haven't acclimatized yet.
I was in L.A.
Los Angeles? Oh.
Took some time off.
You know, for six weeks
you come in here...
- every night, alone, I might add -
- and you sit here,
and you study for hours.
And every night I wait on you,
and you don't even notice me.
How come?
It's not that I...
I mean, I noticed.
I mean, you... You're...
- Fuck, I'm just trying to get through this.
- So, here it is, -
- Friday night, and here you sit.
And I'm thinking either, one:
You know, you're just a total geek.
Or two: you don't have any friends.
And you don't look
like a geek, so, uh...
- I was wondering if
you'd like to go, uh...
- get some breakfast?
You don't even know me.
Oh, uh... I'm Christine.
- You are?
- Casey.
Casey. Casey. Okay, good.
Wait.
What?
- Tell me, why is it so fucking difficult?
- What?
This relationship.
Why is it so... difficult?
I'm busting my ass here -
- to be the perfect husband for you...
- and the harder I work,
the less you care.
I love you, and...
- you care more about your
career than you care about me.
Casey, I do love you...
- but you are boring the shit,
out of me.
You are working so fucking hard
to be what you think I want -
- instead of giving me what I need.
Quit trying so hard.
Why don't you just be yourself?
I don't want Fred Mac Murray, Casey.
I want you.
You, the cocky,
determined guy, full of life.
- Full of...
- You wouldn't like who I am.
I married you!
I love you.
I don't want
to lose you, Christine.
Christine!
There is nothing in that case
but a pack of legal documents.
Maybe a box of condoms.
That's it.
Yeah?
I just want to know one thing.
What kind of fucking drugs are you on?
What?
I want to know what kind
of "fucking drugs" you were on -
- to make you think you could
bring fucking smack into my house!
- That briefcase was locked, Case.
- Yeah? Sue me!
That wasn't very trusting
of you to go through my shit.
This ain't exactly me borrowing
your trading cards here, Beave.
You brought shit into my house!
Into my home!
Which I invited you
into as my fucking guest!
You know what they did
in ancient Rome -
- when a visitor violated
somebody's hospitality?
They cut off his dick and they
nailed it to the fucking gate!
See, this is why
I didn't want to tell you.
I knew that you would have very
little enthusiasm for this deal.
I had a little business
to finish up in Houston -
- and I wanted to tell you
"Adios" face to face.
I want you to pedal your ass
back here, pick up your shit, -
- get the fuck out of my house.
No can do, buddy.
I appreciate your situation,
but I told you...
I got a little unfinished
business to take care of.
- So what?
- A little unfinished business.
If you're not back here in 15 minutes, -
- you're going to have to pick up your
shit from the police evidence room.
And tell 'em what?
Your ex-partner
just happened to stop by -
- with a basketful of goodies -
- and you felt it was your moral
obligation to turn him in?
- I don't think so.
- Look, you lame piece of shit.
I am having a little bit of trouble -
- coming up with reasons, not to blow
the back of your fucking head off!
You're not sounding like that happy
little suburbanite I saw this morning.
Don't forget.
Never can tell who's listening in.
Just watch my shit, Case.
I'll be back in a couple of hours, -
- I'll pick up my bags and I'll split.
Watch your shit?
You're not hearing me, Nick. Get...
Sorry, Case, time's up. Gotta go.
Nick.
Nick!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Say, man, you got the wrong house.
I didn't order any pizza.
What?
I said you got the wrong house!
I didn't order the pizza!
- This ain't your pizza, no?
- No.
What kind is it?
Meat lover's.
I'll tell you what...
How much is it?
I'll buy if off you.
No, man. No can do, no?
You ain't ordered the pizza, -
- I can't sell it to you.
- What are you going to do with it, take it back?
I'm offering to buy it from you.
Tell you