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Morning, Ryan.
Wilfred! You know, there is a gate.
Why, yes, it is a beautiful day, and I am well.
Thanks for asking, mate.
Oh, I'm sorry. I've forgotten my manners.
May I take your ax?
All right, Ryan. Angry irony noted.
Want to talk about it?
Ah, it's not a big deal.
My ex, Paula-- she's getting married.
How'd she dump you?
Actually, I dumped her.
Yeah, right.
I did.
We were dating for about a year,
and then one night out of the blue, we're in bed,
and she sticks her finger in my butt.
Just like that, without any discussion.
Freak.
If you dumped a tidy piece like that
over the saintly act of knuckle-busting your anus hole,
I'd say that makes you the freak.
What, I'm supposed to put a ring on that finger?
Ryan, I think you're not being honest
with yourself about this breakup.
There's a deeper issue here.
- Deeper than Paula's finger could ever reach. - You know what?
I'm done talking about this. I have a lot to do today.
Yeah, let's get started.
Take it easy. I just said
it doesn't seem fair of Jenna to leave you alone all day.
She is a single career girl doing the best she can
under extremely trying circumstances!
- God, your breath. - I will not tolerate
any criticism of Jenna. She's perfect.
Wilfred, I like Jenna a lot.
Does she ever talk about me?
Oh, oh. Oh!
- What? - Oh. Like I'd tell you.
That would be an extreme violation of her trust,
now, wouldn't it?
I know it's difficult for someone like you
to understand that kind of loyalty.
What are you talking about?
I'm a loyal friend, right?
You're fine, Ryan.
I'm better than fine.
I'm as loyal as you are.
(laughs)
Mate, you are simply not capable of my kind of loyalty.
It's deep, profound.
Wilfred, I'm a very loyal person.
I would do anything for a friend.
Talk is cheap, Ryan.
But I know how you can prove it.
(seagulls cawing) Christ, it's the 21st century!
I can't believe these racist rules still exist!
I think there's a dog beach up north where you...
Oh, is there? A place that allows the likes of me
to swim in God's blue ocean?
What an enlightened society this is! Bloody hell!
- I know it's not fair. - Have you ever been in a sack race?
What does that have to do with anything?
Everything has to do with everything, Ryan.
I've only been in the ocean once.
Just after I was born.
There were seven of us... stuffed into a sack
and tossed into the frigid waters of the Chesapeake Bay.
Oh, my God. I panicked.
Hell, we all did.
Clawing and biting,
desperately trying to get out of that burlap death trap.
We finally broke through.
By the time I got to the surface,
I realized I was the only survivor.
(sighs)
It was awesome!
It sounds like a nightmare.
You don't get it.
You don't know what life is
until you've tasted the salty brine of death.
I want to feel that thrill again,
and I ain't got too many good swimming years left.
This could be my last chance, Ryan.
Carne diem.
Carpe. Carne.
It means "meat" in Spanish.
How do you live in L.A. and not know that?
Cops patrol this beach all the time.
I can't let you swim here.
Gave up on that "proving your loyalty" thing pretty quickly.
Wilfred!
Just promise me you'll be discreet.
Ryan... I'm in the ocean!
Oh, Ryan, watch this!
(laughs and whoops)
Ryan! It's a pelican!
It's a pelican!
Dogs aren't allowed on the beach.
He's just a little excited.
(girl screams) This was a pelican!
- WOMAN: Oh, my God. - It was a pelican!
(girl cries, whistle blows)
Shit.
(girl crying)
300 bucks!
- Worth it. - Oh, I'm glad you think so.
And another hundred for not having my ID.
What happened to my wallet?
I know I had it last night.
Did you...?
Look, Ryan, I want you to know
that after what you just did for me, well...
I was wrong.
You are a true and loyal friend.
♪ Yes, it's a good day for singing a song ♪
♪ And it's a good day for moving along ♪
♪ Yes, it's a good day, how could anything be wrong? ♪
Whoa!
♪ A good day from morning till night ♪ (grunting)
♪ And it's a good day for shining your shoes ♪
♪ And it's a good day for losing the blues ♪
♪ Everything to gain and nothing to lose ♪
♪ 'Cause it's a good day from morning till night ♪
(click)
♪ I said to the sun ♪
♪ "Good morning, sun" ♪
♪ "Rise and shine today" ♪
♪ You know you got to get going ♪
♪ If you're gonna make a showing ♪
♪ And you've got the right of way ♪ Ah!
