Where Joe lives for some reason.
Joe: What’s up?
Steve: Screw New York
You got a job yet?
Joe: Not yet.
Steve: How’s life?
Joe: Living with my parents and my wife.
Steve: Yeah. Well played.
Joe: Doing okay, just bummed.
Steve: Ah, you needed the break anyway. Now you can eat out of your parents’ fridge and get fat.
Joe: Pretty much.
Steve: Take my advice, Joe. Watch some cartoons, eat some beef, then go look for work. You’ll feel much better.
Joe: We’ll see, it’s easier said than done with a wife around.
Steve: Haha.
Tell her Dr. Steve prescibed it.
Women trust me about things.
Joe: Right, right.
Steve: Any leads so far?
Joe: Lots. Got one interview so far.
Steve: That’s pretty cool.
Usually takes longer than that.
Joe: I’m restless, so I’m very active.
Steve: You’re restless because you don’t want to go to work with yer pappy?
Joe: Right.
Cuz, I suck at that stuff.
Steve: You could manage the PR side of contracting.
Joe: No contracting PR at all to be done.
Steve: I know that Joe. I was joking.
Joe: Fuck you, Steve.
Steve: Well, just look on the many bright sides:
1. You could be living with her parents.
2. That company probably would have sucked anyway.
3. If anybody asks why you’re not working, you can just say it’s because you just got to town.
4. You’re a gorgeous hunk of man.
5. You never have to drive through Holywood again.
6. I’ve just this second learned that my sister’s cat has Alzheimer’s.
Joe: I love your sister’s cat.
Steve: Yeah… Actual veterinary diagnosis…
Cat with Alzheimers
Joe: Doesn’t that mean nothing at all, but would make a woman in Beverly Hills hold a fucking wake or something?
Steve: It means that when the cat walks around the house crying, it’s because he can’t find the bedroom.
Joe: Vets could say the cat is retarded, who the fuck could argue?
Steve: The ACLU.
Joe: They’d say the cat’s not only retarded, but hates Christianity.
Steve: They would say it’s the church’s fault that people make fun of retarded cats.
Joe: Right.
Steve: And probably that the cat’s retarded in the first place.
Joe: Well, what do you do with the cat? Kill it?
Eat it?
Kill it?
Steve: You pet it more and make fun of it behind its back.
Or actually, since he’ll never remember it, you can make fun of him right in front of him.
Personally I’d sell him in order to buy more dog food.
Joe: Good point.
