"on "californication"..." "I don't think you heard me." "I wrote something." "Hank wrote a new book?" " Can I read it?" " I don't think that's appropriate." "I gave it to Karen." "She reads all my stuff first." "Is there a copy?" "That's the only one." "I can't read it, Hank." "Why not?" "I can't go back." "I want to go right back where we were before." "I don't think that's possible." "What the fuck?" "I'm getting a bad feeling here." "I'm thinking you intend to give that to someone who might already be engaged." "We had the sex, Karen." "I don't love you anymore." "I love Bill." "I'm gonna marry Bill." "Get the fuck out of the car, man!" "Get the fuck out of the car!" "Let me just grab this." "No!" "Get the fuck out!" "Get out!" "shut the fuck up!" "Aaah!" "Kiss the tip!" "What up, butterbean?" "Hey-hey, roomie." "Top of the mornin' to ya." "How 'bout this beautiful fucking weather we're having here, huh?" "Yeah, it looks like another sunny day in hell." "What the fuck are you doing?" "Now that I'm gonna be out there competing for all this high-end pussy," "I gotta try to get this body in to some kind of fighting' shape." "That is a fool's errand, my friend." "Hey, hey, hey." "Don't be hatin'." "Take it from somebody who's been there on the front lines " "That shit is emptier than a michael bay joint." "You're just over it now, all of a sudden?" "No, I'm just sayin' " "You know, new pussy may hold the promise of something better, but it sure as shit ain't love." "Great." "So I shuck off the old ball and chain, and you get thee to a nunnery." "Perfect timing." "What about the marce?" "I know you Miss the marce, right?" "That sexy, little smurf was good to you." "The sexy, little smurf cheated on me with my assistant." "Yes, but you cheated on her with your assistant." "First, I might add." "Point being?" "Your shit's fucked up." "my shit's fucked up?" "What about your shit?" "My shit." "That goes without saying, but yours more." "Good, this is what I like about having a roommate." "You know, we got the banter going." "We got the -- The petit bon mots." "What you got going on later?" "Oh, I don't know..." "I thought I'd start the day with some dry toast and half a grapefruit, bust out the old computer, bang out 10 pages, maybe go for a run." "Maybe I'll just jerk off and go back to bed." "Wake me up when you come home." "We'll grab a cocktail, all right?" "Have a good day at work, honey." "Hey..." "I was thinking, later, me and you " "We hit the gym." "Tonight." "Oh, jesus, enough already." "Just call your fucking wife." "Do whatever you have to do." "Beg, plead, cry." "Get down on bended knee." "'cause I'm telling you, no amount of top-shelf pussy can compete with the love of a good woman." "Top shelf." "Top shelf, baby." "Jesus." "All right." "I'll go to the gym with you." "But I'm not wearing any dolphin shorts or hanging any brain, so don't get your hopes up too high." "Don't forget that meeting with your friend's daughter." "She wants to be a writer or something." "Not in the mood." "Reschedule." "Okay, no problem." "You got a minute, boss?" ""boss," huh?" "I thought you were moving on." "When is your two weeks' notice up, anyway?" "That's what I wanted to talk to you about." "Things have gotten a little weird." "Oh, really?" "They weren't always a little weird?" "You didn't do anything wrong." "I went after something I wanted." "I started it." "That's right." "That's r-- You started it." "And that's where free will comes in." "Choices were made, boss." "I get your point." "So what's your choice?" "I want to stay." "I want to learn from you." "I want to be an agent." "I see." "So, uh, first, you systematically destroy my marriage, and now you want me to help with your career." "Well, fuck you and fuck off." "Okay." "Fair enough." "I guess I'll just have to look elsewhere for career guidance." "Maybe I'll start with h.r. I bet you they'd love to help." "Especially when I told them what I went through on your desk." "The spanking, the crawling on the floor, the sexual humiliation..." "Wow." "Apparently you've got the makings of an excellent agent." "So where do I start?" "You start by going through that slush pile over there." "Find me some great material -- Something I can sell." "Hey, you can't smoke in here." "What are you gonna do, kick my ass?" "Hank, right?" "Yeah." "Have we met?" "Charlie: you've got to get in the ring, dude." "This is fucking exhilarating." "No." "I think I'm good." "Pussy." "Excuse me?" "You heard me." "I called you a pussy." "You afraid to get your ass handed to you by a woman?" "No." "Actually, I think I'm in touch with that emotion." "Hey, what are you doing later, huh?" "How would you like to get a drink with two guys who will work harder for your affection than you ever imagined possible?" "Hey, speak for yourself, there." "Well, that depends." "On what?" "On whether or not your buddy over here wants to get in the ring with me." "Hi." "I've got a meeting with Charlie runkle." "Oh, uh, you must be Mia." "I'm so sorry." "I know it's last-minute, but he had to reschedule." "I tried to call you." "But my phone died." "Sorry, my bad." "Well, um, I'm sure Charlie would love to reschedule at your earliest convenience." "Oh." "Right." "Fine." "That's fine." "Whatever." "Is there anything I can help you with?" "Are you an agent?" "Not yet." "But I will be soon." "Well, uh, I wrote this novel, and I was just wondering if Charlie would read it and give me some notes, let me know if I'm on the right track." "How old are you?" "16." "And you've written a novel." "That's impressive." "What's it about?" "A 16-year-old girl fucks a much, much older man and finds herself both spiritually and sexually awakened." "It's nabokov meets judy blume with lots of fucking and punching." "And what's it called?" ""fucking  punching."" "Well, I'd be happy to read it." "You would?" "Cool." "I'll give you a call when I'm done." "And we could, uh, meet for coffee or something." "Um, well, you might want to read it now." "Because you might not get another chance to." "It's up to you." "I'll be in here checking my e-mail." "Enjoy." "I'm sorry, I just can't place you." "Oh!" "The circle bar..." "About a year ago." "You bought me a drink and I spent the night in your apartment, doing things I haven't done with anyone since." "You promised to call." "You didn't." "Okay." "That was low." "Sorry." "Ow!" "Okay, now I'm gonna have to deduct a point." "Oh!" "Now you're starting to look familiar." "Let me make it up to you." "Let me take you out to dinner sometime, or maybe get a drink." "Sure." "After I beat the living shit out of you." "Okay, now I'm thinking I should wear a cup to dinner." "You really should've called her." "She seemed angry." "You think?" "Uh, another vodka-cranberry." "Fag." "I can't drink like you, okay?" "I need something a little sweet to help the medicine go down." "Faggoty fag fag fag." "This is cool, us hanging out here, right?" "Just like, uh, like raoul duke and Dr. Gonzo, right?" "We haven't done this since the salad days." "Yeah, like when you used to use me to get laid." "Like when you used to use me to get published." "That worked, didn't it?" "For you, maybe." "Not so much for me." "It worked for me." "And I never really got to, uh, sow the wild oats the way I would've liked." "You know, I was always too busy working." "Hmm." "And now you're haunted by it, huh?" "It's a pretty drink." "You know, most people, they go their whole life, and they never really find someone they love." "They say they do because everybody's the star of their own little romantic comedy, but they're full of shit." "You and me, we had women that loved us for who we were, really loved us for who we were, and we fucked it up." "For what?" "Some stupid piece of ass we forgot about 10 minutes later?" "Wow, you're fun tonight." "Just don't worry so much, all right?" "Everything's gonna work itself out." "It's a phase we're going through, that's all." "Hello?" "H- e-ey." "Y- yeah." "That's fantastic." "Okay." "See you there." "That was laura." "From the gym." "Oh, shit." "I just peed myself." "Tap, tap, tap on the shoulder." "She wants to meet us at your place." "Ding, ding, ding." "Round two." "No, I quit." "No más." "No más." "Are you finished yet?" "Hold on." "Ugh." "It's just a novella." "Are you one of those people who move their lips when they read?" "'cause that can really slow you down." "So...?" "Are you really 16?" "I'm