're gonna say,
'Let's just go to sleep together.
'We don't gotta do nothing.
'Just cuddle,
sleep next to each other,
wake up in the morning together."'
"No. You 're gonna leave...
but I'll see you tomorrow."
Yeah, fuck Nate.
I mean, he's cute and all,
but Jesse Letterman
is gonna be all over her.
Remember...
no hookin' up tonight.
You can hang out with them,
you can make out with them,
but no hookin' up with them,
because we are driving
to Lake L.B.J. tonight,
and my daddy's pretty clear
about one thing...
He said, "I am lettin' you
and your girlfriends stay at my lake house,
not you and a bunch of horny boys
trying to get their fuck on with my daughter."
- Your dad talks like that?
- Hell yeah.
And it's not like
he ain't gonna know, either,
because when I'm staying at the lake house
with my girlfriends in our bikinis,
Daddy just has a tendency to pop up
and make sure we don't need anything.
Look, he's totally harmless
and cute as a bug's ear!
But you know, when he's got
a bunch of half-naked poontang
walking the floor of his lake house,
he just likes to pay us a visit
and make sure we got everything we need.
And if you flirt shamelessly with him,
like the six-foot baby giraffe
in the backseat,
you got a puppy dog for life.
I have my own relationship with Ben,
and you 're just jealous
'cause it don't include you.
You call her dad "Ben"?
I'm not a child.
That's his name.
So, when are the boys
showing up?
They're gonna meet us
at the Chili Parlor.
Maybe they can bring some pot.
Fuck that. No.
I don't wanna be either A,
depending on their fucking ass,
or B, depending on their ass.
Uh-uh. If we don't score ourselves,
we're gonna be stuck with them
all fucking night.
Ooh! Try Lanna-Frank.
Best idea you had all day.
Oh, hey! That's your
last billboard before Guero's!
Oh, come on, give me a break.
Oh, come on, my ass!
We said every time.
Okay.
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Jules, let me get a drag.
Thanks.
Oh, my God.
Hey, this is...
and I's U.T. days, Arlene.
Hey.
- You wanna join us?
- For a second, but I'm with some friends.
Ooh...
So, you must be... must be...
So, you must be
the infamous Butterfly.
Shh!
She don't know nothing about it.
- Know about what?
- When were y'all gonna tell her?
- Soon.
- Tell me what?
Yeah, now thanks to you,
we've gotta tell her sooner than later.
All right, cut the shit.
What the fuck is going on?
I said a little something-something
about you on the air today.
Julia, what the fuck
did you say about me on the radio?
All I said was I had
a sexy friend named Butterfly
who was in from out-of-town
for the weekend,
and we would be going out
somewhere in Austin tonight,
and if they were out on the town,
maybe they'd see us.
And I described you, and I said
that if they spotted you while we were out,
if they'd do something,
you 'd do something.
Okay, now, Julia, I'm serious.
What did you say
and what did you say I'd do?
Anywho, I could explain what I said,
which would be boring,
or Marcy over here,
who is an incredible actress,
could act it out for you,
which I think will give you a better idea
what you have in store for you tonight.
Okay, so just tell me your way.
- So we'll act it out with Marcy?
- Sure.
Okay, give Marcy your drink.
Okay, so you 're
in a club or a bar,
and Marcy's a kind of cute
or kind of hot or kind of sexy
or better be
fucking hysterically funny,
but not-funny-looking guy
who you could fuck.
Got it.
Okay, Marcy, take it.
Howdy.
Hi, there.
Excuse me, but...
your name wouldn't be
"Butterfly," would it?
Yes, it is, and it seems
you have me at a disadvantage.
Barry.
Pleased to meet you, Barry.
Y'all are gettin' me hot!
Shh!
So is, uh...
"Butterfly" your real name?
Yes, it is.
And how'd you know
my name, Barry?
I listened to Jungle Julia's show
this mornin'.
Oh, you did, did you?
Oh, yeah, I listen to her show
every morning.
Oh, you do, do you?