Brian Palermo

Maybe you should bend over and kiss my ass.

Sit down.

- Two different things. - It's a big difference, really.

- I'm sorry, I apologize. - It's all right.

Maybe next time you'll remember to pick up the fucking golf ball.

- You don't recognize me, do you? - No.

I don't know, they're really hard to get.

I'll pay for the lamp.

It's your back, right?

On the driving range the other day? You're the guy from the driving range.

I don't even know if Brian has another in his shop.

My God, you must have thought I was such an asshole.

- Wait, are you going to Gil's party? - Yeah.

You know what Tabasco's good for?

- Glad you made it. - Thank you.

And next to them, Brian. You know Brian from the club, right?

- The ball? - The range ball.

My wood starts going down, and I haven't even shot yet.

- Let me pay for the lamp? - That's not important.

So, can I follow you over there?

I didn't know why you wouldn't help me.

- Completely. - Sure, I understand.

You wouldn't help me with the ball.

I didn't pick up on that. You were hitting the ball so well.

I could twist, I couldn't bend.