Maybe I'm just lousy in the sack.

No, man. It's not your fault.

I told you, my man Brad just crushes ass, dude.

I'm sorry if, you know... I'm sorry.

That's all right. That's all right. Apparently you're right.

What is it with women? They say they don't care about looks,

they just want a guy who's smart and funny,

but they always just end up laughing

at whatever the good-looking, stupid guy says.

I know.

Guess what else? Little prick was at my house again today.

-For real? Why? -Why do you think?

Unreal. You hire a guy to do a job on one day,

and he comes back the next day, drops it in your wife again for free.

Yeah, well, I'm not letting him do it for free. I am paying him.

You are? How much?

The same, I guess. Why?

Well, I mean, should I contact Brad for my 20 bills

and invoice him, or should I go to you, or...

Don't even worry about that right now.