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[dogsled]

This is Benton Fraser speaking. If you would kindly leave a message with your name and number, I will return your call at the earliest opportunity. Thank you.

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[kickem]

Yeah! Those sorta things. I got space for 'em.

[dogsled]

Thank you, Ray.

I have to admit, I've been wondering if you'd ever offer.

[kickem]

You'd been waitin' for an offer? You couldn't just suggest it?

[dogsled]

It wasn't my place. You were... Well, it's your apartment. You might have been enjoying your freedom.

[kickem]

Sure. Bein' alone was great fun.

[dogsled]

Well I... I've never lived with anyone before, Ray. Not since I was a child. What if you wanted to bring women home? Are there rules for that?

[kickem]

I don't think that'll be a problem, Fraser.

[dogsled]

Well I know that now.

[kickem]

Well you shoulda guessed earlier, ya big dummy.

[dogsled]

I should have guessed earlier. I mean there were signs...

[kickem]

Signs? There were? Like uh, like what signs?

[dogsled]

Well there's the car. And the hair.

[kickem]

What d'you mean? What about the car and the hair?

[dogsled]

Well it's not... Neither are particularly attractive to women.

[kickem]

Uh, yeah they are. Chicks totally dig the car.

[dogsled]

They did in the seventies.

[kickem]

It's a timeless classic! Ladies appreciate a classic.

[dogsled]

No, Ray. Men appreciate a classic car. Women appreciate other things.

[kickem]

Whatever. Not even driving it to impress chicks anyway. It's for me and my dad.

[dogsled]

And the hair? Is that for your father too?

[kickem]

Screw you, Fraser.

[dogsled]

I thought that was what you were leading up to, Ray, but I apologize if I've been mistaken...

[kickem]

Hah, yeah. Not likely.

[dogsled]

[ Oh that's...really quite hurtful. Fraser pauses for a moment, taken aback, and then he speaks in a much softer, less confrontational voice than before: ]

Perhaps I should just bring enough clothes for tonight, just in case you change your mind by morning.

[kickem]

[Well, that makes two of them that are sulking.]

Fraser, I'm drunk not desperate. You can't go insultin' a guys car and his look and then expect to get you some.