written by Jon Favreau
(Talking on the phone with his best friend Trent while walking around his dark apartment)
Mike: We're gonna spend half the night driving around the Hills looking for one party and then leaving 'cause it sucks, then we're gonna look for this other party you heard about. But, Trent, all the parties and bars, they all suck. I spend half the night trying to talk to some girl whose eyes are darting around to see if there's someone more important she should be talking to. And it's like I'm supposed to be happy 'cause she's wearing a backpack? Half of them are nasty skanks who wouldn't be shit if they weren't surrounded by a bunch of drunken horny assholes. I'm not gonna be one of those assholes. I want to throw up. Some fuckin' skank who is half the woman my girlfriend is is gonna front me? It makes me want to fuckin' puke!
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