Forgetting Sarah Marshall2008

Matthew Van Der Wyk:
(into the phone, deadpan) Well, I would love to sell you some weed, Jeremy, but I'm at my f***ing job right now. Obviously, because you called me at work, you know that I'm at my place of work. So, I can't just leave here and sell you some weed- I can sell you some weed when I'm done. (notices Peter approaching) Hold on, I gotta call you back. Mahalo, all right! (hangs up) Hey, how's it going?

Peter Bretter:
Hey- uh, I'd just like to grab some dinner, please.

Matthew Van Der Wyk:
Okay, great- is your wife gonna meet you?

Peter Bretter:
No.

Matthew Van Der Wyk:
Or, your girlfriend?

Peter Bretter:
No. I don't, uh- I don't have a girlfriend.

Matthew Van Der Wyk:
(looks confused) You're just... by yourself?

Peter Bretter:
Yeah.

Matthew Van Der Wyk:
Man, that sucks. Okay, so just one! Here's your wine list and your menu. Come on. (leads him to his table) Do you want. like, a magazine or something? It's gonna be boring if you're just sitting all by yourself.

Peter Bretter:
I'll be all right, thank you.

Matthew Van Der Wyk:
I just would be so depressed.