♪ It's a good day ♪ (laughs)
♪ For paying your bills ♪
♪ And it's a good day for curing your ills ♪
♪ So take a deep breath and throw away the pills ♪
♪ 'Cause it's a good day from morning till night ♪
♪ Yes, it's a good day from morning till night ♪
♪ Yes, it's a good day from morning ♪ (bicycle bell dings)
♪ Till night. ♪ JENNA: Wilfred!
Oh, God, there you are.
Oh, I was so
worried about you! Oh, I fo, und m
in my yard, so we went for a walk.
God, I am so sorry. It won't happen again.
Actually, I hope it does. I think we were both feeling
a little lonely, but we had a lot of fun.
Oh. Ohoh. Oh! Oh, God, I am so glad.
You know, I just... I hate the idea
of Wilfred being alone all day.
Oh, did you miss me?
Oh, God, that is some serious dog breath.
Must be the ocean water.
I'll go rinse out.
If you'll excuse me.
Oh.
Someone needs to get his teeth cleaned.
Well, if you're too busy with work,
I can take him to the dentist.
Wilfred hates going to the vet.
Every time I try to take him, he just, like, freaks out.
I can't even trick him into getting in the car.
He always knows.
It's like, "Wilfred, get out of my head!"
- That's so silly. - I know!
(both laughing)
But your idea could work.
My idea? Yeah.
I can't trick him into going, but you can.
Oh, no, no, that's not my idea.
Oh, no, no, don't be modest. It's genius!
- He'll never suspect you. - Look, I don't think I should...
If you pull this off, you will totally be my hero.
You make the appointment, I'll take care of the rest.
- What did I miss? (gasps) - Oh, you get
to spend the whole day tomorrow with Ryan!
Yeah! (laughs)
Good luck.
Good luck? What's going on?
Uh, well, it was going to be a surprise,
but I wathinking that tomorrow
we could check out another place that you've always wanted to go.
(gasps) - Sizzler? - Well, no...
- Titty bar! - Interesting.
The movies!
No. I mean, yes, the movies.
You mean, like, at a real theater?
Yeah, and, uh, guess who's got a new movie out?
BOTH: Matt Damon!
Trent and Mofo of The Morning Zoo both called it a triumph,
and they so rarely agree.
Well, how would you like to see Mr. Damon
the way he's meant to be seen,
up on the silver screen with dimples 30 feet high?
Ryan, I am ashamed.
I'm ashamed I ever doubted you.
I love you, mate.
Look, Wilfred...
JENNA: All set. Thank you.
I don't know what I would do without you.
You were saying?
I love you, too.
And then after the movies, the four of us can grab some drinks,
get shit-faced and take our tops off!
What do you say, ladies?
(laughing) Cute dog.
Sorority girls? Really?
Ryan, we've only just seen those chicks,
and you've already found a perfectly stupid reason
not to get to know them.
Kind of reminds me
of something you've done in the past,
but I can't put my finger in it.
(car horns honking)
Okay, we're almost there.
Here's your 3-D glasses.
They look like welding goggles.
I know.
Pretty high tech, huh?
Put 'em on now. It'll give your eyes
more time to adjust to the dark.
I can't see anything.
You will.
You'll see everything soon enough.
What theater are we going to?
Uh, AMC.
(barking)
(entry bell chimes)
I'm telling you, Ryan.
These 3-D glasses are not working.
Don't take them off, and have some more popcorn.
Ryan, I want to see the theater.
(barking, phone ringing)
Well... not what I expected.
It's not as big as the IMAX, but...
No, that's not what I mean.
I just thought now we're best mates,
you might want to play a bit of ball first,
at least buy me a drink, but no, you skipped all that,
and went straight to rooting me in the ass!
Okay, I lied, but it's for your own good.
Jenna asked me if...
Ah! There's the real story
behind this treachery!
You're using me to get to my girl.
I opened the door to my heart, and you betrayed me!
I'm sorry! I was just trying to open the door to her heart.
Ready for Wilfred.
Why?
So you can implant your tracking device in my neck?
Stay away from me!
(loud panting) It's okay, Wilfred.
You're just having a panic attack.
