Clear the way,
he's got a threesome!
Threesome comin' throug!
How big is this!
All right, go on!
Mr. Dunbar?
Mr. Dunbar?
Hello, Timothy.
Where's Mr. Dunbar?
He sent me a text
to meet him here.
(GASPS)
Ooh, that was me.
I stole his phone.
You'll never guess
what I've got on
under this coat.
Lots of layers?
Maybe something
with a drawstring
that has a stubborn
knot in it?
Nothing. Nada.
Except, of course,
my Spanx.
Mrs. Dunbar,
what of your husband?
Oh, please.
He can't keep up with m.
I've been
grinding the poor guy
down to a nub.
Now come on.
If you don't waste
time with foreplay,
you'll be in and out
like Seal Team 6.
(GASPS)
I'm so sorry.
Was Osama your guy?
No, of course not.
Either way,
it's not a deal-breaker.
RUSSELL: Timmy.
Timmy, you here?
Tim...
Liz.
Hello, Russell.
What's going on here?
I came back
to look for my phone,
and you're standing
here in the dark?
I stole your phone
and came to your office
on the chance
that you might
come looking for it.
Uh, so we could
do it on your desk.
Well, that makes...
Total sense, yeah!
Let's do it!
Audrey, I'm here.
Audrey? Betsy?
So you started without ?
That's all right.
I'm not, I'm not mad.
Audrey, Audrey.
Where is she?
Gee, I don't know, Jeff.
Why don't you Shy Dial her?
I'm getting a strong
feeling that, uh,
Betsy's not
actually in there.
But
I owe it to myself
to at least check.
(RUSSELL GRUNTING)
LIZ: What's my name?
RUSSELL: Mommy!
What's my name?
Mommy!
Oh, wait, mommy,
my back's giving out.
Just, uh, you know,
maybe you get on top?
Of course, lover.
Not too bouncy, though,
I'm still
burping up that
turkey chili from dinne.
Okay, now
I got a better idea.
I'm gonna stand up, oka?
So wait,
you slide over here...
(SCREAMING)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
What, Jeff?
See, it didn't
go to voicemail.
I uninstalled
the Shy Dial.
Well, good for you.
That fixes everything.
You're still mad.
Look,
it's not like I don't
like talking to you,
it's just that sometimes
you drag me into things
that aren't
that interesting,
like, uh, paint colors,
or how your day was.
(CHUCKLES)
Uh, how many times
have you talked my leg f
about the stupid
Mets bullpen?
Or that the
meat-lovers' pizza
went up by a dollar?
That was
a slap in the face.
They know that
we're meat-lovers.
They have us
over a barrel.
Yes, we've had
this conversation,
and never once
have I cared about it.
But I pretended to,
because that's what
you do in a marriage.
You pretend to care.
You know, back when
we were first married
I pretended
all the time.
I guess
I just got lazy.
That's on me.
So, uh, tell me stuff.
Go ahead.
No, you don't have to.
I insist.
Tell me about your day.
And as far as you know,
I will care.
All right.
I'll take it.
Well, uh, for starters,
I think today I found us
a beautiful crib.
With a baby on the way,
I don't think it's
the right time to move.
So,
given the circumstances,
Liz and I have agreed
to get a divorce.
Circumstances
being that she
tried to nail Timmy,
but then
nailed you with Timmy
underneath your desk.
It was right there
in front of my face.
That's too bad.
You were just starting
to like being married.
I tried.
But the whole thing
was a joke.
I mean, come on,
it was never gonna work.
Mere inches from my fac.
What's going on?
Why are you dressed
like a gay four-year-ol?
Where are they holding
the Willy Wonka auditio?
Mock all you want.
When Chris gets here,
he's gonna shove it
in your face.
Please don't
phrase it that way.
Oh, wow,
he should actually
be here by now.
He's pretty eager
to back me up.
(CELL PHONE BEEPING)
Oh. Chris called. Hmm.
Hey, Adam, listen,
something came up today,
and I'm kind of busy, s.
I'll probably just
see you around.
Good luck
with the clothes.
Thank you, Shy Dial.
Whoa, that is fierce!
Told you, dude.
Cash or charge?
Hey, listen, this thing
that happened today,
it's still nagging at m.
Well, you wanna
talk about it some more?
I do.
This threesome
with Betsy...
Forget it.
That is never,
never gonna happen.
Oh, interesting.
I only heard two "never.
That's one less
than before.
It's pretty pathetic,
but if you wanna
hang your hopes on that,
then knock yourself out.
He got one less "never"!
(ALL CHEERING)