- Nick?
- Case?
Look, uh, I'm coming through
Houston tomorrow morning.
I was wondering if I might come see you.
- Oh, I don't know, bro. Why?
- Things have changed.
I'm getting married.
I was hoping I could stay
a couple days, you know?
Catch up?
Jesus.
What do you want me to say?
"I'm sorry, bro, my wife's...
"going to be a little tired
when she gets home tonight.
Here's 20 bucks.
There's a La Quinta up the highway."
I thought maybe you'd want him to meet me.
If he's such a good friend, -
- why haven't I heard
about him before, hmm?
I told you.
I was kind of in the wrong
path when I was in L.A.
I chose to get my shit
together. He didn't.
What time is it?
Oh, shit!
I'm going to miss my plane.
I got to go. Bye.
- What about breakfast?
- No, sorry. No time.
Okay...
Chris, don't plan anything
tomorrow night. It's opening night.
I planned dinner with
Allen tomorrow night.
Why didn't you remind me?
Chris, I've been working on
this club for eight months.
He's the C.E.O.
I have to be there.
Every critic in town will be there.
We can't miss it.
We'll work something out. Just don't
forget your appointment with Dr. Jarvis.
Casey, you know this adoption is...
Yeah, I know.
- It'll be fine.
- You want me to take you?
No. I'll drive.
I'm taking the Mustang.
- I love you.
- I love you too. Bye.
Turn around and put
your hands on the wall.
What?
Turn around... and put
your hands on that wall.
You're kidding, right?
You're not going to try
and fuck me are you?
You wish.
This isn't exactly how
I envisioned our reunion going.
Oh, God... damn!
You had me going.
Goddamn, good to see you.
Come on.
Finally, I ended up in Texas.
That was about a year ago.
I had a little money,
got into mineral leases -
- and I've been, uh...
- working between here
and L.A. ever since.
Looks like we both escaped.
No shit.
Look at you.
You look like that wolf
that got taken in as a pet...
- all dumb and domesticated.
You want a beer?
When's the last time you had
a beer at 8:00 in the morning?
About three and a half years ago.
- Well, let me get them.
- No, I'll get them.
Sit down, I'm closer.
- That woman's got you trained, doesn't she?
- They're not in there.
They're in the fridge in
the garage. I'll get them.
Two fridges.
Welcome to suburbia.
What the fuck?
- What?
- What the hell is this?
- It's Soy Moo.
- Yeah, I can see that.
What's it for?
That's a milk substitute.
We're very health conscious.
There's no meat...
- no dairy... nothing.
- You're kidding.
- Nope.
Three happy years -
- of veggie burgers and acidophilus.
Those are scrambled eggs.
Scrambled Tofutti.
Fuck, dude, Rod Serling's -
- going to step out
of that fridge any second.
Nick?
What?
Does that look like a trash can to you?
Oh. Sorry, bro.
Under the sink, man.
So you're an architect, huh?
Yep.
- You're good.
- Nah.
No, seriously,
you're really fucking good.
Thanks.
She know?
Not... even... a clue.
Never.
I fly out tonight for "Paree".
"Yeah", "that's right."
You're fixing to tie
that knot yourself.
Who's the lucky girl?
Aw, just some French chick.
Man, you sound head over heels.
Nervous, I guess.
Nothing wrong
with living in France.
No extradition.
What?
I'm just kidding.
Say, I've got some errands to run.
You mind if I borrow your car?
Help yourself.
Hell, I got a floor plan
that was due last Monday.
I'm not going anywhere.
Let's throw your bags
into the guest, uh... bedroom here.
Fuck, bro.
It's really good seeing you.
Ooh!
Beamer... Nice!
- Insurance is in the glove box.
- Got it.
And the, uh, spare is in the... trunk.
No problem. Thanks.
Don't mention it.
It's a fucking station wagon!
- Hey, what can I get you?
- Just coffee.
Hi.
Have a seat.
Thanks.
What can I do for you?
You, uh, look pretty tired.
Well, it's 1:00 in the morning.
I can't imagine why.
Well, you're kind of a dick, aren't you?
I'm sorry.
I guess I just