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Carl : Hey, guys.
Molly : There's a plate for you in the oven.
Carl : Okay, look, I'm sorry I'm a little late. I got
hung
up at work.
Dupree : Would it have killed you to make a phone call?
Molly : No, Randolph, Randolph, wait!
Dupree : I'm sorry, Molly, but, damn it, Carl, you really press
my buttons sometimes!
Carl : Is he kidding?
Molly : No. Now you've upset Randolph.
Carl : Randolph? Randolph? You got to be kidding me. I know a Randy Dupree. I do
not know a Randolph.
Molly : Did it ever occur
to you that maybe he
prefers to be called Randolph?
Carl : No, Molly, it never occurred to me. You know, the guy writes some bullshit
poetry and suddenly he's got a brand-new name.
Molly : That's funny. Turns out that's not the only thing he writes. Apparently,
he is a whiz at
thank-you notes!
Carl : He told you about that?
Molly : It just kind of slipped
out.
Carl : Oh, I bet it just kind of slipped out. Guy stabs his best friend in the
back. He's getting drunk with his wife.
Molly : What can I say, Carl? I'm kind of fun to get drunk with. Maybe you should
try it sometime, because I'm here every night!
Carl : Molly, I'd be delighted to try it sometime, but unlike your friend,
Dupree, I've got a job! And what was with the groomsman shirt? That was a
one-time deal, Molly.
Molly : He was trying to look nice for you. And why are you coming down on
Dupree? He's the one who went through all this effort to cook low
carb for you. You
didn't even bother to show up.
Carl : Low carb? What the hell does that mean?
Molly : You know, he's on the whole health
kick with the
bicycling and Lance Armstrong. So he's just trying to help you out.
Carl : He's trying to help me out? That's a laugh, Molly. I'm the one who put a
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