It's a conspiracy, Ryan!
And you're playing right into their hands!
Yeah! Wake up, dumb shits!
The American Veterinarian Medical Association
is a front controlled by a shadow
organization funded by FEMA!
The puppet master is Bob Barker!
(sighs)
Don't let them take...
my... balls.
(thudding)
(distant barking)
(soft groaning)
Hey, how are you feeling?
I'll kill you.
I'll murder you in your sleep.
I was just concerned about your health.
Bullshit.
This was meant to be a leg-opener for Jenna,
and you know it.
- Hey, pooch, I'm gonna
scrape out your gums. - Wilfred,
this is Dr. Bangachon.
I need a doctor, not tech support.
Okay, boy,
time to go to sleep again.
Count backwards from 100.
(chuckling)
(awkward chuckle) 100... 99...
...98... Wilfred,
your friendship is important to me.
Save it, Ryan.
My door is closed, locked and bolted.
98...
Wait! You have to understand,
I-I just wanted Jenna to like me.
She does, mate.
She fancies you quite a bit.
Really? Yeah,
totally.
Wh-Why am I telling you this?
It's the drugs. So y-you're saying
I have a chance with Jenna?
No way.
Never happen.
Why not? I-I'm not good enough for her?
- She's so perfect? - She's not perfect, Ryan.
I just... say she is, because I want so much for it to be true.
But she has a flaw.
A big one.
Whatever it is, it can't be that bad.
It is bad, Ryan.
She... has...
What? What does she have?
Mustn't betray her trust.
Tell me!
J-Jenna has...
a... dick.
Is this water cold enough?
It's too cold.
(groans)
Guess I should be used to you disappointing me.
I apologized for lying,
and I've been your bitch all afternoon.
What do you want from me?
Well, how about some painkillers?
I've just had major surgery.
You had your teeth cleaned.
(groans)
That's your first decent act all day.
Wilfred...
(water burbling) You said something
when you were under anesthesia.
(chuckles) It was kind of funny, actually.
I could do with a laugh; what'd I say?
Well, you told me a secret about Jenna.
You said she... has a dick.
That's not funny.
I heard you say it. I didn't. I wouldn't say
something like that; why would I say something like that?
Some anesthesias are like truth serum.
(scoffs, chuckles) Yeah, I was joking.
You can't even tell... So you do
remember saying it.
Yes. I mean, no. I mean, I...
I di't, but if I did
I was joking. Stop talking now.
I-I did some research,
and there's a rare and unusual condition
where women are born with ambiguous genitalia.
Is this what you were talking about?
- Oh! - Turner Syndrome?
More like Turn Her Around Syndrome.
(doorbell rings)
Jenna does not have a dick.
She's perfect. Is she?
Or are you just saying that
because you want it to be true?
Ryan, drop it, I'm begging you!
(doorbell rings)
Nothing says thank you like vegan tofu wraps.
Great. I love tofu. You're kidding!
Tofu? Weak!
Got us some big, greasy Philly cheesesteaks.
There's my brave little soldier.
Let me see those teeth.
(gasps) So handsome, yes, you are!
Should I open a bottle of wine?
With cheesesteaks? It's got to be beer, right?
A woman who drinks beer.
That's sort of... rare and unusual.
Oh, you mind if I turn on the Brewers game?
Aw, nice! Bottom of the first!
Catch it, catch it, catch it, yeah! Whoo!
Yeah! You are out of there!
Don't... Oh, yeah!
Ryan is my boy!
Yeah, Ryan Yount is awesome.
Uh, Ryan Braun. Robin Yount retired 20 years ago.
Right. Just saying.
Go Brewers.
Yeah, you know, Robin is a funny name.
I mean, if-if that's your name, I guess you'd have to decide
whether or not you wanted to be a boy or a girl.
(laughing): I don't think it really works that way.
I mean, you're either born a boy or a girl, right?
Why do you ask?
Well, I don't think I did.
For the last time, he does not have a dick.
He? Stop twisting my words.
So, you're quite the sports fan, huh?
Eh, well, I didn't really have a choice.
I have four older brothers.
Four brothers. Wow.
Your mom was pretty consistent.
I mean, after spitting out all those boys,
it must have been pretty tricky for a uterus to switch it up for you, huh?
What are you talouking about? Seriously, Ryan.
