David:
I wasn't hitting on Sophia.
Brian:
Oh, fine. Whatever you say. I'm crazy. I'm blind.
David:
You're not blind, you're drinking Jack Daniels, and when you drink Jack you start in with that, "Frank Sinatra, she shot me down, give me a cigarette, King of Sad" thing.
Brian:
That I do. Give me a cigarette.
David:
I'll find one.
Brian:
But wait. You're rich and women love you, and I'm from Ohio and I'm drunk. Can I tell you the truth?
David:
Everybody does.
Brian:
I dig her. And I've never said this to you before about any girl, but she could be - could be, could be, could be - the girl of my fucking dreams.
David:
You're not from Ohio.
Brian:
I know. But if she fucks up our friendship, she can go to hell. I won't allow it. We are bros.
David:
I feel the same way.
Brian:
Sure you do.
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