Blair:
Did you talk to Julian yet?
Clay:
No.
Blair:
Clay, I asked you to talk to him.
Clay:
Okay, I'll call Betty Ford, you want me to get him a room, fine.
Blair:
No, just talk to him, I mean, he's your friend, too.
Clay:
It's funny. When you called me, I thought I was coming home to see you.
Clay:
Just leave with me! There's no reason for you to stay. Not here, not in LA.
Julian:
Jesus! Do I look like I'm ready for homework?
Clay:
Are you happy, Blair? You don't look happy.
Blair:
But do I look good?
Rip:
Well, don't slack off, man. Don't be a bum.
Clay:
Like you?
Rip:
Just like me.
Rip:
Everyone is accountable.
Clay:
Do you know that you girls have televisions between your legs?
Julian:
Still pissed?
Clay:
[
pauses] No.
Julian:
Liar!
Rip:
Got a minute, sweetheart?
Julian:
Surely.
Rip:
We gots to talk business, friend.
Julian:
Oh, no, all you need to do is relax. I'm gonna pay you back; all you have to do is *trust* me.
Rip:
I don't wanna trust you, Julian, I just want my 50 K, all right?
Julian:
Patience is next to Godliness, Rip, didn't I ever tell you that? Actually, it's the flip side of cleanliness, but it's still *pretty* fucking important if you ask me.
Rip:
Then what the hell are we talking about, Julian?
Julian:
We're talking about you giving me a G on spec.
Rip:
No. No. No way.
Julian:
Listen, listen...
Rip:
You're crazy. Forget about it.
Julian:
Come on. There's these girls... falling all over me... for some blow. Come on.
Rip:
[
pauses, hands him the coke] This is the last time.
Julian:
As soon as the club deal goes through, I'm recashing you every penny.
Rip:
I hope so.
Julian:
Well, don't hope... trust!
Rip:
Do you have something for me?
Julian:
I had it all worked out. Christ. At least I thought I did.
[
long pause]
Julian:
I fucked up. I don't have any money. I don't know... I don't know where I'm going to get it.
Rip:
[
long pause] Julian, this cannot go on forever. You owe me a lot of cash, and I'm carrying you like I'm stupid.
Julian:
I know, I know. Just... just please don't cut me off, okay?
Julian:
I mean, come on. Can't you tell when I'm telling the truth?
Benjamin Wells:
No. Trust was the first thing you ruined.
Clay:
You OK?
Blair:
It's the cocaine... too much speed or something.
Clay:
That's a relief.
Blair:
What?
Clay:
Well, you're fucked up, you look like shit, but hey no problem, all you need is a better cut of cocaine.
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