I'm just making conversation.
(awkward laugh): Excuse me.
I'm confused, Ryan.
Why sell me out for a chance at Jenna's heart
if you're only gonna spend the whole night cock-blocking yourself?
"Jenna has a dick." I heard you.
People hear what they want to hear.
Why would I want to hear that?
Because you're looking for a deal-breaker.
Just like you did with that hot slut who finger-banged you.
- This has nothing to do with Paula. - Everything has to do with everything.
No wonder you're lonely.
As soon as someone starts to care about you,
you invent a reason to push them away.
And why would I do that?
(sighs) How the hell should I know?
I don't know how your mind works.
(stream of liquid splashing quietly)
(sighs)
(whispers): Can you hear that?
Sounds like she's pissing.
(two final splashes)
In the upright position!
What are you doing?
I was, uh... I-I was...
Were you... listening?
Well, n-no. Not at first.
But it-it sounded like a... a pretty steady stream,
like you were peeing standing up.
What?! It's okay.
Mark Walberg has three nipples, and he's a big star.
But I don't pee standing up!
I was pouring out my beer.
I didn't want to finish it,
because I'd had too much
and I was embarrassed.
You're acting weird.
I should go.
Jenna...
Wait, Jenna, let me explain.
I'm not weird. I-I'm just...
Aah! Holy shit! Aah!
That's research.
Wilfred!
Thanks for a lovely evening, mate.
(dogs barking in distance)
(stream of liquid splashing) Go ahead,
say I told you so.
No need to now.
And just so there's no confusion,
this sound you're hearing, it's not me dumping a beer,
I am actually pissing.
(sighs)
You were right, Wilfred.
Everything has to do with everything.
Girlfriends, family, you.
I've sabotaged every relationship I've ever had.
Yeah. This sounds like a conversation
you should be having with someone who gives a shit.
Good night.
Give me a chance.
Open the door.
How can you be a good friend to me
when you can't even keep from betraying yourself?
I can change.
I want to be happy.
Christ! It's not that hard, Ryan!
Just get off your ass and go and tell Jenna
how you really feel! But what if...
What if! What if! Who cares!
You want me to be your friend, yeah?
Well, trust me on this.
Knock, knock, Ryan.
It's time to open your door.
Carne diem.
That's the spirit.
Now, march on over there
and give Jenna a reach-around.
Ha-ha.
(laughs softly)
Hey.
Found someone in the garden again.
He was sniffing these.
Sorry, I'll get the fence fixed.
No. I-I'm sorry.
About tonight.
Look, there's something you should know about me.
I've been trying to hide it, but...
it's time I tell someone the truth.
I know it's gonna sound crazy, but...
here goes. (exhales)
I'm awkward.
No.
I-I know, it's...
shocking, right?
Not all the time, but sometimes
I get nervous and I say
incredibly stupid things, and...
I hope you can forgive me.
Well, Wilfred's a pretty good judge of character
and he seems to like you, so...
okay. Great.
Oh. These are for you.
Thanks.
I don't get why you get nervous.
It's just me.
Well, the thing is...
MAN: Hey, babe, you got
any man shampoo?
(laughs) Oh, uh, this is Ryan,
the neighbor I was telling you about.
This is my boyfriend, Drew.
- Boyfriend? - Yeah, he just flew in
from Wisconsin. And, boy, are my arms tired.
(fake chuckle)
I'm just kidding ya-- I feel great.
All right, let's go get you some shampoo.
Thanks.
Ah...
I remember what I was trying to say at the vet.
Jenna has a dick... for a boyfriend.
You just now remembered that?
Well, if I'm being honest, no.
I lied.
Guess that makes us even, yeah?
Oh, but here's the good news:
when it comes to me and you...
...the door is open.
What's in the bag?
You like apples?
Yeah.
I got a bunch of Matt Damon movies.
How do you like them apples? (laughs): Oh, sweet!
Seriously... what does he see in Ben Affleck?
I take exception to that.
People fart much more than they care to realize.
I constantly am smelling fart feelings.
Sometimes it-it-it's fear...
or lust or joy.
Now, joy farts, now, they are amazing.
(exhales)
That would fit.
Everything I need to know about someone
I can glean from their asshole.
Some people think that eyes are the window into the soul.
Couldn't be more wrong.
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