Thursday

Would you get the fuckin' coffee and let's go.

This ain't exactly Brazil.

I coulda pissed ya a fuckin' cup by now.

Hey! You're out of chocolate mac.

Sorry. No chocolate macadamia.

You would please have something else?

Fuckin' hazelnut...

That will be $1.08.

That sign says "All Coffee 69 Cents."

I am very sorry, but that is a 44-ounce cup,

and the largest coffee cup is 20 ounces.

Therefore, I must charge you…

99 cents, plus tax...

the price of a large fountain drink.

That's bullshit. That sign says "Coffee All Sizes,"

not "All Sizes Up to 20 Ounces."

I am humbly sorry, but you must pay 99 cents plus tax…

For that cup.

Just pay the bitch the $1.08…

And let's get the fuck out of here.

All right.

This is bullshit. Just give me my fuck in Snackie Cake.

I am sorry. I cannot do that.

That is only available…

With the 20-ounce coffee.

That is not a 20-ounce coffee.

This bitch is gettin' on my nerves, man. Forget it.

- Just give him the fuckin' danish. - That sign says…

"Free Snackie Cake."

I paid $1.08 for my coffee. I want my free Snackie Cake.

I cannot do that.

Here. Take it.

That's apple cinnamon. I wanted cream cheese.

Fuck's sake. Pay her the money and let's go.

Either of you got something smaller than a Ben?

I'm sorry.

I cannot accept any monies over a $20 bill.

That's it. - I should not sell it to you, anyway…

As that cup is very hot and might burn you.

You are very strange.

I'm going to call the police.

Fuck this.

Fuck me.

Give me a smock.

How you doin' tonight?

Fine.

How about yourself?

I'm doin' okay.

Need a cup of coffee, though.

Hmm… raspberry blend.

It's on the house.

You sure?

Hey, man, here you are…

Out chasing bad guys at 4:00 in the morning…

While I'm sitting here like a duck...

It's the least I can do.

I appreciate it.

Smell something funny?

Yeah, one of our coolers went down.

Spoiled a lot of shit.

Sorry.

Hey, man, if you can stand it…

It don't bother me none.

You got to work in it.

Mind if I, uh…

Ask you a question?

Go ahead, officer.

Tell me. Who do you like better. Picard or Kirk?

Oh, there's no question about it.

Kirk.

You bet.

You got to respect a man who can fuck a green bitch…

And destroy a whole civilization all in 60 minutes.

Good night.

Thought we had a problem.

I almost forgot... my free Snackie Cake.

- Hello? - This is the operator.

I have a collect call from Nick.

- Who? - From a "Nick." Will you accept charges?

Yeah, I'll take it.

Go ahead, sir.

Nick?

Case?

Look, uh, I'm coming through Houston tomorrow morning.

I was wondering if I might come see you.

Oh, I don't know, bro. Why?

Things have changed.

I'm getting married.

I was hoping I could stay a couple days, you know?

Catch up?

Jesus. Aww!

What do you want me to say? "Sorry, bro, my wife's…".

"Going to be a little tired when she gets home tonight.

"Here's 20 bucks.

There's a La Quinta up the highway."

I thought maybe you'd want him to meet me.

If he's such a good friend,

why haven't I heard about him before, hmm?

I told you.

I was kind of in the wrong path when I was in L.A.

I chose to get my shit together. He didn't.

What time is it? Oh, shit!

I'm going to miss my plane. I got to go. Bye.

- What about breakfast? - No. Sorry. No time.

Okay...

Chris, don't plan anything tomorrow night. It's opening night.

I planned dinner with Allen tomorrow night.

Why didn't you remind me?

Chris, I've been working on this club for eight months.

He's the C.E.O. I have to be there.

Every critic in town will be there. We can't miss it.

We'll work something out. Just don't forget your appointment with Dr. Jarvis.

Casey, you know this adoption is...

Yeah, I know.

It'll be fine.

You want me to take you?

No. I'll drive.

I'm taking the Mustang.

I love you.

I love you, too. Bye.

Turn around and put your hands on the wall.

What?

Turn around… and put your hands on that wall.

You're kidding, right?

You're not going to try and fuck me are you?

You wish.

This isn't exactly how I envisioned our reunion going.

Oh, God… damn!

You had me going.

Goddamn, good to see you.

Come on.

Finally, I ended up in Texas.

That was about a year ago.

I had a little money, got into mineral leases,

And I've been, uh…

Working between here and L.A. ever since.

Looks like we both escaped.

No shit.

Look at you.

You look like that wolf that got taken in as a pet...

all dumb and domesticated.

You want a beer?

When's the last time you had a beer at 8:00 in the morning?

About three and a half years ago.

Well, let me get them.

No, I'll get them.

Sit down, I'm closer.

That woman's got you trained, doesn't she?

They're not in there.

They're in the fridge in the garage.

I'll get them.

Two fridges.

Welcome to suburbia.

What the fuck?

What?

What the hell is this?

It's Soy Moo.

Yeah, I can see that.

What's it for?

We're very health conscious.

There's no meat…

No dairy… nothing.

You're kidding.

Nope.

Three happy years…

Of veggie burgers and acidophilus.

Those are scrambled eggs.

Scrambled Tofutti.

Fuck, dude, Rod Serling's…

Going to step out of that fridge any second.

Nick?

What?

Does that look like a trash can to you?

Oh. Sorry, bro.

Under the sink, man.

So you're an architect, huh?

Yep.

- You're good. - Nah.

No, seriously, you're really fucking good.

Thanks.

She know?

Not… even… a clue.

Never.

I fly out tonight for "Paree."

Yeah, that's right.

You're fixing to tie that knot yourself.

Who's the lucky girl?

Aw, just some French chick.

Man, you sound head over heels.

Nervous, I guess.

Nothing wrong with living in France.

No extradition.

What?

I'm just kidding.

Say. I've got some errands to run.

You mind if I borrow your car?

Help yourself.

Hell, I got a floor plan that was due last Monday.

I'm not going anywhere.

Let's throw your bags into the guest, uh… bedroom here.