Julie:
[holds a mouse dressed like Jesus in her hand]
What is this?
Tim:
That's a... It's a mouse dressed like Jesus. This guy I ran into today, he makes them. He's amazing. He's some kind of artisan.
Julie:
Really? Are you going to that dinner?
Tim:
No.
[Julie starts leaving]
Tim:
Hey, come on.
Julie:
No, not when you're lying to me.
Tim:
Julie, Fender invited me.
Julie:
So?
Tim:
Fender, as in Fender Financial?
Julie:
The you I know would have just said no.
Tim:
The me that you know did say no. But the me that you don't know had to say yes.
Julie:
The you I don't know?
Tim:
Yes. Look, there's you and the me that you know. And we love each other and we have a wonderful life. But then there's the me that you don't know. And the me that you don't know has to do things sometimes so that you and the me that you know can live in this nice apartment, and eat a nice restaurants and go to Cabo for Christmas. He takes care of us.
Julie:
You know what? There should not be any you I don't know.
Tim:
But there is. You might not like him. I don't like him. I hate him! But we need him. You know? It's like the CIA.
Julie:
The CIA?
Tim:
The CIA does some pretty funky, nasty stuff in the shadows, but I, for one, am glad they're there.
Julie:
The CIA doesn't invite people to dinner to make fun of them.
Tim:
No. The CIA kills people. And I'm getting raked over the coals because of a little dinner.
Julie:
Can I just ask you something? Is there any you I don't know who isn't completely full of shit? I'd love to talk to him right now.
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