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Uh, he's going to move to a more expensive apartment. I met him at the agency.
He didn't want his wife to know how much money he had until the divorce was final.
Come on. Let's go. I mean, who is he to you? That's what I'm talkin' about.
He's a friend of mine, okay? He's a friend.
And I was living with him for a little while.
Are you in love with this man, or what? Tell me the story.
That's all I'm asking, is the story. No, I'm not. We had a thing.
It didn't work out. It's over now and he's my friend...
And he still likes me. He likes you. He likes to have you around for a quick piece...
When he feels like it. He helped me, man.
You don't know what it's like at that place. It's crazy. You don't know ***!
You know? I didn't know how to do stuff, so I'd go to him and I would ask him,
And he would tell me how to do things.
Then I'd go back to work and everything would be all right.
Otherwise, I'd be walking around like an idiot,
Going, "I don't know. I don't know. I don't know."
He helps me. He does. He helps you. Helps you what? Get in and out of the sack?
[ groans ] he helped me. Is that what he helps you do?
What the hell do you expect me to do, man?
What do you expect me to do? He helped me. [ crying ]
Don't cry about it. I mean, you know-- all right, so he helped you.
That's good for you.
All right. Come on. Let's get out of here. [ engine starts ]
[ stephanie ] I'm sorry. It's all right.
Don't worry about nothin'. Don't worry about that. Don't worry about nothin'.
Stephanie, don't.