Yeah, that much is clear.
Saturday 11:11 a.m.
Jill and Gary are on the bench. Friends since forever though
they've come close a few times.
So this is you helping?
Was I supposed to be helping?
Oh. Okay, start from the
Just forget it.
I'm serious...how many dates has it
And then four more.
That's eleven dates!
Have you talked about it?
What do you mean?
Was it, like, a conscious decision:
'Oh let's take things slow, we can
get to know each other blah blah
Yes. (SLIGHT beat) But not
(amused in spite of
So basically she's been expecting
something to happen for the last
Whoa. We've kissed. A lot.
She must think you're a fucking
What's a eunuch?
(Jill gestures vaguely at
That tells me nothing.
11 DATES, Gary!
I haven't found my moment.
Oh God. Okay, dude, pay attention,
this is important: There is no
Is it possible for someone to be
missing the gene for romance?
Sex is not romantic--
--This girl doesn't want romance.
She doesn't want candles, she
doesn't want a picnic under the
stars. All she wants is for you
step up and be a man. Take
control, make a fucking move.
She's not gonna wait forever.
Okay. Okay, I think I understand
what's happening here.
(SLIGHTEST bit nervous)
Yes. (beat) You're a man.
I am not.
You're a big honking man and you're
giving me the kind of advice you'd
expect from a big honking man.
I'm not a man. I can show you I'm
not a man.
Yeah, that's exactly what I man
You know what? Forget it. Enjoy
whacking off for the next six