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Three best friends find themselves where we've all been - at that confusing moment in every dating relationship when you have to decide "So...where is this going?"
Ellie: [after sex] I wasn't going to do that. I was going to hold out, like make you wait for 40 days. Jason: I was going to make you wait, and then I realized I'm a dude.
Preppy Guy: I need a drink too. I'll get you a drink too. Ellie: Honestly what if I enjoy the drink. What happens then? Preppy Guy: I'd love to hear what you think happens then. Ellie: I'll tell you what happens then we go play beer pong with your two roommates until I end up back at yours in Murray hill. Preppy Guy: Yeah, that's right how'd you know that. Ellie: Yeah then I have to listen to your roommate have sex with Hilary, or Emily or whatever the girl's name is, until we fall asleep. And then a year later we're still playing beer pong in the same bars with your friends except now you feel pressured to get married and have kids because you think that's what I want. Jason: Then in the summers you drive up to the Hampton to meet his parents wondering the whole ride if they're going to think your pretty enough. Ellie: Smart. Jason: Wondering the whole ride if they're going to think you're smart enough. Ellie: Because no one is and then we have to drink shitty chardonnay. Jason: At a shitty garden party. Ellie: And have shitty conversations. Jason: About shitty people. Ellie: With his shitty mother. Jason: Who let's face it doesn't think you're smart enough. Ellie: Pretty. Jason: Let's face it, doesn't think you're pretty enough. Ellie: Because no one is. Jason: No one ever will be. Preppy Guy: What's all that shit, I'm just talking about a drink. Jason: Yeah, but it wasn't just a drink though, was it. Ellie: It was a marriage proposal. Preppy Guy: Woah marriage , nah. It was a vodka soda. Alright fuck you guys then. [preppy guy walks away] Jason: Drink? Ellie: Yep.
Jason: [Referring to Mikey following news of his divorce] I don't know what we should do man. Daniel: We need to get him a hooker. Jason: No, I don't think so. Daniel: Yeah, we'll use a coupon and get him a cheap hooker.
Jason: Dude, are you taking a shit in there? Daniel: Absolutely not. Jason: Every time you come over, you take a shit. Daniel: No, I'm not taking a shit, I'm using a self-tanner! Jason: Self-tanner? Daniel: Yeah, I told that assistant in Vogue I couldn't hang out 'cause I was in Tulum. I'm trying to face her off my roster. [he pauses briefly] Daniel: Also, I am taking a shit.
Ellie: Being there for someone when they need you, that's all relationships are.
Daniel: Yeah, everybody knows you can't call a girl a hooker. Even hookers hate being called hookers.
Jason: And he would give anything to back to that moment Jason: The moment where they first met. Jason: Before anything went wrong. Jason: Before he didn't show up for her when she needed him most. Jason: Before he understood that being there for somebody when it's most difficult is really all that relationships are. Jason: Jason knew that now. Jason: And he was so sorry for what he had done. Jason: But Jason also realized that in that moment, he wasn't afraid, because he thought wasn't the one. Jason: He was absolutely terrified, because he knew she was. Jason: And if she could give him just one more chance, Jason: just one more chance, Jason: she knew where to find him.
Mikey: Which one of you divas uses self-tanner? Daniel: I do, why? [Mikey walks out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel] Mikey: Because I beat off with it last night. Daniel: Why... why didn't you even read the bottle? Mikey: I was a little drunk. Jason, Daniel: What? Mikey: My shit is orange. [Mikey opens towel] Jason: Oh! Mikey: Look at this! Daniel: Oh my God! Jason: Oh no! Daniel: Who knew that could even happen to you? I didn't know you could change colors. Mikey: Stop. Jason: Your dick looks like a yam. Daniel: Your dick looks like a traffic cone. Mikey: Just stop. Daniel: Your dick looks like a can of cheddar Pringles. Mikey: That's fucked up. Jason: Your dick looks like Spike Lee at a Knicks game. Daniel: If your dick was jumping over the river, it would be the General Lee. [Takes a sip out of his mug and spits it out in a fit of laughter] Jason, Daniel: [Both succumb to built up laughter]