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When I saw her, I thought to myself: Maybe this is God's way of telling me to take a
run at her, and, you know, just get over Victoria. Well, my cohost Bunk is my actual dog. And
between you and me, she's gonna have to keep her ego in check. I actually had a dream about
Ms. Barbara Slade…very vivid. It was not perverse at all, it was all on the up and
up. It was a business dream. She is quite a dancer…I think. That was good. Really
nice. I mean, they're all good. Yeah, I'd say they're like some of the best chips I've
ever had. Hey, what are you guys eating? Bunk's potato chips, they're delicious. Wow, they're
named Bunks? What coincidence. No, not really, it's Bunk's brand. Who's that guy on the back
with Bunk, I thought Bunk was your dog? Can I try a little lamb and rice. You see, the
thing is, Bunk, you always wanna pick one eye in a tight close up, to focus on. And
you always wanna pick the eye that's closest to the camera. Because if you're going back
and forth… Oh, one second, please, this is super important. If you're going back and
forth all the time, it looks like dog s***, no offense. Hey, Randy Brando, actor. Hi.
Bunk, can we speak privately for a second, please? Oh, there's no secrets here. There's
no secrets. We're a family. I can, like, play some Angry Birds or e-mails or just occupy…
Excuse me. Why, did you fart? Did you have a fart? Hi, well, I guess congrats are in
order on the chips. Thanks, bro. I don't know why you wouldn't tell me about it. And also,
why does it say on the back of the bag that this guy is your owner? Oh yeah, that. If
I could interject here–it's just marketing, you know. What? Well, I think New Foods –you
know, the company that like manufactures and brands the potAto chip– they, you know,
wanted to go a little bit more leading man, you know? Character-y. Less Stoltz, more Gosling,
you know? Well, that's fine, but I'm actually Bunk's owner. Oh, technically now, I happen
to be Bunk's owner. What are you talking about? Well, I think New Foods –to avoid any embarrassment–
basically, what they did is they had ol'Bunkers here sign over her guardianship to me. Which
is crazy, because I've never owned a cat. I don't know the first thing about… Bunk,
is true? Oh listen, don't take it heart, guy. Don't take it personally, you know. It's just
bizness. Justa biznazzzzz. Right? It's the biz-dustry. Listen, why don't you try some
of this new Chicken and Beef Medley. It's unbelievable. It'll…it'll take the sting…off.
I can't eat it. Gluten-free. New Foods needs a better looking version of Mike Weaver for
the Bunker's Potato Chip campaign? How ridiculous is that? How ridiculous?! Is that even possible?!
Do a little recon on Ms. Barbara Slade. Oh, somebody likes dogs, huh? Downward dogs. Hello,
it's Barbara. It's your inbox. I'd like to get you in your inbox. Somebody's got a wild
side. Do you wanna lock me up? Or better yet, I lock you up. We do a little Stockholm Syndrome.
What the hell are you doing? Show us your joystick. Men, they're all the same. Security,
can you come in here and get this creep out of here! Oh no. No, don't do that. I was just
on my way out. Get! Barbara, I'm sorry. Yep. No, he's not. He's not sorry, he's a creep.
He's a creepy weirdo. See me at the studio. Abso-not-lutely. Yeah, creep coming through!
Heads up for the creep! It's okay. Listen, come here. You get so crazy. It's okay. It's
fine. I know. He wasn't carrying a gun. He was handcuffed. Go put your glasses back on.
Okay, alright. Come here. I'm sorry. Get back to work. I just get so protective of you.
Get back to work. I get so protective of you. Get back, get back. That's cute. I know. Barbara,
you came? It's Ms. Slade. And yes, I'm here. I feel like I owe you a bit of an apology.
That was kinda awkward the way it went down. Maybe this is a bad idea. Janice would kill
me. Yeah, she does look like she has a little danger in her. She does. But since you are
here, can I propose dinner Friday, 8:30. I pick you up at 7:30, take you for a little
drive along… Easy. Let's start with drinks. I'll meet you there. Can I ask you a question?
Yes. Are those the keys to the handcuffs? Yes. Yeah, cause these are killing me. I mean,
it's been four hours. I got a terrible… Stop talking. Thank you.