Serial Lover

Play Mr. Potato Head.

Lousy bastard!

I can't do this to them.

Let go of my tie.

Enough. I have to go now.

No...

Don't come! I'll wait here.

It's the anniversary of my uncle's death.

It'll last a while.

Where's the cash?

How will they answer?

Through their asses?

Two suspects.

One's dark-haired and the other's...

dark-haired too.

Do you read me?

Seven.

I'm going to seven.

No, I'm going to seven.

You look good.

I love when you smile.

Hey, baby. What's up?

Charles, Hakim...

Is it members only tonight?

I think you know Sacha.

You've bumped into him at least once before.

Ruitchi! My Chichi! You came!

Just on time! You made it.

Crossing the ocean is easier than these stairs.

They're all here.

Have you decided? Not yet.

Shit.

I said no presents.

Happy birthday. You shouldn't have.

It's fragile.

I shlepped it from Rio.

Hello, Hakim.

Charles, Sacha.

Charles, Sacha.

Any more surprises?

Hi Matzu. Hi Ruitchi.

He's still alive? He sure is.

You get classier by the hour.

You didn't travel 6,000 miles for nothing.

So stare explaining.

Okay, I'll explain.

The bell lights up.

Fireworks spure out.

Explain what?

I'll brief you in.

"A Pleasant Dinner."

Claire Doste, desirous of a pleasant dinner,

invited, on the eve of her birthday,

her teddy bear and three guys,

linked only by mutual hatred

caused by their current love affairs

with the same, well-brought up girl,

wearing blue tonight.

Current? Say who?

That's true.

Who's your current bedmate?

No one.

No one?

You think I'm two-timing you?

I haven't had sex for 3 months.

She's not having sex!

My suitcase.

What?

Where's my suitcase?

I'll get it.

Doste?

Cellier. Cop Police.

Don't ever do that again.

Why?

It turns you on?

How can I help you?

Ask me in, for example.

Be my guest. Come on in.

Boys, this is Mr.Cellier-Cop-Police.

He wasn't invited.

Relax, the table's set for 5.

Two ex-cons are marauding in the area.

They're not here. Anything else?

You remind me of my father.

My father was an idiot.

Check your door.

Stop opening it to just anyone.

It was a pleasure, Miss.

Let's eat.

Please...

Let's eat.

I've outgrown this crap.

Now explain why we're here!

It's no ordinary dinner.

Tomorrow I'll be 35.

I need...

settle down.

To start a family...

and to have children.

I keep trying to choose.

You're all so...

similar.

By asking you here,

by seeing you three together, I thought.

I'd see the light.

That the truth would hit me.

I thought I'd say:

"Now I know. It's him."

I'm sorry. You've changed.

This is pathetic. Goodbye.

Yeah, doc. She's crazy. Get lost.

Do you realize what you're asking?

It's ridiculous.

You're right.

Go home. I'm sorry. It was dumb.

It was dumb all right.

You don't know how dump.

Claire's cozy dinner for four. five.

I Came here on your birthday to ask your hand in marriage.

I've waited so long for this.

Okay, Claire.

It seems we all need to settle down.

I need an answer too.

Let's finish with this.

But there's no turning back.

Tomorrow you'll have your man.

If it's me, we'll get married at 8.

Do you agree?

I do.

I do.

I do.

I do too.

Thanks.

I have to pee.

Love threw her on the floor:

"You screwed up real bad, doll"

Her lipstick melted on the cold tiles.

Tell me if this is as ridiculous as it seems.

You want us to help you choose

which one of us is the best for you?

Yes, that's right.

You like duck in blood sauce?

On the other hand,

"the best for me" doesn't mean shit.

Ruitchi! Are you okay?

If you're okay, I am.

Claire...

I love you too.

Me too, Chichi...

Quiet, Tyrone. You already ate.

There's only one condition: no low blows.

Especially you, Sacha.

For tonight, forget your poetic inspiration.

Okay, Sacha?

He's peeing.

Wait, kitty.

I'll get it.

Thank you.

Here, kitty.

Stupid idiot! You hurt me!

Don't you ever give up?

Are you okay?

Answer me!

It's the police again.

I scare you.

Your neighbors were just robbed.

Your friend let us in.

We're searching the building.

Lt. Heigen: "Hello"

Claire Doste: "Nice to meet you."

Can we look around?

Are you okay?

Come sit down.

I'll look upstairs.

I'll just poke around.

Have a seat, guys.

I'll be right back.

Miss! It's been a minute.

I need a minute too.

Stay seated. I'm coming!

Stay here.

I'll come along.

I doubt your thugs are hanging around.

They're anal retentive.

They rob block by block.

I get it.

That's a closet.

Bedroom on the left, bathroom on the right.

But someone's inside.

No use teaching you to knock.

It'll just be a minute.

Look at your hand!

"Creamy Crimes" Ready to print.

"The Lousy Choice."

No one's upstairs.

Not even in the bathroom.

Really? That's great.

Thanks anyway.

And the 4th guest?

Sacha?