really 16." "Who are your influences?" "I don't know..." "Uh..." "Chuck palahniuk..." "Nick cave..." "Anything Hank moody..." "This is really good." "Don't blow smoke up my snatch." "I'm not." "You really think I've got something here?" "I really do, yeah." "Cool." "Thanks for reading." "Where are you going?" "You just confirmed for me what I already knew." "Why waste it on a tired, old warhorse who cancels meetings at the last second?" "I can help you." "Give me a break." "You're just an assistant." "For now, but not for long." "Would you rather be with someone who's on their way up or on their way out?" "Hey." "Oh, no." "Look at this." "This is awkward." "For you, maybe." "What, no kiss?" "I'm through with that." "You want me, you know where to find me." "You, on the other hand, little lady, have been a very naughty little smurf." "Bi-curious, are we?" "Hey, he started it." "Spanking his assistant." "So, what happened to your face?" "Kicked in the ass by karma." "I'm not a lesbian, by the way." "Says the girl with her finger in the dyke." "Ooh, nice." "Bbrroop!" "bbrroop!" "Witty." "Clever." "Thank you." "We're on a serious break here, Charlie." "You could do whatever the fuck you want." "Get all the stank on your hang-low you could get." "Go for broke." "Don't think I won't do it, either." "With this guy as my wingman, I can't fail." "Sure you can." "No, no, no." "Do not underestimate your inability to attract women." "Bbrroop!" "Just keeping it real." "I don't know about you, but I'm getting tired of these vagina haters." "I enjoy the vagina." "Almost as much as you." "Once upon a time, we would've all gone in here together." "All of us." "To have a good time." "Step aside, asswipes." "What the fuck happened to us?" "Good times." "Okay, I have to ask." "Why does she punch him in the face just as he's about to cum?" "You tell me." "I think maybe she wants to wake him up." "Or maybe she's trying to make sure he remembers her." "Or maybe it's just really hot." "Whatever happened to "just plain hot"?" "Hmm?" "What do your parents make of this?" "Uh, well, my dad doesn't pay much attention." "I mean, he means well, you know, he just works...a lot." "And my mom..." "She's gone." "She got sick a few years back and...died." "Let me help you with this." "Why?" "Because I believe in your writing." "This thing is gonna be huge." "Can you imagine the headlines?" ""16-year-old girl writes smartest, sexiest book since 'lolita.'"" "it'll be made into a movie." "Maybe Hank moody could write the screenplay?" "Yeah." "I can't figure out what happened to the poor guy." "I mean, he was such a great writer." "Let me let you in on a little secret, young lady " "You are much more talented than you think you are." "You want to be an actress?" "I could have you working in no time." "Really?" "So you'd take me on?" "In a heartbeat." "You're beautiful, you're smart, you're funny, and you can kick a man's ass no problem." "Got that right." "Oh, not in the face!" "Oh...shit." "Okay, that's it for me." "Good night and good luck." "Wait." "Not so fast." "What about my goodnight kiss?" "Good night." "Oh." "Be careful." "Ah." "Ouch." "Ow." "Ow." "Remember me now?" "I don't care what you think." "I just don't think the punishment fits the crime." "I'm sorry that I don't remember you, and I'm " " I'm sorry that I didn't call you back." "I" " I just think that I had a very good reason." "But you can't remember it?" "I'm gonna go to bed now." "You have fun." "You two have fun." "There you go." "Now, I want you guys to be safe, be responsible, use redundant forms of birth control, but mainly, just keep it down, because I'm gonna be back there trying to piss blood in peace." "Carry on, my wayward sons." "Do you know how hard it is to get a girl off?" "It is like disconnecting a bomb." "I mean, there's all these wires and shit down there." "Who knows which one you're supposed to cross or pull." "Plus, the studies show that the female orgasm is, like, what, 99% mental." "Who has time for that?" "!" "Okay, so that's good." "So you want to go back to the four-minute grunt-fest?" "Things like in, out, done." "Yeah." "Give me a mouthful of cock any day." "Right." "Mm-hmm." "Suck, gargle, spit -- Works like