Rob: Oh, sorry. Don't mean to interrupt the interview.Leslie King: No, not at all. Jay and I were just getting to know each other.Rob: Oh, uh, well, one thing I happen to know about Leslie is that she spent a, uh, whole summer studying abroad in Rome.Jay 2: Oh, really?Leslie King: Uh, yes.Jon: What, uh, what, did you do an IMDb on Leslie? [laughs]Rob: Well, I've done a lot of things on Leslie. We just started seeing each other. [touches Leslie's hand]Leslie King: Rob.Jay 2: Jon, wheel me away from here, please.Jon: No, hold on, Jay. Rob, what are you doing?Rob: Not doing anything.Jon: Oh bull [bleep]. You know Jay like her and you made your move.Leslie King: [to Rob] Excuse me?Rob: Look --Jay 2: Jon, please?Jon: Jay, shut up. I'm trying to help you right now.Rob: Listen, the heart wants what it wants.Jon: Oh, yeah? Well, your heart is a dick.Jay 2: Jon, please?Leslie King: I'm sorry. What is going on here?Rob: I don't know.Jon: Leslie, Jay has a crush on you, okay? That's why he's dressed sexy. I was trying to set you guys up. Rob knew all of this, and for some reason that had better be explained to me, he decided to ask you out.Rob: He takes my bullet, I steal his girl.Leslie King: Uh, Rob, I'm not your girl.Rob: Oh, Leslie, come on. You got to admit there's a certain...obvious animal attraction between us.Leslie King: Don't call me ever again.Rob: Les. Les.[Leslie and the crew leaves]Jon: You know, I don't who I feel worse for -- Jay or the reporter for not getting to see that dong. Rob: Oh, oh, please, don't worry. She did fine in the dong department, trust me.Jon: Oh, yeah?Rob: Yeah.Jon: Prove it.Rob: What?Jon: Whip it out. Let's compare dongs right now. Let's go, man. Move, Jay. [unbuckles Jay's pants]Jay 2: Stop it, Jon.Rob: I'm not gonna do that.Jon: Let's go, man. Let's ese it.Rob: Jon, you're out of your mind.Jon: Am I?Rob: Yeah.Jon: Why don't you put your dong where your mouth is, asshole? Let's see it.[as Jon struggles trying to unbuckles Jay 2's pants to show dongs, Jay 2 has had enough]Jay 2: [bleep] you for being [bleep] to me behind Jon's back. I didn't steal your bullet. And, Jon, no one asked you to wash my dick.Jon: Yeah, well, no one asked me to stop, either.Jay 2: I wish I'd never jumped in front of that bullet. [to Jon] And I wish it was you in this chair.Jon: [surprised] How dare you. How...dare you! I dedicated my LIFE to you. You think I like washing that dong? I have to make myself numb to the world to do it. Where's my thanks? Where's Jon's gratitude? Who's washing Jon's dong? Nobody.[one of Jay 2's feet start to move]Jon: Oh, my god, Jay, Jay, you're moving.Jay 2: I know. I'm trying to kick you in the balls to get you to shut the [bleep] up!

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