naturally.
You know? With no planning.
How do we do it?
Our official breaking-up tomorrow?
Right.
Right. That's exactly what
I was thinking about. The breakup.
Us ending our fake relationship.
I mean, I don't even know
whoever believed it.
Us going out?
You, me? Yeah, right.
Yeah, it does seem
kind of unrealistic.
Okay, so, how shall we do it?
Stage a big fight?
A lovers' quarrel?
No, we don't have anything
to fight about.
Oh, that's okay. We can
make something up. Let's see.
What do people fight about?
Well, we wouldn't want
to damage your reputation.
- Reputation?
- I think a small, dignified ceremony...
- is probably the best way...
- Me?
- to end it.
- With a reputation.
Whoo! Yeah!
I can't believe this.
A reputation.
Thank you, Cindy.
Have a good night now.
Whoo!
#I got a reputation, baby #
Oh, I'm gonna be late.
So how do you do it?
Yeah. There you go.
Oh, I'm gonna be late.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Um, I did a little thinking
about last night,
- Mm-hmm.
and I think that now is the time
that we had our little talk.
- About what?
- Us. You know, me.
Now?
Okay, great.
Well, um, I did
a little thinking too!
No, actually!
I did quite a bit of thinking!
- And I decided that
you're breaking me.
- What?
Broke. Bankrupt. Chapter 11.
What are you talking about?
This. I'm dry.
Hey, I can't keep up with you.
I'm not a bank.
They love it.
- Would you stop it, please?
- This isn't dignified.
- Dignified?
Yeah.
For one month you draped all over me
like a cheap fucking suit!
- Now I'm not dignified?
- This is not necessary.
Would you show some maturity?
Like your precious Bobby?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Well, if I was as mature as him,
I probably wouldn't
have called you either.
I'm tired of you
comparing me to Bobby,
and, in fact, I'm tired of you.
period!
Whoo!
poor Cindy. It's awful the way
Ronnie annihilated her.
I know. I mean, I don't know what
she ever saw in him.
- He's such a... such a heartbreaker.
- Yeah. That's it.
The Ronster, man.
You're one badass dude. Hey, listen.
You don't mind if I try to get
tired of Cindy now that you're
finished with her, do you?
No.
- Loved it, baby.
All right.
That was a great act this morning.
That slap was so real.
We are talking Oscar nomination.
Mmm. Yeah, well...
We gave 'em a good show.
The audience loved it.
Oh, what an excellent four weeks.
Your friends really took to me,
all because of you.
Ronnie, it was like a job.
I mean, you bailed me,
and I pretended to like you.
- And I was only honoring
our rental contract.
- Yeah, well, it worked.
Geez. popularity sure
beats being treated like
a social leper. Let me tell ya.
popularity isn't perfect.
I mean, it almost
feels like a job sometimes.
Do you remember that
suede outfit that I wore?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, well, that was me
trying to impress people.
I have to work at it.
So does everybody else.
Cindy?
It's to keep your poetry in.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Ronald, whatever happens
with the popularity thing, you know...
stay yourself.
Don't change to please them.
Me change? Tsk. Never.
That's right.
I'm here! Ha, ha!
Feelin' good. Hey, babies.
How ya doin', man?
Good to see ya...
- Oh, Ronnie!
- Oh, ladies, you look beautiful.
That's all right. Mom, Dad,
send money, please. I'm broke.
Hey, man, good to see ya.
Good to see ya. Good to see ya.
- All I'm asking for is one date.
- No!
Oh, ladies, you're
lookin' fine this A.M.
Thanks, Ronnie.
Lookin' rather tasty yourself.
- Ooh.
- I love your hair.
It's so... so saturated.
- It's nothin' major,
just a little mousse.
- Yeah, 42 gallons.
- You're taking me to
Scoops Saturday night.
- Saturday night?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I believe I have
that evening liberated.
- Wonderful.
- I hope so.
Ronnie, this is gonna
be tougher than I thought.
I'm gonna need your advice.
- Barbara, I was gonna ask him out!
- Relax, pats.
- It's only October.
- Yeah,