a charm." "I mean, call me old-fashioned, but " "So, you're done with the, um, the lesbitarian experiment." "The grass is always greener, you know?" "Isn't that how you ended up engaged to be buried?" "Hey, no Bill-bashing." "You promised me." "Stay on the subject." "That is the subject." "Married people, bored out of their minds, looking for some strange." "It never solves what was wrong in the first place." "Oh, like you're such a fucking expert." "I'm gonna tell you one thing " "That lying, cheating little cocksucker is not moving back into my house until I see some real fucking remorse-itude, okay?" "I want tears." "I want jewelry." "Hank never bought me any jewelry." "Not then, no." "But he bought you that ring, didn't he?" "What ring?" "Oh, fuck." "I spoiled the fucking surprise, didn't I?" "What fucking surprise?" "Shit." "I'm getting married." "Why would Hank buy me a ring?" "I don't know." "Charlie mentioned that he was on some kind of roll, and he got a bonus from the movie, and then he went and blew it on some antique ring." "Don't tell me that." "What, for me?" "No." "Of course for you." "That's the kind of bling you like, right?" "Dead people's jewelry?" "Wait." "What kind of ring did Bill get you, again?" "Oh, that's right -- None." "It's on order, okay?" "It's -- It's very special." "It's a canadian diamond." "Yes." "Are they good with the diamonds, the canadians?" "I thought just the bacon." "Psst." "Hey." "Hey." "I need a favor." "And I need some sleep." "Go away." "I'm getting close out here." "Close to what?" "Sealing the deal." "With lady tyson?" "Good luck with that." "Keep your hands up, though." "Here's the thing, okay?" "She seems amenable to the naughty, right?" "But she seems even more amenable if you're part of it." "I think she's got kind of a thing for you or something." "No, I'm not going for that." "I've already given that girl enough of my precious bodily fluids." "Hey, Hank, I think you need to take one for the team here." "What team would that be?" "The team of you and me, buddy, all right?" "My wife is out there trolling for snatch, okay?" "Meanwhile, I've stumbled onto some high-class, once-in-a-lifetime fantasy shit here." "I don't know if you're aware, but this kind of thing doesn't happen for me every day." "No, I am aware, and I feel your pain." "But there's no way I'm gonna take a chance of crossing swords with you over some poor girl's "vajanus."" "All right." "That's cool." "I get it." "I'll go out there, I'll give it my best shot, right?" "If it doesn't happen, another time, right?" "If not then, there's always call girls, interactive porn, plastic vaginas." "Thanks, buddy." "I feel much better now." "Fuck it, Charlie." "Okay." "Okay." "I'll do it." "First, we got to set some guidelines." "Excellent idea!" "Excellent." "What?" "What are you thinking?" "Okay, first," "I don't want to see your cock anywhere near me." "Why would I want my cock anywhere near you?" "Why would you want to be involved in a threesome with me?" "I don't." "My client does." "this client doesn't." "that client, the new client." "Do you want to do this?" "!" "No." "But I will." "For you." "Anything for you, my love." "Go agent the deal." "I'm gonna freshen up here." "I need to " "Go make it so." "Make it so." "All right." "I'm good." "Bring it on." "Well, I should get going." "I have to get up for work in the morning." "Think about what I said " " I'd love to work with you on this." "Well..." "Yes?" "Here you go." "Make shit happen." "Oh, I will." "Marcy:" "let's do it." "Mm!" "Mmm!" "Okay, where to, bitch?" "Totally up to you, slunt." "God, I Miss you." "I fuckin' Miss you!" "I Miss you." "I love you." "I Miss -- I Miss all of us." "Me and you and Hank and Charlie." "That first year you guys were out here -- that was magic." "Mm-hmm." "The drinking, the dinners, the movies, the smoking, the "ex."" "That time we almost did swap but Charlie got hives." "Oh, good times." "Yeah." "You know, morsel, it can be like that again." "No offense, sweetie, but I don't want to do that kind of stuff with Bill." "Why not?" "I don't know." "He just kind of makes my labia shrivel." "Thank you for that nice image." "I'm sorry." "I just -- I Miss my fucking life." "I