Rules of Engagement

Thanks For Letting Me Borrow All This Stuff.

It'S Really Gonna Class Up Our Dinner Party.

Well, Jeff Will Be There To Class It Down,

So It Should Be A Wash.

Oh, Hey.

Pretty Bold, Robbing Us In Broad Daylight.

It'S For Dinner At Our Place Saturday Night.

Oh, All Right, Well, Looking Forward To It.

Should Be Fun.

God, That'S Gonna Suck. How Did You Let That Happen?

She Asked, And We Were Free, All Right?

It Won'T Be That Bad. Yes, It Will.

That Last Meal She Made For Us Tasted Like Balloons.

Those Were Fried Clams.

Explain The Variety Of Colors.

I Can'T.

They'Re Our Friends,

And We'Re Going To Their Dinner Party.

Oh, Wait, Dinnerparty?

Are There Gonna Be Other People There?

Just One Other Couple.

Don'T Say It. It'S The Bennetts.

Oh, Ya Said It!

Chuck Bennett Is So Boring,

Sometimes When I Can'T Sleep At Night,

I Literally Count Chuck Bennetts.

I Know, But Chuck Comes With Laurie,

And Laurie'S An Old Friend Of Jennifer'S.

Besides, We Can Make A Drinking Game Out Of It.

Every Time Chuck Says, "Long Story Short," Drink.

Yeah, But Remember What We'Re Gonna Be Drinking.

Oh, God, That'S Right.

Chuck Always Brings That Beer He Makes.

In His Bathtub!

Like Anheuser-Busch Doesn'T Know What They'Re Doing!

I'Ve Gotta Drink Pale Ale Filtered Through His Hair Trap.

Please Be A Serial Killer.

Hey, Brad, Jackie. Hey.

Hey, Guys. Hey, Come In.

Ah, You Are Looking Gorgeous, As Usual.

Back Off, Buddy. That'S My Wife.

It'S Funny 'Cause He Doesn'T Like Girls.

One Of Those Things Is True.

Come On, What'S The Point In Having Friends

That Are Gay Dudes

If You Can'T Ride 'Em A Little?

Forget I Just Said That.

Anyway, We'Re Sorry To Pop Over Unannounced,

But We Sent You An Invite To Our Party,

And Someone... Mailed It Without A Stamp.

Yeah, It'S The Crime Of The Century.

Just Give It To Them, My Big Black Forest Ham.

It'S This Saturday Night.

It'S Just Friends And A Few Clients.

Very Casual.

Stop Underselling It. It'S Gonna Be Huge!

We Got A Fabulous Caterer, Yummy Waiters,

And There'S Gonna Be Famous People There.

We Would Love To Come Saturday,

But We Already Have Plans.

So We'Re Gonna Miss

The Really Great Famous Person Party

For Chuck Bennett And His Bathtub Hooch?

Is That A Band?

We'Re Already Committed. End Of Story.

Damn It.

Come On, Take Me To Pinkberry.

Wow.

I'M Not Even That Gay When We'Re Having Sex.

Audrey.

Don'T Even Say It.

We Already Promised Adam And Jen.

Verbally. This Is In Writing.

It'D Be Adam And Jen'S Word Against Ours.

We Can'T Cancel Just 'Cause We Got A Better Invitation.

All Right? You Don'T Do That To Friends.

We'Re Gonna Miss A Really Great Party

With Top-Shelf Booze.

Purchased From A Store Untouched By Human Buttocks.

We'Re Going To Adam And Jen'S, All Right, Jeff?

Fine.

I Can'T Promise It Won'T Come Up Again

When I'M Drunk On Ass Beer.

W w w .

W w w .a d d i c

W w w .a d d i c 7 e d

W w w .a d d i c 7 e d . c o m

Hmm...Pass The Salt.

Say We Can Go To Brad'S Party.

No.

No Salt.

Ahh...

Boy, You Two Look Bummed.

What Is It, 12 Years Now?

Oh, I'M Sorry.

My Boss' Scathing Barbs At Married Life

Do Tickle Me So.

Audrey'S Forcing Us To Go To A Dinner Party

At Adam And Jen'S.

Oh, God, I Went To One Of Theirboremitzvahs Once.

