Hot Girl





Michael:What, stop! Whoa! That's my Drakkar Noir.
Ryan:No, this is Rite Aid Night Swept.
Michael:No, it is a perfect smell-alike. I'm not paying for the label. Right here. Give it.
Ryan:Well, it's empty.
Michael:Not it's not, there's some in the straw. [Michael opens bottle and wipes straw along his neck] There, now you may throw it out.
Ryan:Wow. How many filet-o-fishes did you eat?
Michael:That's over several months, Ryan.
Ryan:[Under his breath] Still.