know it's incredibly anti-feminist of me to admit it, but I miss that sexy little bulldog." "Ugh." "Ucch." "I fucked up, he fucked up..." "I just " " I want to go back to the way things were." "Marsupial..." "Karenina..." "Did he really buy me a ring?" "Yeah." "This comes as a shock to you?" "Look, I know Hank can be a douchebag on wheels sometimes, but he loves the shit out of you." "His sun rises and sets on you, baby." "Dear?" "Dear?" "Could I get a sip of that?" "Working hard, huh?" "Wouldn't want to get any germs on you, huh?" "You're hardly working." "Okay." "Okay." "You know what?" "Come on up." "Come on up." "Come here." "Listen, I-I think if it hasn't happened yet," "I don't think it's gonna happen." "And, I apologize, but I-I just think I'd be shooting puffs of smoke right now, anyway, so..." "Maybe..." "Maybe that's it." "No más." "Okay, Charlie, you've got work to do." "What the client wants, the client gets." "Not this client." "Shh!" "Maybe they're still out." "The music's on, the cars are here." "They just don't hear us." "Ooh, yeah!" "Yeah!" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" "Holy shit." "Charlie..." "Charlie!" "Mm!" "Mm!" "Charlie!" "It's all clear." "Okay." "Charlie." "Charlie." "Ahh!" "Charlie, shit!" "Heads up!" "Oh, yes!" "Yes!" "I just remembered why I didn't call her back." "Charlie." "Charlie." "Dude, she's gonna blow." "Ah!" "Oh, yeah!" "Oh, yeah!" "Baby, come on." "Hey, hey, hey." "We were taking a break." "I was just getting some stank on my hang-low, like you said." "Hey." "Don't go away mad." "I'm not mad." "You're just absolutely fucking disgusting." "I admit it wasn't the most pleasant scene to walk in on, but nobody asked you to walk in on it." "You know what?" "You're right." "And that's why I'm getting the fuck out of here." "You don't owe me an apology." "Karen, you can't have it both ways." "You can't tell me to fuck off and forget about you and then wander back into my life whenever you feel like it." "Believe me, I will not make the same mistake again." "Okay." "Okay." "Well, why did you come?" "Because you bought me a ring, you fucking asshole." "I did." "Yes." "I mean, you went into a store, and you looked around, and then you -- you picked out a ring, and then " "And then you bought it for me." "I did." "But you never bought me a ring." "Ever." "Where is it?" "Why didn't you give it to me?" "You told me you were gonna marry Bill and I should respect that." "Right." "Yes." "That never stopped you before." "Would you have wanted me to give it to you?" "I mean, would that have made a difference?" "Are you questioning things?" "Are you having doubts?" "I question everything." "It's very healthy." "It is very healthy." "But if you are questioning things and having doubts, maybe you shouldn't just, you know, rush into the wedding." "Maybe you should postpone the fucking wedding." "What's the rush?" "I can't do that." "Look, I never said that you had to choose between me and william the conqueror." "I just think you can't run off and marry a guy after making sweet love to yours truly." "It just wouldn't be chaste, young lady." "Says the guy who's, like, hosting orgies and standing in the middle of the street in a skirt." "It was hardly an orgy." "I wasn't even that into it." "I just did it to get Charlie laid." "I forgot -- you're such a humanitarian, right?" "Look, I did buy you a ring, and I would show it to you, but I gave it to this homeless woman after you blew me off." "It's a true story." "It was a very nice ring." "It was beautiful." "It was elegant and understated, much like yourself." "I would have liked nothing better than to get down on bended knee and slip it on your finger." "Stop it." "But buying it was a mistake." "Because it's not about the ring." "It was never about the ring." "It's not about marriage." "It's not about the wedding, it's not about me, it's not about Bill, it's not about Becca..." "It's about you, Karen." "Bye, Hank." "Good night, champ." "Come again." "So to speak." "You know..." "Good night." "Karen." "yo." "Runkulus maximus." "Look at you." "Isn't it good to be free?" "Hmm?" "No women weighing us down." "Ain't life fuckin' grand?" "Transcript by textexam." "Resync by Lauta."