my parents're already freaked-out i'm staying here. 50 miles from chinatown.
and your phone messages. you wanna do what you do, it's not a crime.
uh. not exactly.
hey, we got seed money for the startup! a million-five!
we rented a loft in sunnyvale. you know what's the bad part? we can't talk about work anymore. we're competitors! the venture capitalists made us sign like 100 confidentiality forms.
i've been hacking for five night's straight, i'm really making headway.
but these, like, white supremacists trashed my office, last week.
they're in the neighborhood. they usually hassle vietnamese grocers.
i'm cool. they didn't touch the machine. or my disks. probably didn't know what they were. so, you a moonie yet? milo?
what? come on. is it serious?
did you tell alice?
a beautiful geek? i don't wanna sound paranoid, or like a pig, but what're the chances?
i dunno. i guess larry's got me totally suspicious of that place.
milo, geeks don't have two girlfriends. most don't have one.