Lance: What about—what about the equal time agreement?
Alvin: That doesn't apply to studies and education.
Lance: What do you mean?
Alvin: The equal time boom box agreement doesn't apply in this case, all right? That's just for recreation.
Lance: Oh, come on!
Alvin: Hey! Don't push my buttons, all right? You are not the boss here. I am the boss. I hired you.
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Lance: So then we leave the bedroom, and we walk smack into Kip.
Alvin: Your friend Kip?
Lance: No. My ex-friend Kip.
Alvin: Ah. I see.
Lance: And even before I realize who it is, he's already furious at seeing us together . . . And he punches me in the face.
Alvin: Oh. He nailed you.
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Alvin: Sure you don't want any hot fish?
Lance: No. My stomach feels funny. Think I'm still hung-over from the weekend.
Alvin: Did you take an antacid?
Lance: Ahem. Yeah.
Alvin: Everything Ok?
Lance: Yeah. Really don't feel like being out here right now. And I don't mean to be rude, but . . . I don't feel like socializations.