I Had To Make Crappy Small Talk

With Their Lame Friends,

Eat Those Cornish Dried Game Hens

And Play Stupid Charades.

That Was our dinner Party.

Really?

Well, In That Case, Sounds Like It Blew.

Adam And Jen'S Is Gonna Be Worse,

And Audrey Won'T Let Me Tell 'Em A Lie To Get Out Of It.

I'M Not Comfortable Lying To Friends.

That'S The Beauty Of Having An Assistant.

Timmy Here Does All My Lying For Me.

Happy To Do It, Sir.

See How Good I'Ve Become.

Well, It Wouldn'T Just Get Us Out Of Adam And Jennifer'S.

It Would Also Get Us Into Brad And Jackie'S Party,

Which Is Gonna Have Fantastic Food And Booze,

Professional Athletes--

Whoa, Whoa. Professional Athletes?

Brad'S A Sports Agent.

What Do You Care? You Don'T Follow Sports.

No, No, But I Follow Models,

And Models Follow Athletes.

He'S Right, You Know.

Back Home In South Africa,

Cricket Players Get All The Best Tail.

Well, Listen, We'Re Going To That Party.

And Were We Invited, Sir?

It'S A Mere Formality.

We'Ll Get In There With One Phone Call.

Yes?

Timmy, Get Us Into That Party.

Beep Beep. Comin' Through!

Really? I'M Gonna Marry

The "Beep Beep, Coming Through" Guy?

So I See The Kids Next Door Repoed Our Chairs.

How We Gonna Sit At The Table?

Not A Problem, They'Re Coming Back For That Too.

Theirs Isn'T Big Enough For Six.

All Right, So For Their Party, They Bring Nothing To The Table.

Not Even A Table.

Hey. Good News.

Jen'S Gonna Make Her Famous Fried Clams Again.

That Is Good News.

Yeah, They'Re Not In Season,

But You Can Get Anything In Chinatown.

I Think They'Ll Go Great With Chuck'S Latest Batch Of Beer.

He'S Flavoring It With Fruit Now.

He'S Bringing Raspberry!

Homemade Raspberry Beer And Black Market Clams?

That Sounds Great. Yeah.

Tell Chuck To Bring An Extra Jug,

'Cause I'M Gonna Be Mighty Thir--

Hold On A Sec. Oh, No, No, No.

You Gotta Be Kiddin' Me!

What'S The Matter?

A Stupid Client Of Mine, Jackson Farnsworth,

Wants Me To Meet Him In Atlantic City This Saturday Night.Damn It!

I'M Gonna Miss Your Dinner.

Jeff, I Am Sure You Can Get Out Of It.

I'M Sure That I Can'T.

Well, At Least Audrey Can Make It.

Oh, No, You Jinxed It.

Now He Wants Audrey To Come Too.

Turns Out He'S Bringing His Wife,

And Insists We All Go Out For Stone Crabs.

Oh, No, That'S Too Bad.

Well,

I Guess We Don'T Need The Table Anymore.

And I Was So Looking Forward To Getting My Clams On!

Tell You What,

I'Ll Save You Some Clams. You Can Just Re-Heat 'Em.

You Betr.

I Don'T Believe You.

Well, They Did.

Just Give Me The Wine.

"From Jeff And Audrey"?

Jeff, You Wrote On The Label?

This Was Expensive.

I Want Credit For Being Classy.

Whoa. It'S Gorgeous.

I'Ll Bet You There'S Not A Clam In The Room.

We Should Go Find Brad And Jackie.

Good Idea.

Let'S Start Our Hunt At The Bar.

Aw, Crap, We Were Supposed To bring something?

Yes.

The Bottle Of Wine I Purchased

That You Drank In The Cab On The Way Over.

Yeah, Well, The Conversation

Wasn'T Exactly Doing It For Me.

Oh, This Is Good Stuff.

Hey, Russell.

Oh, Hey, Brad.

Hey, Here'S Something I Just Picked Up.

Put It On The Table.

Oh, It Goes Right Here. Okay. I see how it's Work.

Hey, Uh, By The Way, Thanks For Having Me.

Well, It'S Hard To Say No To Someone Whose Assistant

Followed Me Around Town On A Bicycle...Begging.