("ME SO HORNY" BY 2 LIVE CREW PLAYING ON COMPUTER)
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- When? When do you want to do it? - MAGGIE: Really?
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I got one question for the graduating class of 1996 and that's "Will you..."
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Not going to that.
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Mmm.
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I'm sorry, man. I am blown away right now. - Dude, you used to be Fat Robbie. -(LAUGHS)
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(PHONE RINGING)
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(COMPUTER CHIMES)
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Are you kidding? What?
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CALVIN: Oh! Honey, I want every single girl to be jealous tomorrow night. Oh.
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Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calvin. It's me, Bob.
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Yeah.
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- My man! -(SCREAMS)
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MAGGIE: Please, just do it for me, if not for you.
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Calvin, honey? Hello? Um, yeah. IcanW.laHeady made plans for tonight, baby. - MAGGIE: Plans with who? - With Bob Stone. Who's Bob Stone? That sounds like a fake name. No, no. You remember Robbie Wheirdicht, from high school? No. The guy who got beaten up by Trisha Demarco at homecoming? No. The kid that tried to rap along to Coolio's 1,2, 3,4 at the talent show but then he kinda lost his way, midway through so he just started bopping his head, and he stood there? No. Nothing. The guy who got thrown out the gym, butt-ass-naked, senior year? Oh, my God, yeah! Why wouldn't you start with that? Because I thought that was kind of mean. I don't know.
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Um... 6:00 p.m., when? Tonight? Yeah. Yeah, is that a problem? Holy shit! Robbie Wheirdicht?
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What? I just... I just don't want to go. Calvin, it's our 20-year high school reunion. I'm not gonna go without you. We agreed we were going. I RSVP'd for us. I just changed my mind. That's all. Okay. I see. You're disappointed about the promotion. I get it. This is not about the promotion. Okay, this has to do with me not wanting to spend my Friday night answering the "What are you doing now?" question. That's what I'll get all night. "Hey, Calvin, what are you doing now?" "I'm an accountant." "An accountant? Really? "I thought you would be the governor, man. "Wait a minute. Didn't you get voted 'Most Likely to Succeed'? "I guess we missed that one." Is this why you've been so weird and moody lately? 'Cause you're freaking out about the reunion? - No. - And what's the matter with being an accountant? You love your job. No, you love your job. I'm good at my job. It's not the same thing. Honey, that's not fair. You're a partner at your firm. Instead, I work in a building with a giant, inflatable gorilla out in front of it. Look, I don't want to be the guy that peaked in high school and, after he peaked, his life went like this... (IMITATES CRASH)