sounds to me like somebody needs to hit the gym.
i heard you strain when you put the milk in the bag. that milk only weighs about seven pounds.
i don't think so. that was a grunt; a deep inhalation of oxygen to aid in the stretching of muscles. i'm a trainer. i know what that sound signifies: you're out of shape.
oh, i do. you made the same noise when you reached across the counter for my cash. your muscles are thin and sadly underutilized.
yes, they are. you're out of shape.
no fat, but no tone either. you don't get enough exercise.
let me ask you a question: do you think this guy's out of shape?
he is.
how much can you bench?
i think the lady called it.
i do about three-fifty, four.
feel that.
now feel his. roll up your sleeve, chief.
see? you're ashamed. you know you're out of shape. take my card. i can help you tone that body up in no time. get you on an aerobics and free-weights program.
it's probably from being around all this food every day.
because he's out of shape.
did you say caitlin bree?
pretty girl, about this girl's height-dark hair-gorgeous body?
and your name is dante hicks? you went to high school with her? you played hockey?
oh man! hey, you still going out with her?
to you?
shit! don't take this the wrong way, but i used to fuck her.
while you two were dating in high school. we're talking four, five years ago, back when i drove a trans-am.
yeah!
really?
all the time. that girl was like a rabbit.
holy shit! she told you about that! buddy of mine worked there. said he watched the whole thing. they used to film people at that hotel; nobody knew about it.
hey man, that was a long time ago. don't let it get to you.
five hundred bucks? what for?
to a five-year-old kid? what a scumbag!
forget it. i don't want to deal with a guy that sells cigarettes to a five-year-old. can i offer you a ride somewhere?
i like the way you think.