This is for a long hot out there.
You seen this gal around here in the last year, two-selling gyms?
Uh, I ain't seen her.
How about this fella?
Look, we ain't supposed to talk about our customers.
I understand, honey, but just so you know, I'm running out of these.
I ain't seen him, but I seen her every other Friday, one of our best customers.
Last session, I asked you all to note your stresses, big and small.
Conflicts, uh, frustrations, fears, and rate them from one to five, five being the most stressful.
First, I'd like to quickly go around the room and have everyone say their final stress tally out loud.
Paul?
24.
That's excellent, Paul.
I can't find my glasses.
Why are they?
Is that for work?
Those of you got change.
Nick, it's Lisa. No time to explain, but I need you to drive out to Oak Springs Highway 7.
Hi, it's Lisa Summers.
What promise?
You think you're just calling up against Damien Yule?
It ain't just him.
It's the whole town.
Well, that's one anyway.
I'll send you a Skype invitation. BRB.
What the hell?
Wait, no!
Holy cow, why are you...
I'm sorry. It was just my shirt.
Felix said that...
Come on, boys. You're all pretty, except you, Schmidt.
My students mooned me today before lunch.
One big class moon.
I was proud of them for finally lining up in a straight orderly fashion, though.
I'm kind of emotional right now, because of the breakup.
So, all you're watching is me dancing six or seven times.
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop.
Okay.
I'll do it.
I'm here to see Mr. Blunt.
Is he expecting?
Well, if he is, it doesn't show.
Must be the first trimester.
I'll call you.
I mean, no, you're gonna call me, right?
Right, exactly.
All right, fine.
Is this dancing locked?
You have to pull it.
Okay, so, um...
All right, tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
Okay, all right.
Call me.
Did you just hear a word you said?
You don't understand.
Shit like that does not happen in reality.
You don't understand!
The hell I don't!
I've been there, okay?
I know what you're going through.
I'm not gonna lie to you, man.
You look...bad.
I'm fine.
No.
No.
All right, look.
All we found was the single-shell casing.
This mysterious car.
It's as if it never even existed.
You okay, AJ?
