Forgetting Sarah Marshall2008

Peter Bretter:
(to Brian via his computer) I'm confused and I don't know what to do.

Brian Bretter:
What's up with that hat? What are you- what, are you in the Buena Vista Social Club?

Peter Bretter:
(put out)... This is a nice hat.

Brian Bretter:
(smirking) What member of The Brat Pack are you? You look like one of those guys suspected of killing JFK.

Peter Bretter:
... That's very funny. That's great.

Liz Bretter:
(offscreen) Tell him to make friends.

Brian Bretter:
(glances in her direction, then back) ...You need to get out there and make some friends, man.

Peter Bretter:
(annoyed) Is Liz there right now?!

Brian Bretter:
No! No, she- she's not in here, buddy.

Peter Bretter:
(more annoyed) I just heard her.

Brian Bretter:
She's... gone (looks right, in Liz's direction)

Peter Bretter:
Who are you looking at?! (Brian continues to look right)

Brian Bretter:
What?

Peter Bretter:
Is she still- (sarcastically) Hi, Liz!

Brian Bretter:
No, I swear on my mother's grave, it- (Liz leans into view and waves hello over Brian's shoulder) Okay, it was Liz. She wasn't here the entire time- Go out and meet people! We meet people all the time-

Liz Bretter:
All the time on vacation.

Brian Bretter:
Constantly.

Peter Bretter:
I've tried, all right?! There's like, a couple dudes here, but- they're kinda weird.

Liz Bretter:
Just- be friendly? (Brian nods) Iron your shirt-

Brian Bretter:
Iron your shirt, look sharp-

Liz Bretter:
Even your T-shirts.

Peter Bretter:
...There is this girl at the front desk who's pretty cute. (Liz makes a sound of approval, Brian makes a sound of disgust)

Brian Bretter:
Oh, yeah- you know what? Go and have another dirty one-night stand- that worked out so well before.

Peter Bretter:
What do you want from me?! You just told me I need to meet people.

Liz Bretter:
Ask her out! (to Brian) I mean, maybe that's what he needs is, like, a rebound!

Brian Bretter:
He's had plenty of chances for rebounds! This isn't- (Peter covers his face in exasperation)

Liz Bretter:
Can we get on the same team, here?

Brian Bretter:
(instantly backing down) Okay I'm sorry. (turns back to Peter) We're on the same team- sorry. (he and Liz do a mini-high-five)

Liz Bretter:
You should go out on a date with this girl, Peter.

Peter Bretter:
... Well, maybe I'll ask her out, then. (Liz nods approval)

Brian Bretter:
My wife says so.